Page 4 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

"Lucas, your coffee is ready." I turned, grabbed my coffee, and looked back at the lady. "Cute kid," I said, walking past her towards the doors.

I took a long swig of the coffee as I opened the door and stepped outside. I felt a sudden stabbing pain in my chest, and it caused me to stop walking. My wolf went on high alert, and I turned.

And someone slammed into me. My coffee flew, spilling all over my hand and onto the ground. The heat burned, and I cursed. "Son of a bitch!"

I let go of the coffee, dropping it and letting the rest fall out. I looked at my hand, seeing a burn already forming. Anger quickly took place, as I was in a short-fused mood to begin with, and now my coffee was wasted.

"Fuck, Jesus Christ, do you watch where your walking at all?" I wiped my hand onto my pants, wincing at the pain. I then looked up at the person, who had a hand over her mouth with wide eyes. My entire body froze as I recognized those eyes.

Gina. The lone wolf of the Pederson family from North Town, my old town. The last time I had seen her, her brother had shoved her into a pit and told her to claw her way back out. I laughed, imagining the image of her small wolf trying to save her. She had tried, her nails digging into the dirt, but she did not get herself free. At least not while I was watching.

We all knew that Gina was a weak link, and if anyone actually tried fighting her, they would win because she couldn't even run long distances, much less protect herself.

Gina was a pathetic wolf. She couldn't do anything that even the youngsters could. She shifted late, and when she did shift, her wolf had been weak and fragile, just like her. Honestly, she would have been better off leaving the pack. But I don't think she ever did.

Looking at her now, I could tell she had changed. She was still smaller, but she looked like she had more muscle. She was wearing a pair of jeans with a floral blouse. Her blue eyes still looked as bright as ever. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, but I could tell she still had thick hair.

My head skipped a beat as I stared at her, taking in how breathtaking she was. Gina always had a soft, loving expression, but in the moment, it looked more prominent—like she was finally free.

I quickly wondered how the hell she had gotten into Honeyville. What had brought her here?

Gina stepped back, and I watched recognition sink into her face. That relaxation was quickly wiped away as concern filled her eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled, opening her purse. "I have burn ointment."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring the burn and my coffee.

She didn't answer me; she just continued to dig into her purse. Then she pulled out a small bottle and handed it to me.

"Use that," she said, sidestepping me. “Sorry about the coffee." She turned and hurried away. I stood stunned and looked at the bottle in my hand.

I felt another tug in my chest, and I scowled. "You have got to be joking with me," I said to myself.

My wolf purred, though, and I knew why. It was purring at Gina. I ground my teeth together and rolled my eyes. Even all these years later, he still wanted her.

She's our mate.

No.

Gina was not worthy. It was built into everyone's DNA to find a mate that would help produce strong offspring, and I could only imagine how weak the kids would be if she were added to the mix. While Gina was stunning, she was weak. I had ignored that bond years ago because I knew how the outcome would be.

"No," I said once more, shaking my head. "That's not happening."

Mate.My wolf growled even louder. Louder than it ever had before.

I thought back to the day I realized she was mine. She had been walking home, and I spotted her when I was out with friends. I felt that tug and snap in my chest. I hated it. The thought that I was to be with someone so weak, someone so useless. I told myself I would never accept her and brushed it off.

I'd heard people sometimes would find another mate, and I often found myself thinking I would.

I curled my hands into fists and looked back at her in the distance. She had a few strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and her hips swayed with each step she walked. I had to admit she had a nice figure. She was small, but she had an ass that could distract any man. She was a late bloomer, for sure.

I thought of every encounter we'd had. Gina had been larger, but she didn't have an ass or breasts. Or perhaps she just wore baggy clothes so that you couldn't tell.

"How are you going to catch a man when you look like you sit on your ass and eat Oreos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner?" I asked, sitting next to her in class one time. All afternoon I stared at her, my wolf aching to be near her, and it pissed me off.

Gina looked at me wide-eyed, and I leaned back in my chair. It was an honest opinion. We were seniors, and most of the class knew who their mates were. Some people were already fucking.

"That's rude," she said, looking embarrassed.

"What's rude is sitting in this class like you're worthy when you're not," I stated. Why don't you do us all a favor and move to the back so we at least don't have to look at you?"

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