Rejected AND Pregnant

4

Once we pulled up to the alpha house I was quick to get out of the car. So quick I didn't even shut the car door. I ran in the house straight to my room and to the bathroom.

I stripped out of my clothing and turned the water on and began to scrub my body. I let the tears flow down my face more. After an hour I got out. I felt clean. I wrapped a towel around me and looked at myself in the mirror. I look so broken.

I looked away, I was actually disgusted with myself now. I finished drying off and pulled on leggings and a sports bra. I had no hickeys or anything. I'll be good.

I walked out. Alex was sitting on my bed.

"Are you alright" he asked softly with a worried expression.

"Honestly no, but I'll be fine" I said quietly. "Do you want to talk about it" he asked lower but soft. "Not yet. Maybe soon. I have to go. To that thing with dad" I said quietly.

"I have to go to" he groaned. A small smile appeared on my face but then disappeared.

I then walked to my closet and grabbed socks and pulled them on and grabbed my Nike shoes. I then grabbed a flannel and just slid it on.

I walked out. My dad and Alex were already in my room in silence leaning against the wall. I brushed my hair out and threw it in a ponytail.

"Ready" Alex said softly. I nodded. I followed behind my dad and brother. I saw that my dad would take glances at me every few minutes that held worry. Thanks Alex. He told him.

I won't show emotions though. We began our walk to the training center where we will be training members. From a pack I have no idea. The other pack is the pack that will be helping our pack with a war.

"Are you alright pumpkin" my dad asked. I nodded. He gave me a side hug as we approached the training thing. His arm still wrapped around my shoulder. It was the Stormy Pack. God help me please.

Dylan was glaring at my fathers arm but I could care less. My father might be a little shorter then me but he still manages to be tall.

He took his arm off from around my shoulder and shifted on his feet. He looked up. "Alright, today you'll either learn to be killers or fighters. Which would you like" he said.

Half said killers while the other half said fighters. I saw Dylan's mom and dad standing with him. His dad and mom said killing.

"My daughter, Alice, will be training the ones who want to kill, to kill. My son, Alex, will be training the ones who want to fight to fight. And I promise. My daughter isn't as scary as she seems. She's the best you'll learn from" my dad said. I managed a small smile. I walked to my side. Dylan and his parents were now in the fighting side. Well his mom was complaining because she wanted to be on my side. as well as Dylan's dad but Dylan managed to keep them on the fighting side. He's avoiding me. Well. That's good. Even though I already felt the mate bond crumbing. It's going to take seven years unless he finds a new mate to actually disappear. The mate bond is going to make me suffer seven years until it's fully gone. I had a lot of males and a few females.

"I'm going to teach you the basics. Some might already know these basics but some probably don't. It's important to know these" I said. Everyone was listening. So I began. Teaching them. They were listening and watching intently. Dylan's mom snuck over to my side and was now learning also. So did Dylan's Dad. Dylan glared at his parents but he looked at me in pain but I continued to teach.