My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“How do you know they are for me?” | look at each identical one. “There’s no indication that they are.”

“Because | collected them myself. I told them I would see you today and | know none of us can really have any regular communication, but | also know what happened between all of you and how everything was left. I thought maybe when I had a chance | could play go between. No one checks me or my things, perks of the title.” He shrugs. “So | could, at the very least, get basic information back and forth when I am able to see you which will be a hell of a lot more than them.

And with my regular trips back to your pack, because of the attack, I can even help during the school year when they go back.”

| nod my head slowly, not really sure what I was agreeing with and hold the letters to my chest. Some were definitely thicker than others. That made me smile. I should try to guess who wrote each letter before opening it to see how well | know them.

| feel like we made it back to the bunkhouse in record time, I wish I would have been able to spend more time with Xander. Especially now that | know what I do. He’s really the only person | can talk to about it that is in my age bracket. I obviously won’t be able to talk to him about it in public, like the Elder’s conference and I don’t think I’m supposed to say anything to the guys let alone put it ina letter that can be lost or taken. What the hell am | supposed to do with all of this information? | mean seriously, did Alpha Reggie know what he was doing dropping this bomb on me and then just letting me stew with it on my own? Ugh.

the guys.

and | slide out and start to head toward the door

said someone was giving you a hard time, I want to know who and I want to make sure it is apparent you have friends

you dare! | can handle this

you shouldn’t have to ‘handle’

they were chosen, you have all earned the right. Second, tell me Oliver, Cameron, Dakota, Sam or your brother wouldn’t do the same thing.”

of hate all of you,

frequently. “You love every ridiculous thing about all of us, and

Barty opens the door for us. We walk into the foyer and I figure that’s where he will leave me, but no | couldn’t be that lucky and I’m starting to think that Sam put him up to pushing my comfort