Page 27 of Bullied Forced Omega
Sighing, I don’t bother arguing. I shove my books and papers into my leather bag and sling it over my shoulder to follow him out. It’s heavy, and I have to lean to the side to even out the weight of it. But to my surprise, he takes it from me and drops it onto his own shoulder as though it weighed nothing.
“I can carry my own bag,” I snap.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” he snaps back, placing his hand on my lower back and ushering me toward the door.
His touch instantly has bolts of electricity shooting through me.
Heat pools between my legs, and I let out a silent groan as I try to calm Mika.
“Your wolf will enjoy the training,” he tells me as we walk out of the building.
“Do you even know her name?” I blurt out rudely.
He glares at me so intently that I instantly regret my bad manners.
“Jux is well acquainted with Mika,” he says coldly.
I nod, knowing what he means because Mika screams in excitement every time Jux is near her. Of course, he knows Mika. I’m just being childish and petty.
At the cottage, I change into my workout gear, slipping on a pair of dark blue tights and a matching blue sports crop top with extra support for whatever bounding around they are going to expect from us. I stare at my reflection in the little mirror on my bedroom wall and grimace. I don’t really have a figure that looks good with clothing this tight. I’m made for comfy oversized sweaters and, only at a push, a crop top.
I’m a nerd. I don’t think I’m built for army training stuff at all. Sure, I enjoy a good run. I crave it! And I love going to the gym, but this is a whole different level of training, and I can’t help but get the idea that Jace is only doing this to belittle the Omegas and prove to them how much weaker they are than everyone else.
Once a bully, always a bully.
I sigh, brushing my hands over my body.Let’s just get this over with, shall we?
Jace walks into the training area near the forest with his arm around my waist. It feels weird when every single person there turns to stare at us. I bet they are all wondering what the hell someone like him is doing with me.
I bite my lips when he gestures for me to join the others on the training floor.
Kelsey runs to stand next to me and laughs when I groan and pull a sour face. “You came!” she says excitedly.
“Not by choice, by obligation,” I mutter.
Training begins.
Jace walks between us, studying our movements, correcting our posture. He is stern, pushing us, encouraging us at every step. The one thing that I keep waiting for…never happens. Not once does he mock one of the Omegas for being weak. Not once does he belittle any single one of us. He is strangely patient in his command, and even though he is strict, he is understanding that this is a first for many of us.
All through training, I watch him and notice how his eyes constantly drift toward me, too.Can people really change? Did Jace change? He still seems so controlling and cold. But if I’m honest with myself, I haven’t seen the bully in him, not like itused to be when he called me cruel and disgusting names and encouraged others to do the same.
Can people change? Or am I being lured by his scent as my mate?
By the end of the session, I’m drenched in sweat, and my heart is confused.
Kelsey looks like she’s high on dopamine or whatever chemical gets released when you exercise. She’s hyper and bouncing around while I can barely keep my legs from shaking.
“That was amazing!” she blurts out, hugging me.
“It was something, alright,” I scoff.
“What are you doing now?” she asks.
“Sleeping,” I reply quickly.
She laughs and shakes her head. “No, it’s Friday. And you made a promise.”
I roll my eyes, groaning loudly.
