My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Just before I get up an Omega hands me a beautiful leather portfolio that has my name embossed in gold on the front. I thank her and smile, which earns me a tiny smile and wide eyes of confusion. Do people not use manners with the staff who work here?

“My name is Sophie, Miss Skylar. I’ll be your assistant today, let me know if you need anything at all.” She smiles warmly at me. She is close to my age, maybe 12 or 13. She is quiet, but I don’t get the feeling that she is shy, just well mannered.

“It’s nice to meet you Sophie, I’m glad to have a kind female near me today.” She giggles, but quickly schools it, like she isn’t allowed.

“Some of the women can be a handful.” She shrugs, like that is the most normal thing in the world.

“First, please tell me if I am being a handful. Your job is to assist me, not wait on me hand and foot. Second, tell me what I’m holding, this is my first time here and I’m not trying to make a fool of myself in front of these people.” I smile at her and she takes a deep breath.

is just behind my right shoulder whispering in my ear explaining my

are set up to talk about treaties or territory lines and patrols between territories. This is neutral territory and

there has been a shortage, but now that I know about this Rogue King and his attacks on packs surrounding the royal territory, I understand why the Alpha

Every pack surrounding us has had an attack in the last three years, it’s only a matter of time before we are attacked.” A grizzly old man

the better part of twenty minutes asking for help and demanding help, but not actually saying what he has done as a leader in his pack to make things better or to be prepared. It sounds like

do a good enough job since Grizzleface glares at me then looks back at the King with a raised eyebrow, again, waiting for the King to do something about

some thoughts on your

a child.” He basically spits at me, and as much as it makes my blood boil, I keep my calm. He won’t bait me into acting like the child he thinks lam. As uncomfortable as I am sitting in this room talking about training and

ignore his comment about my age and size, that isn’t something that will be reasoned with, so it’s