Page 5 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I could see tears in her eyes, but I ignored them. It was survival of the fittest, and she wasn't going to survive. I was just being honest with her.

She grabbed her books. "You're an asshole, Lucas."

I shrugged because it wasn't the first time someone had said it to me. An hour earlier, I had just told one of the popular girls that she could quit dry-humping the quarterback at lunch because I wanted to eat my food rather than throw it up. Maybe people didn't like my honesty, but I still spoke it.

"I'm only saying things you'll hear in the real world, Gina. If you can't take it here, you won't ever survive out there."

She grabbed her books and moved to the back. The guys next to me laughed, but I ignored them.

I remember my wolf growling at me, saying that I had been out of line, but I ignored him. Gina needed honesty; how else was she going to make it when school ended? People would be a lot worse, and she needed to get used to it.

I bent over and grabbed my coffee. I tossed the cup into the garbage and was half tempted to go inside and order another. But my wolf growled, wanting me to go after Gina.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "I'm not going after her, and I'm not accepting her as my mate."

My wolf growled angrily, and I ground my teeth together.You have denied me for years.

I sighed, giving in. I headed down the walkway, looking for where she had gone. I spotted her getting into a white car, which was rather nice, to be honest.

I opened my car door and hopped in. I quickly pulled out, being sure to follow her but keeping a distance. My chest twisted once more, and I tightened my hold on the steering wheel.

"You know I need sleep more than this," I grumbled. "I don't have time to go find out where she lives. What do I even say to her?"

I hadn't seen her since I moved away. That was almost eight years ago. I left straight out of high school.

My wolf didn't have an answer, but that didn't change anything. I continued to follow her.

I thought back to another day. I was out with friends, eating at a restaurant, when Gina came in. I had spotted her across the space, and her eyes had frozen on me.

I felt the pull in my chest, and from the way she swallowed, I could tell she knew. I could see how she looked uncomfortable, her eyes flicking to the ground before they snapped back up at me.

So, I pulled the girl next to me into my lap. I didn't even remember her name, much less reason to care, but I was making a point. I was never going to accept Gina, and she needed to know it.

I wasn't going to say the words to her because likely others would hear and know the truth. I never wanted anyone to know, much less actually voice the truth.

The girl had giggled, "If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask."

I felt her hands on my chest, her fingers brushing at my buttons. I stared at Gina, watching hurt fill her eyes.

I then kissed the girl, pulling her mouth to mine in a violent, point-proving way. And the girl practically dry-humped me right there, and when I broke the kiss, Gina had been gone. And my wolf was pissed.

“Fix this,” my wolf said, snapping me back to reality. “Fix this, now.”

Chapter 3 - Gina

I can feel my entire body heating with rage. Just the sight of Lucas puts me in a mood and reminds me of my past. All his sly remarks and proud, wicked grins when he would do things just to hurt me.

And it would be my luck to run into him. Of course, he would be here. Life wasn't nice enough to just give me a house without something to go along with it.

I tightened my fingers around my steering wheel, my eyes glued to the red light in front of me. I suddenly wished I'd hit him instead of offering him my damn burn ointment. He deserved the burn, even if it was an accident. Lucas deserved so much more than a burn.

"Jackass," I grumble as the light turned green. I pushed down on the gas and shook my head. "Does he fucking live here?" I asked myself, suddenly feeling my stomach cramp up at the idea. I couldn't move away from my town and move here where he lived. He was the worst person I'd ever dealt with. And what made it worse was he had been friends with my brother before he moved away.

Which meant I saw him everywhere, including in our home. And if that wasn't bad enough, I knew he was my mate. I'd felt it many times, wondering how I had been given such a shitty hand in life.

I don't recall seeing him at my brother's funeral, but then again, I hadn't been there long. There were only so many compliments about my brother that I could stand to hear before I couldn't take it anymore.

When someone whispered it should have been me, I had enough. I knew I was the black sheep, the smallest wolf, but Ideserved better. I was still a person with feelings, just like all of them. I'd never done anything to anyone, and yet I was treated like I'd committed the biggest crime possible.

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