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,

face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with

heal, you will look terrible and none of the guys will

ball is over, preferably for a day or two. That should give me plenty of time with the Alphas. And if I

wolves willing to help me get rid of worthless trash like you.” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website

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

is probably why I can’t see,

and over again as my cries of pain go ignored. I can’t move my arms or legs.

broken, who

were taking Sierra and I to this stupid ball and hanging out with

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

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

beaten in the locker room of my favorite

arena, my true home. The place that allowed me to feel normal and a part of this pack, with