Pregnant and Rejected Book 2

HANNAH

The rest of the night goes smoothly, and it’s about ten o’clock, and most people are in bed as we sit in the living room and watch some movie. I never had time for them growing up, so I never kept up with it.

Luke sits beside me on one side, and Jenny on the other. John and Jason on one couch, and Joe and Abby on another. They had shown up about two hours ago, after dinner.

Everybody has fallen asleep, and I decide now is the time for me to plant the bug.

I reach down into my bag and pull out the small bug, stand up, and sneak out of the room and down the hall to where Hunter disappeared to for an hour before leaving thirty minutes ago with Nikki, their children in tow.

I walk silently down the hall to the large door at the end, making sure no one sees me. When I slip into the office, it’s pitch black, but my eyes have always adjusted easily to the darkness. I go over to the desk.

This desk has no pictures, just a huge map of the states laid across it. Big red X’s mark places all over the country. It looks like they’ve been looking for something or someone.

I kneel down and place the bug under the desk, switching it on. Standing up, I accidentally touch the map, my vision changing once again.

I’m riding someone’s shoulders, laughing like crazy as we chase after Nikki. I look down and see I’m atop of Josh’s shoulders.

I blink, and I’m back in the office. I quickly stand before getting up and walking out of the door and back down the hallway.

Entering the living room, I see Luke awake and looking around like crazy. A sigh of relief leaves his mouth as he sees me. He goes to stand up, but he accidentally kicks my bag. My knives fall out.

Shoot, I should have closed that before I left.

He looks down at them and the symbol on the handle before looking back up at me. I quickly rush over and put them in the bag before rushing toward the door.

Exiting, I run to my car, and before I can reach it, a hand grabs my left arm. A hiss leaves my lips at the pain that shoots up it.

He gives me a confused look before he sees where my shirt has ridden up, my bruised side completely in view. A growl escapes his lips. He releases my arm before looking down at me.

“You know what I am, don’t you? What we all are?”

I nod as I try to avoid his gaze. I’ve always been proud of what I am, but having him find out I’m a hunter makes me feel…ashamed.

“Why are you here? To wipe out our pack, to steal away another little girl?” he shouts, seething. A pang of hurt hits me as he looks at me with disgust.

Anger shoots through me. I stand up straight and look him dead in the eyes.

“I’m here to protect your pathetic little pack from my enemies. You should be glad,” is all I say before getting in my car and driving away.

Luke watches after me, a hurt look on his face.

Arriving home, I sit in my car for a few minutes as I think over all that just happened. I realize there is only one thing that I want to do right now.

I’ll figure out who the girl was who was kidnapped and how to fix this tomorrow.

I go up to my room and quickly change into my regular training clothes, then head back downstairs.

I catch a glimpse of the dark-brown wolf sitting in the backyard as I walk by the big window in the living room. My side and shoulder are completely on view as I am only wearing a sports bra and spandex.

I exit into the study and downstairs where the area is now spotless again, and that’s where I stay the rest of the night.

LUKE

Finding out what she is and who she is hit me hard. She is an assassin, the assassin everyone is scared of. The symbols on the knives told me that.

But somehow I still love her. She is my mate.

I found that out her first day at school. I was so confused and angry because she was a human. No werewolf has ever had a human mate; it makes me look weak, being descended from alpha blood.

But when I was talking to my adoptive parents about it, they showed me how amazing a mate could be and made me realize that I should take her for who she was.

I fell for her the moment I saw her.

Becky and Ben aren’t my real parents. They took me in when I was seven after my pack was annihilated by a group of rogues, leaving me alone with no family.

They couldn’t have children of their own so when the Alpha found me when he came to the aftermath with his wife, the Luna, Nikki, they brought me to them.

I see them as my parents and care deeply for them, but it still hurts. Even eleven years later at the age of eighteen.

After Kat leaves, my wolf takes over and takes me to her house where I sit openly in her backyard.

If they were going to kill us, they would have already.

I watch as she walks upstairs and her light goes on before going back off, and she appears back in the living room, now in a pair of black spandex tights and a black sports bra, with black sneakers.

Her body doesn’t have an ounce of fat on it; she’s complete muscle. Something you would have never known by seeing her in her usual clothes.

I find myself lusting over her, needing her, wanting to mark her.

She stops for a second at the sight of me before continuing on and going through a door, one that is covered by dark curtains where I am unable to see her.

My wolf is hurt over the betrayal and I feel his sadness amplify my own.

A long, sad howl escapes my lips, coming from deep within my throat.

HANNAH

I told Jenny that I wasn’t feeling good and that’s why I had to leave in such a rush Friday; now I can focus more on the mission.

Coming out of the study after a long morning of training, I take my black gloves off and set them on the kitchen counter before grabbing a water out of the fridge.

I still have no idea what to do about Luke, but if I know one thing, it’s that he hates me. I don’t know why it hurts so much, but it does.

I sit down at the counter with my water as I open the laptop I left here this morning.

I’ve been searching for anything on this little girl that was stolen. Maybe it will help me understand more about this pack. But they must have kept it to themselves because it is nowhere on the internet—and it was the Alpha’s daughter.

I open the monitoring app for the bugs in both of the offices to see if there is any action happening in either. The office in their home begins to make noise.

“Nikki, that girl isn’t our daughter,” Hunter’s voice says as it comes through.

“I know it was her, Hunter! I know my own daughter and she was it!” Nikki half yells, anger in her voice.

“How do you know? Her name isn’t even Hannah!” Anger is present in his throat.

“Victor could have easily changed her name! We don’t know what he did or what happened to him!

“The last time we saw them was the day he stole her from us after taking her memory and wolf!” Nikki says, her voice breaking at the end.

Victor? Like my father?

“I’ll look into what happened to Victor and we’ll go from there, Nikki. Don’t try anything. I know how you are, and if she is our daughter, it’s not like she will remember us.”

“There is only one hope for her. You know that, Hunter. You know what the witch said: the day she finds her mate, everything will start coming back to her. She never fully lost her wolf, just the ability to shift.

“She can find her mate, we just have to give Luke and her time.

“I know something happened when I touched her hand. Her eyes glazed over, like she was no longer looking at me. A look of confusion crossed her face when she focused back at me.”

Hearing all of this started answering so many questions—along with making so many new ones.

The main one being:

Who am I?

***

When I walked into school Monday, nobody looked at me in horror, and everything stayed the same. Luke must have kept it a secret.

I had spent the rest of the weekend looking into my supposed family, along with the alpha’s.

It all makes sense: how I look like them, my name being Hannah, these visions, and my enhanced characteristics. It all started the day I met Luke. I just don’t want to believe it.

It means my whole life is a lie, and I don’t know if I can handle that. I can handle the murder of my supposed family, I can handle the training, I can handle being an assassin…

But finding my mate and finding out I’m not who I thought I was is scary.

The first half of the day is normal. Jenny is even normal. Getting to lunch, I sit down in my usual spot. Luke is across from me, avoiding eye contact.

Jenny is going on about something, but that’s not what I am listening to.

It’s a group of teenagers on the other side of the cafeteria, huddled up.

“Dude, did you hear about the guy that disappeared last night?”

“Yeah! He was on a walk near the woods and he just vanished!”

Hmm. I guess the vampires took another victim. I’ll have to go check that out after it gets dark. I’ll go take a walk.

Looking up from my lunch, I find Luke giving me a quizzical look before he mouths, “We have to talk. After school at your car.”

I just nod before getting up and walking out. I have some talking to do with Garrett.

Leaving out of the school after gym, I find Luke already leaning against my car. My phone beeps, and I pull it out to find a text.

With that, I walk over to Luke and stand with my arms crossed, looking at him. He brings his eyes up to look at me.

“I want to help.”

I scoff before answering, “You can’t help us. We have it all under control.”

“I know everything about this pack. I had to learn everything about it in case I had to become the next alpha. The Alpha’s son is too young, and with the alpha blood, they trained me just in case.

“I can tell you everything you need to know. You know what we are. That means you know what we are,” he says, looking down at me, his six-foot form towering over me, his sea-green eyes determined.

“Fine, come with me. We need to talk,” I say, gesturing to my car. He nods before getting in the passenger seat as I hop in.

Pulling my knife out from my tall riding boot, because I hate driving with it in there, I set it in the cup holder. Luke instantly grabs it, looking it over.

“How long have you been…this?” he asks, curious. When I don’t answer, he speaks up again. “We’re mates, so you might as well tell me. Besides, we’re working together now.”

“We are not working together. You’re just helping. I don’t need you to get involved, or worse, killed.”

“Is that what the bruises are from?”

I nod, keeping my eyes on the road.

“If you are to know my mission here, you are to know my story, so I might as well tell you. Besides, you already know who I am, and I trust you enough not to tell anyone.

“When I was eight, I was at a friend’s house when her mother received a phone call, causing me to run home. I found my entire family dead, mutilated, killed by rogues.

“The leader of, uh, the academy took me in and brought me to the academy, where I have trained and killed since, as I track down the five rogues who killed my family.

“A month ago, I found one and killed him, but Garrett—one of the guys that’s here with me—he was taking out a clan of vampires at the same time. But he didn’t wipe out all of them, including the one who killed his mate.

“The rogues and the vampires have this weird thing that somehow your pack killed them because they smelled Garrett’s scent.

“Garrett used to be a werewolf—well, he still is. He used to be a part of your pack until his mate rejected him and was killed by a vampire. His wolf became dormant, and ever since, he hasn’t acknowledged that side of himself.

“So now we have three rogues and six vampires and maybe more planning to annihilate your pack, and that’s where we come in. Kai, Isabelle, Garrett, and I are here to protect you and take out our enemies.”

“Wait, who’s Kai and Isabelle? And where is the fourth rogue?” Luke asked, confused.

“Kai is Kent and Isabelle is Emma; we have fake identities. And the fourth one I just killed Friday night after he attacked me in my bedroom and threw me out the window.”

“He threw you out the window?” he asks, seething.

“He’s dead now—after I found out that, thanks to Garrett being horrible at hiding his scent, they know who we are.”

“And if your friends have fake identities, what is your real name?” Luke asks, looking at me pleadingly. I knew he was going to ask this; I just had a small hope he wouldn’t.

“Hannah. My real name is Hannah,” I say as we pull into the garage.

A look of shock crosses his face.