My Mate.....Rejected Me [New Version]

3. Lucas

It's been exactly three days since Bennett and Dimitri announced that Princeton and I were part of the pack and that they had adopted me even if they were no older than 19 themselves. It felt strange having a family that actually gave a shot about me unlike my former pack. The only person who loved and cared about me was my mother who died protecting me. My life, before running into this pack, had been absolutely horrendous and I always dreamt of leaving with my son and starting a new life away from the pain that my children's father and my own father had caused me since I was a small boy.

The more I got used to Dimitri and Bennett being my new parents, the more k began to feel like I actually had parents that would never hurt me. That will protect me like my mother had down for so many whales before she was killed by the hands of my father a few weeks after we left the pack. I had called them bn the their names a few times until I finally had the courage to call them Mama and Papa and I could feel my heart thump in my chest the first time I called that. They were shocked and I was about to apologize before their smiles grew and they engulfed me in a big hug saying that they were beyond happy that I had finally accepted them as my new parents and family.

"Thank you for making us the happiest we've ever been, Lucas," Mama had whispered as he hugged me a little extra after Papa let go and I smiled

"And thank you for giving me a new family and for accepting me as your son and part of your family," I replied and after that everything seems to go smoothly for the four of us as we continued to grow close and they taught me things I never knew growing up in a pack filled with rogues. I learned the true meaning of family and unconditional love from the tow people I ever expected to accept me as their son since crossing on their territory a week ago.

They say parents are supposed to protect you from harm yet my father tossed me to the wolves-literally-when his beta took an unhealthy liking to me when I was no older than 9 years old. My father didn't care, all he cared about was power and that the pack respected him. We were the only rogue paid in Canada and my father had always been one of those guys that always stirred up trouble for other packs such as The King pack.

If I had known that I was running from one hell to another, I would have ran the apposite direction. I mean don't get me wrong, Papa and Mama along with their family have been nothing but loving and accepting of me and my son as well as my unborn child but it was due to the fact that there are a group of teens that have been making my life a living hell.

Though my adopted family are always around, Caleb -the leader of my bullies- and his friends always corner me whenever I'm alone. They knew that if one of the Alphas and their family members saw, that they'd be in deep trouble. The only reason they haven't beaten me was because of my pregnancy, no one wanted to be in trouble is I lost my baby, so they always avoided hitting me anywhere near my belly but that didn't stop them from being verbally abusive as well as physical.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I rubbed my belly. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and she had been moving a lot. I looked out the window and smiled as I watched Papa and a little boy that have been around the alpha couple playing with Princeton and I could practically hear my son's giggles and squeals as he's chased around the yard.

I tensed when I felt a presence behind me and swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat as his scent filled my nose. Caleb.

"Well, well," He taunted and I could practically hear the smirk on his voice as I slowly turned to face him, he stood in front of the exit and I knew I was screwed, "I was wondering when I'd get another chance to talk to you"

I watched his lips as they lifted into a smirk and I made a dash to the door but he grabbed my wrist making me whimper as he held tight

"P-please stop" I whimpered trying and failing to get him to let go