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,

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

now even when you heal, you will look terrible and none of the guys will want to look at you or to be seen with you. Make sure she’s out

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

I will make sure you don’t survive the next round. There are plenty of wolves willing to help me get rid of

room retreated behind me. Punches and kicks rain all over

this is probably why I can’t see, my

my cries of pain go ignored. I can’t move my arms or legs. Maybe

they’re broken,

on my back when the guys said they were taking Sierra and I

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

of tears running down my deformed face. I can’t believe this is how I am going to

a next time. Drugged and beaten in the locker room of

allowed me to feel normal and a part of