My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

His avoidance of me shouldn’t hurt, it’s been like this my whole life. He only talks to me when he absolutely has to in front of other high ranking wolves for appearance. But, every time he outwardly and blatantly rejected me I felt that familiar jab in my heart and all of my insecurities would haunt me for days after. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I became more obsessed with training and school work, avoiding people, including Sierra and my brother after that interaction shortly after the christmas holiday. Something they both noticed and questioned and I expertly avoided talking about. My room and anything I used in the house had to be spotless and meticulously put away. The sad part is am fully aware of what I’m doing and why, but I can’t help myself and I can’t go to anyone for help. How would that make my dad look in the eyes of his peers? The peers he’s been putting on a show for my whole existence.

Ruining his reputation would make the emotional hell I have been going through completely worthless and I don’t need to feel anymore like an unwanted problem. And as much as I should be mad at him or hate him, I just can’t bring myself to make him look bad, hoping one day he will wake up and notice all the hard work and effort I put in to please him, to make him happy, proud of me. As long as there is that scrap of a chance, I will hold onto that hope. It took several days

for Sierra to pull me, mostly, out of the obsessive behavior. Really, I think I just got better at hiding it from her.

do like having Sierra and all the guys here. I find I enjoy caring for the group as a whole. They make me laugh and forget about all the things I normally focus on everyday. I actually feel like a teenager during this time and I find I have relaxed into the friendships the longer I am around all

not quite Sam and I’m not even halfway into prepping all the food. What the hell is going on? The commotion in the hallway tells me it’s at least a few of the guys. Their sounds are pretty distinct. I start to walk out to tell them to be quiet, I haven’t even gotten Mateo up yet and my dad will

“Guys? What ar-”

group of people

my mouth as I’m trying not to fall

breakfast, I hope you haven’t already started cooking.” She steps back and takes in my running clothes. I don’t usually shower or