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,

freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the

of the guys will want to look at you or to be seen with you. Make sure she’s

over, preferably for a day or two. That should give me plenty of time with the Alphas. And if I see you anywhere near them

plenty of wolves willing to help me get rid of worthless trash like you.”

locker room retreated behind

this is probably why I can’t see, my eyes

chanting “please help me” in my head over and over again as my cries

they’re broken,

they were taking Sierra

to be the result. I hope Sierra isn’t

I can’t believe this

and beaten in the

home. The place that allowed me to feel normal and a part of