Page 36 of His Bullied Fated Mate

I felt my eyebrows go up. “Excuse me?”

“I know you don’t think this marriage matters, but it does! You’re married to me. You can’t just go around talking to whoever you want. You're married to me, and you need to act like it.”

My jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes!” He glanced at me. “My wife will not go around and act like she’s a free woman.”

I ground my teeth together. I didn’t think I could be more insulted, but I was. I sure as hell wasn't going to sit in the car for the rest of the drive being yelled at when I did nothing wrong.

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over!” I practically screamed it at him.

He jerked the car over, and I unlocked the door, throwing it open.

“Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“Away from you!”

I slid out and slammed the door shut. I didn’t even know where I was, but it was better than being in the car with him. I started for the woods, and I could hear him yelling. “Janella! Get back here! You act like a child!”

I kept walking. I felt words bubbling up, and I wanted to hit something. I wanted to hit him.

He kept yelling. “Janella, get back in the car.”

I turned around, watching as he walked towards me. The car is still running behind him.

I curled my hands into fists. “You are the most arrogant person I have ever met! You are heartless! You don’t think about anyone but yourself! And I can’t believe how you can speak to me like this!”

He paused now, his face seeming to shift through a few emotions.

But I felt my heart racing and the anger taking over. I let it because I wasn't the shy, soft girl anymore. “How dare you speak to me like that! How dare you behave like that in front of people! In front of Troy! That was his pack, and you just made an ass of yourself! And it was over nothing!”

“It wasn’t anything,” he snapped. “He was flirting with you!”

“And even if he was, that doesn’t give you the right to behave the way you did! You don’t talk to people like that! I am not your property!”

“You are my wife.”

“On paper!” I screamed back. “And don’t you ever accuse me of spreading my legs! Do not speak to me like I'm some tramp because I'm not! I'm tired of you acting like I'm some slut looking for her next dick! You don’t know a damn thing about me, Riley! You don’t know what I’ve been through or what my life is like!”

I could see his face shifting, and he shook his head. “I didn’t say you were.”

“You implied it, you asshole! You said he was trying to undress me.”

“He was!”

“He wasn’t!”

“You don’t have a clue what men are thinking when they see you, Janella! How much they want to rip your clothes off and just have at you. They want nothing more than to get between your legs and fuck away. And you just might let them.”

I slapped him. My hand flew up, and I slapped him hard right across the face. Tears were burning in my eyes now. It was one thing for him to treat me terribly, but another to act like I was a slut.

I could take a lot, but someone talking to me like I was a whore was a line I wouldn't stand for.

Riley stood stunned for a second, and I watched his eyes move back and forth. His face went a little pale, and he looked at me. He frowned, looking horrified now. “I didn’t mean that. Jesus…fuck…Janella…I..”