Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 29 Bailey

the job role. I thought they may have have given me a little longer to think about the job offer if I am honest. “Hi chick, it is Eden.

my behalf. I would have preferred to do that myself.” I explained to her. “But, yes, I suppose that is one of the reasons I made the decision to stay where I am for the time being. My life is a little complicated, to say the least, 1/3 12 12 Wed Jul 31 BG. 1212 Chapter 29 Bailey unfortunately, Lama.” + Pratis “Oh? Are you sure you don’t need help with something Bailey? I may not be in your pack, but from one woman to another, I would

that. And it does not matter now. Things can’t be changed, I just have to deal with the aftermath, so to speak, I suppose.” I explained and knew I needed to tread very carefully now, because my plan of not giving too much away was very close to being completely f**ke**d, if not already having been messed up beyond repair. “Bailey, look, I don’t know what is going on with you, and I can only assume you feel you can’t share it with me, but I will say if I can help, let me know. The job offer still stands. Even if we find another teacher, I would still find a job for you in our school. You are a brilliant teacher, and we would be lucky to have you. Your pack should see that. All you need is somebody to see your potential, and it is a shame nobody has before. But, please, whatever is happening there, don’t let it destroy you. Get help. Even if that is me.” Luna Eden says, and I feel my hands shaking at her words. Help? Hmm, that would be a no. Especially from another pack, though the job offer, I may keep them in mind for if I was ever able to free myself of this hellhole… “Thank you.” I whispered, but then I noticed my Dad stepping from his office, his head turning from side to side looking up and down the corridor angrily Likely looking for me. “I am sorry Luna, I will have to go. But thank you again.” I told her. “Anytime, and remember where I am. And where that job is if you need it?” She tells me with a chuckle. “Bailey?” my Dad called, pacing down the corridor toward me, looking a little puzzled at why I was sitting on the window seat