Page 18 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I shook my head as he rounded the counter and then headed down the hallway. I heard the soft click of his door and stared at my coffee.

I swirled the coffee in my mug, knowing I had a list of things I needed to get done. I needed to buy some clothes and a few other essentials since I was going to be here for a while. I also wanted to stop at the house and see what I would need to start renovations on the house.

But before I could think of that, I realized I hadn't been online. I left my coffee, headed back to my room, grabbing my computer out of my bag. I sat down on the bed and opened it.

I quickly logged in on my platform and found a couple of emails waiting.

After high school, I found that I was really skilled online and got a degree in computer science and engineering. I quickly got jobs and ended up doing extra schooling online to make myself a shiny unicorn of sorts. I had businesses lining up, wanting me to check their network to create a security system altogether.

I made good money, which I had never known what to spend on. I had thought of buying a house, but I never wanted to stay in the pack, but I never knew where else to go. Now, with the house, I knew it was going to need a lot to get it back to a beautiful home.

After settling in, I quickly responded to the emails and decided that I could get started on actual work the next day.

I decided to shower and get ready for the day. I put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and left the house. Lucas lived in an apartment complex just a few blocks from downtown, so I walked.

The town was peaceful. It was nice to walk down the street and not feel that all eyes were on me for once. An older couple walked by and waved, and I gave a forced smile.

I saw a small boutique and headed inside. The space was bursting with colors and smelt like flowers. I smiled, seeing cute outfits throughout the store.

"Good morning. Can I help you find anything?" An older woman stood just a few feet away, watering a plant.

"I'm new in town and looking for some clothes since I'll be staying here a while. I didn't pack enough clothes for the stay."

"Well, you look around and let me know if you need any help. My name is Libby."

I gave her a soft smile and started to walk around, taking everything in. There were tons of stunning outfits that were all my style. I decided on a couple of dresses and an outfit with a pair of pants and a green blouse. As I brought them to the registry, she smiled. "That was fast."

I have always been a fast shopper. I make quick decisions because, normally, I spend all the time having someone staring at me.

I smiled at her. "If I like it, I buy it."

"I like your thinking," she said, scanning the documents. So, where are you staying?"

"Uhmmm, West Flint Avenue, house 415. It's actually a family house that I'm inheriting."

Her hands froze, and her eyes widened. "You mean the Pederson family house?"

I suddenly regret bringing it up. I slowly nodded. "The very one."

"And you inherited it?"

I nodded. "Sort of….Though my great grandmother has made it…complicated."

Libby snorted. "That doesn't surprise me. That pack certainly runs things differently than we do." Libby's eyes looked me up and down. "I'm not getting the sense you’re like them. So, you should fit in just fine."

I didn't know what to say, and I just stood there with my mouth open, slightly stunned.

After I paid, I slipped out while going over her words. Run things differently. I was gathering that, but I figured all packs ran it the way we did. If you were weak, you were worth nothing.

I headed to a warehouse, trying to shake it off. As I walked down the light aisle, taking in all the different chandeliers and stung-up lights, I grew giddy with anticipation. For once, I could make a place my own, and I didn't need to worry about losing it. I made my apartment my own but always knew I would leave. If everything worked out and Lucas and I could pull this off, I could finally get the peaceful, calm life I wanted.

Chapter 8 - Lucas

I stared at the rings, unsure of which one to buy. I didn't know jewelry, but I did know that girls were particular about what type they wore—or at least the women I'd been around.

Wendy looked at the rings, making a face. "Do you know if she's a gold or silver girl?"

I scowled. "Considering this is a fake marriage, and I hardly know her, I would say I don't know which."

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