My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

I can’t call for help, or even beg her to stop, I am weak. I would beg for her to stop if I could. I can’t feel my wolf because of the silver and whatever

else has me disoriented. I just keep shouting in my head hoping someone can hear my stifled cry for help.

I don’t focus on one person, I shout out to the whole pack, praying someone can hear me. Maybe Oliver and the twins can feel my agony, anything to stop this.

But, maybe they can’t since there is wolfsbane blocking my connection. Maybe my wolf is the only connection I have to them. Maybe she’s the reasot

we connect with them. It’s not because of me. I am still just the unwanted spare. I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain.

My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water.

Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter,

off my hair. What is wrong with her?

and none of the guys will want to look at you or to be seen with you. Make sure she’s

plenty of time

to help me get rid of

clicking on the tile floor of the locker room retreated behind me. Punches and

tell me this is probably why I can’t see, my eyes are swollen and

me” in my head over and over again as my cries of pain

they’re broken, who

the guys said they were taking Sierra and I

going to be the result. I hope Sierra isn’t locked somewhere going through the

tears running down my deformed face. I can’t believe this is

and beaten in the

allowed me to feel normal and a