Chapter 160 - Bullied Mate Of The Alpha Triplets

Priscilla's POV

I stared at the pregnancy test in disbelief, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. I had suspected I might be pregnant, but seeing the positive result made it real. I felt a mix of fear, anxiety, and uncertainty.

Seeing the two pink lines that meant positive made my heart race. I didn't know what and how to think at the moment. My hand shook, and I took shaky breaths and decided to leave the bathroom. I never thought it would end the way. I never thought I, of all people, would end up pregnant, and for Tristen.

I was stupid, and I had acted without reasoning. I had forced him to have sex with me, and now I was pregnant. I knew Tristen didn't love me and was irritated by me; I would hate me too. I didn't know how he would react to this news, and from his earlier reaction, I didn't think he would be happy about this.

Tristen's face fell, his eyes narrowing into a frown as he saw the lines. "You're pregnant," he said, his voice flat and unenthusiastic.

I felt a sting from his reaction, my heart sinking with disappointment. I had hoped for some excitement, joy, and indication that he cared. But instead, he looked like he had just been sentenced to prison.

"I am," trying to keep my voice steady.

"I just didn't expect this to happen," he said.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized he wasn't happy about the pregnancy. He didn't want this child, didn't want me.

"Neither did I," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Tristen sighed, his eyes avoiding mine. "Priscilla, we never planned on having kids. We're not even in a good relationship at the moment."

I felt a little bit hurt, his words like a slap in the face. He was right; we weren't in a good place.

"I'm not keeping the child, Tristen," I said firmly, my mind made up. "I won't burden you with a responsibility you never wanted."

Tristen's eyes widened in shock, his face pale. He looked like he had been punched in the gut, unable to breathe or speak. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were fixed on me as if trying to process what I had just said.

"How...how can you even think of doing that?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "That's our child, Priscilla. Our flesh and blood. How can you just get rid of it like it means nothing?"

I saw the shock and disbelief in his eyes, and for a moment, I felt a little guilty. But I knew I had made the right decision. I couldn't bear the thought of raising a child with a man who didn't love me, who didn't want me.

It was apparent he wasn't happy with the news; I didn't want to be a burden to him.

"Tristen, you don't have to pretend to care," I said firmly, trying to keep my emotions in check. "You never wanted a child with me. You never wanted me, period. I won't force you into being a father, and I won't burden our child with a father who doesn't care."

Tristen's face crumpled, and he looked like he was about to collapse. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine, and shook his head.

"I.. it’s.. my child, our child. We can't just get rid of him."

"Yes, we can." It hurt me, but raising a child who his father would eventually hate hurt more. I couldn't put my child through that. I had forced Tristen to have sex with me. It was my fault I had gotten pregnant, and I would take responsibility for it. "And we will," I stated

"No...no, Priscilla. Please. Don't do this. I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just don't take away our child."

I saw the desperation in his eyes, and my heart hardened. I averted my gaze, but he held my hand and pulled me to look at him.

"It's my child also; I should have a say in this matter, Priscilla. You can't just abort our baby," He said, looking frustrated and annoyed.

I shut my eyes, and a teardrop ran down my face. "You don't love me, Tristen," I said to him, and he remained silent. It's true, he didn't love me. "You don't care about me either, and I can't bring my child to suffer. You-"

"Priscilla, it's my child too, and I won't let you get rid of him!" He said, his voice louder.

I pulled away from him. "It's my fault. I forced you into doing it; I got pregnant. It's all my fault, and I should take responsibility for it."

"I don't care about all of that. What matters is that you're carrying my child." his tone was soft as he spoke.

"I... I"

Tristen's face was etched with concern as he looked at me, his eyes pleading. "Priscilla, please know that I'll respect your decision, whatever it may be," he said, his face softened.

"But please, if you could find it in your heart to keep our child, I would be eternally grateful. Trust me I intend to be very much present in our son’s life and I wouldn’t mind giving up the scholarship, if it meant being here with you to support every process of your pregnancy," he added, his voice cracking.

I saw the sincerity in his eyes and nodded. "Okay, Tristen. I'll keep the baby."

Tristen's face lit up with relief, and he took a step closer to me. "Thank you, Priscilla'" he whispered.

He opened his arms, and I hesitated for a moment before stepping into his embrace. He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapping around me. I held his shirt and hugged him back, inhaling his scent

"Thank you," he whispered again, his breath warm against my ear.

He pulled back and kissed my forehead softly.

"I have to go now; you stay safe," he said, and I mumbled. "okay."

Then he turned and walked out of my apartment.

I went to my room and took out my bags. I needed to leave the pack. I couldn't face the judging eyes of everyone. I had already done enough harm and damage to Tristen and his family; I didn't want to cause more trouble.

That aside, they had just won a very important match, and he would be awarded a scholarship, his football career would be sponsored, and his education furthered. He would leave for college soon. This was his ticket to making his dreams come true, and I didn't want to be a hindrance; I didn't want to hold him back.

I touched my still, very flat stomach. I was pregnant, I had a little life growing inside me, and it felt overwhelming; I had a child in me.

"Don't worry, baby, Mommy will protect you," I mumbled whilst caressing my stomach. I took out my boxes and threw in all my clothes and belongings. I was alone in the pack, after all. I could start a new life again in a new pack where no one knew me or my past.

Just me and my baby. I had to keep my side of the promise; I couldn't get rid of the child. Tristen and my child, I had promised him.

I was going to leave quietly and never return. After packing, I felt exhausted and dozed off. I woke up hours later, and it was already nighttime. It was the perfect time to leave. I got my bags and ran out of the apartment. And I didn’t look back…