REJECTED MATE; FIGHT FOR THE LITTLE TRIPLETS

BEATING HER UP

JANE

Adrenaline rushed through my veins and my hands clenched into fists. How dare she?

"Hahaha, are you angry?" She looked at me provocatively and asked. "Do you want to fight, huh? Come on then," she gestured, rubbing her knuckles. "I'll love to see just how you would look when I paint your pathetic face with the soil of the earth."

I felt the intense urge to fight, just so I could teach her a lesson, but I was still wolfless. How could I possibly compare to her? Besides, it's not like all she said were lies.

I lowered my head and swallowing the anger bubbling within me, walked away.

"Haha, w***e, are you giving up already? I thought you wanted to fight?" She jeered at me. I ignored her and increased my pace.

I needed to get home as soon as possible. While I walked, I couldn't help but wonder how all these people knew about my pregnancy. It was supposed to be me, the doctor, and Rachel, who came across the news by mistake, who knew about it, so how did all these people know?

Could the doctor have ratted me out?

I looked around, everyone passing my way had disgustful looks on their faces, and some didn't hold back from throwing hurtful remarks at me. The news must have been spread throughout the pack by someone.

I'm guessing the doctor. Rachel wouldn't do such a thing. I shivered at the thought of everyone in the pack knowing I was pregnant for a stranger and felt the urge to burst into fresh new tears for being the most useless member of the pack but I held myself. I couldn't cry now.

I had to let everything out when my face was buried deep in between my pillow.

I unlocked my door, making my way in.

"You are finally back. I've been waiting for like forever."

I jumped in fright, startled by the voice, and swayed my gaze to where the sound came from. Instantly, I froze in my tracks and my blood ran cold. I stared at the man sitting comfortably on my couch with his legs crossed not knowing how to react.

With a face devoid of any emotion, he uncrossed his leg and stood up, making his way towards me.

I stumbled back as fear gripped my chest, my breath catching in my lungs and goosebumps prickling against my arms.

I couldn’t tell what he was doing here.

I gasped when his face came out of the shadows and the rage on his face made me gulp. Fearing for my life, I took a step back as he drew closer till he backed me into the wall. I felt trapped.

"Wh...what are you doing here? Ho...how did you even get in?" I stuttered.

"I gave you a week to think about my offer and instead of doing so, you chose to sleep around and get yourself pregnant," ignoring my question, he said, his gaze sweeping over me.

My back prickled. His sudden expressionless face wasn't making things easier. I didn't know if he was mad at me.

Or if he...

I just couldn't tell.

"It...I...," I trailed off. I didn't know what to say to him. It was not like I owed him any explanation anyway. He already rejected me, so what did it matter to him how I chose to live my life? And what ridiculous offer was he talking about? He possibly couldn't be referring to that bedmate thing, right?

“Pfft," a laughter bubbled from his throat.

My eyes widened when his amused eyes peered into mine.

“When you rejected my s*x offer, I thought you had some value but this? I rejected you and you went around to open your legs for every man willing to have you?”

I flinched when his hands moved to grip my chin. I winced at his grip.

“Answer me!”

“I...I never slept around,” I sputtered, tears welling up in my eyes. His words hurt.

If I was such a person, why would I reject his offer? Wouldn't I have willingly accepted it, if not for anything but because of his identity? "It was a mistake," I whispered.

I noticed an amused expression briefly cross his features before his face darkened.

"Do you take me for a joke?!" He roared, startling me.

I attempted to reply, but he wouldn't let me, tightening his grip on my chin.

"Do you know the gravity of your crime?" He breathed in a dangerously low growl.

Despite the pain coursing through me, my brows narrowed in confusion. What crime was he talking about? Though I slept with a stranger, how did that become a crime?

I wanted to speak, but his firm hold on my chin silenced me.

I was trapped and voiceless.

"For the crime you committed, how are you going to pay?" He released his grip on my chin and gestured, "Speak."

I swallowed hard, rejoicing in my momentary freedom, and instead of replying to his question as I found it absurd, asked,

"What crime are you talking about?"

"You don't know?" He glared at me.

A chill ran down my spine, but I pushed myself to respond, "No."

"Hah," he chuckled in a low voice that sounded like that of the devil and leaned into me, his breath fanning my skin as he said, "Despite that I rejected you, you are my fated mate and as such I own your body but you went behind my back to open your shameless legs for whoever was willing. You showed me no respect at all," he raised his head, his gaze boring into mine, "Don't you think that is a crime?"

"Uhm," I trailed off. His words left me confused. As he said, he had already rejected me so how can he still say he owned me? How was that possible? What was he trying to achieve with all these?

"How are you going to pay for your crime?" Ignoring my confusion, he demanded.

"I committed no crime, so I owe you nothing," I countered, staring at him defiantly.

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he instantly grabbed my neck, jerking me off my feet and choking me. "I'm your Alpha, and you would mind how you talk to me," he warned coldly.

I coughed, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head. "Ple... please let me go," I begged shamelessly.

He was restricting my airflow.

A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he retorted, "I would only release you on the condition that you are willing to pay for your crime. Are you willing?" He peered at me.

I hurriedly nodded my head.

If that was what it would take for him to release me, I didn't mind.

He glared at me subtly before slowly letting me down and releasing his grip on me.

I coughed, panting. It took a while before I regained myself and looked at him, asking in a barely audible whisper,

"What do you want?"

He stared at me in disgust as he said, "You were already a pathetic excuse for a woman a week ago, and now you've topped it off by shamelessly becoming pregnant for a stranger. I doubt any man would want to have anything to do with you and that bastard in your womb. But you are in luck. I'm willing to accept you with it.

"But on the same condition I proposed a week ago, we become bedmates. You should be happy I'm making this offer."

"Is that what you want? That I become your bedmate?" I asked.

"Yes," he stated matter-of-factly, adding, "I have so many girls willing to become my bedmates as long as I say the word but I chose you despite your shameless state. You should be grateful."

Tears welled up in my eyes. He made it seem like he was doing me a favor and I was hurt because I couldn't blame him. After all, which guy would want to associate with a woman like me?

I tried to imagine myself as his bedmate but I couldn't bring myself to.

"No," I shook my head. No matter what, I was never going to be his s*x slave.

Not in this world.

I met his gaze, snapping, "There are so many things I could be to you to pay for my so-called crime, but I would never be your bedmate. Never!" I yelled.

I was sure I saw shock flash in his eyes before they were overwhelmed by rage.

"You!" He growled, and before I could grasp what was happening, a blood-curdling slap sent me flying across the room.

"Ah!" I cried out, intense pain coursing through me. I clutched my aching cheek with tears streaming down my cheeks and looked up to stare at him.

He was darting over to me.

I immediately stood up and made to dash for the door but before I could even move, he was standing in front of me.

A chill ran down my spine, bile rising in my throat.

"Please...," Before I could say any other word, he grabbed my neck and casually tossed me away.

I was still recovering from that when he strolled over to me and began blanketing me with kicks and blows.

He had lost his mind.

I crawled into a ball, instinctively protecting my belly as I took his beating, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He beat me to his heart's content, and when he felt he had had his fill, he glared at me and spat, "You better make up your mind before my next visit."

With those cold words, he turned and stormed off, banging the door.