Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

#Chapter 76 Prisoner

Selene’s POV

“Mommy.” Lila whines, “it’s too tight!”

don’t relax my arms one bit. As long as my baby is still breathing, I’m going to hold her as tightly as I

possibly can, for as long as I possibly can.

Martin brought us to a ramshackle hut in the woods just outside the city. We had to drive for about twenty

minutes after docking the boat, and once we arrived the big bully forced us into the odd little shack.

Sophie is locked in the basement with Lila and I, both prisoner and accomplice to our predicament.

When Martin appeared and announced his intentions, I hoped he would take me back to his house.

Drake will recognize his scent and go straight there, but apparently the foul wolf is smarter than I credited

him. We traveled over the lagoon, and unless Bastien and Drake find the boat they won’t have any idea

we left the city.

My only hope is that Martin is the caller who reported Lila and I to the tip-line. If he is then he’ll be in for

quite the surprise when he tries to deliver us to my mate. If, on the other hand, he wants us for some

other reason or knows about Blaise Denisons real bounty… well, we’re in very big trouble.

There’s no way to know which possibility is correct, so once I’ve sufficiently snuggled my pup, my first

task is to try to plan an escape. I’m strangely proud of how well I’m keeping it together. If it weren’t for

Lila | would probably be having a full blown PTSD episode, but my daughter is keeping my head on my

shoul ders.

Maternal instincts really are the most powerful forces I’ve ever encountered – far more magical than

those of mere shifters. For all the similarities of Martin and Garrick’s prisons, l’ve managed to shut off my

memory and emotions, focusing only on the here and now.

“Have you ever been here before?” I ask Sophie, adjusting Lila on my lap. She’s been very calm ever

since I arrived, and I don’t know whether she’s in shock or simply too young to realize the gravity of our

sit uation.

“No,” the other woman frowns apologetically, “I’ve hardly ever been out of the marsh. I didn’t know Mar

tin had property anywhere else.”

“Did he tell you what he’s planning?” I press, “Do you know why he took us?”

Sophie looks like she’s about to burst into a fresh wave of tears, “No.” She says again, “He kept saying it

was for me. I don’t know why I believed him.” She swipes at a rogue tear sliding down her cheek. “He’s

never done anything for me, but his mind is so twisted I didn’t put it past him to think he was doing me

some big favor.” Shaking her head forlornly, she drops it into her small hands. “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Sophie.” I answer sternly. Letting go of Lila only long enough to squeeze her shoul

der, “Martin only says you are so that you won’t fight back. It’s how his kind control their victims,” I grum

ble, “they say whatever they have to in order to break your spirit and make you believe you’re powerless.

But you’re not.”

“I’m so sorry.” She says for the thousandth time, “I just lost it when I saw you with Drake, 1-”

“I know, Sophie.” I interject, “I can’t say I forgive you. But I understand.” | press my lips to Lila’s hair,

breathing in her pure, perfect scent. “We have to move past that, we have to focus on getting out of

here.”

Lila snuggles deeper into my arms, content to let me smother her with affection now that she can breathe

again. “Let’s dig tunnel!” She suggests.

I don’t know how I find the will to laugh, but I do. I suppose my extraordinary relief at finding my baby

safe and unharmed has made me a bit delirious. “That might take a bit too long, Lila bean.”

Sophie’s shaking her head, and I can see my little pep talk didn’t land. “There’s no use.” She says de

spondent, “He’s bigger and stronger than all three of us combined.” Her next words are so quiet, I almost

miss them, “We’re never getting out of here.”

Drake’s POV

It doesn’t make any sense.

I’ve known Sophie my whole life. I can’t believe she was involved in this.

We’re in the apartment she shares with her brother, Martin. He’s been her guardian ever since their par

ents died ten years ago, and while I can’t imagine Sophie harming a fly, I’m not so certain about Martin.

There’s always been something about the wolf I don’t like. On the surface he’s as personable as anyone,

but I’ve always sensed a cold cunning underneath, a shifty demeanor I can’t bring myself to trust.

“They aren’t here.” Hugo announces unhelpfully.

“Obviously not.” Bastien grouses derisively, “but Lila was.

We all smelled the pup the moment we entered the house. It was a comfort not to find any cages or

rooms that resembled a prison cell, but then again, they probably didn’t need them. Lila knows Sophie,

and she hasn’t been separated from her parents for more than a day. It probably seems no different than

an un conventional babysitting adventure.

I can only pray that Selene and Lila are back together, because Goddess help us, I don’t know where to

even begin looking.

When I express this to Bastien, he veritably explodes. “This is your city!” He roars, “If you don’t know

where to find its underbelly, then you aren’t worth anything as an Alpha.” For a moment I fear he’ll throw

something. “And you know them. Use your fucking head and think – what do you know about them?

How/ do they think? Where would they go?”

“Don’t speak to me that way.” I snap, I’m just as worried as you are. Your temper isn’t helping any thing.”

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Before I know what’s happened, the Nova Alpha has one massive hand around my throat, and my feet

leave the ground, I’m choking and gasping for air, clawing at the hand wrapped around my windpipe.

“You could never be as worried as I am.” Bastien claims ferociously, his claws digging into my skin.

“Selene is my mate.”

“And Lila is my pup.” | force the lie out through clenched teeth. It’s the only thing I can hold over this

overbearing Alpha’s head, and I don’t care that it isn’t true. It’s enough to see the rage on Bastien’s face.

The other man looks ready to snap my neck, and for a moment real fear stabs through my conscious

ness. Luckily cooler heads remain with us. “Stop it!” Donovan orders, grasping Bastien’s shoulder, “This

isn’ thelping anyone – especially not Selene and Lila.”

My feet return to the ground, and I rub my throat with agitation, massaging the sore tissues as I gaze

around the apartment once more. “Alright. We know they left in a boat, and we know they didn’t come

here.” I croak, “But I don’t think they own property anywhere else.”

“If they had any brains at all, they’ll have left the city.” Aiden contributes, shuffling through a stack of

documents on Martin’s desk.

“I think we’re going about this the wrong way.” Donavon chimes in, “We’re focused on the what, not the

why. Why did they take them, what’s the motive?”

“I still can’t believe Sophie had anything to do with this.” | insist. The little wolf is one of the kindest

people I’ve ever met. She likes Selene, and my wolf is fervently rebelling against the idea that she could

be responsible for such a terrible crime.

#Chapter 76 Prisoner

“There are only two possible motives.” Bastien replies, ‘The Volana bounty, or to blackmail one of us.” He

explains, gesturing between our bodies.

“Given we’re dealing with locals, it seems unlikely it would be about you, Bastien.” Donavon replies, “My

money’s on the bounty. Otherwise they would have contacted Drake by now.”

As the words leave his mouth, Aiden’s cell phone rings, and he raises the device to his ear. He begins

turning as if he means to stride away to take the call in private, but then he stops, holding up one long fin

ger to give us pause.

“Give me a minute,” he instructs to the person on the other end of the line. When he turns to us, tri umph

blazes in his eyes. “Martin just called the tip line.” Aiden announces, “apparently he has the Volanas in

his possession and is ready to cash in the reward.”

“Set a meet.” Bastien rumbles, “And tell him that if even one hair is out of place on their heads, I will rip

him limb from limb.”

Aiden purses his lips, suggesting, “How about I say the payment is void unless they’re in perfect condi

tion.” An edge of dark humor enters his voice, “Same sentiment but way less suspicious.”

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Bastien is unamused. “I don’t care what you have to say, Just arrange the meet.” He turns to me, a

predatory glint in his eye. “And if you want them to walk away from this, you better give me a damn good

reason to let them live.”