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

about treaties or territory lines and patrols between territories. This is neutral territory and mediators are present so the negotiations don’t

to help train smaller packs to defend themselves. I guess there has been a shortage, but now that I know about

attack in the last three years, it’s only a matter of time before we are attacked.” A grizzly old man all but shouts directly at the

and let it out slowly. This man has spent 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

at the thought, but clearly didn’t 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 the situation. “Alpha Arthur Brecc of the Irontooth Pack, meet Skylar Makain, one of the lead warriors

thoughts on your situation.” Alpha Reggie says

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 warriors, this is my wheelhouse,

and size, that isn’t something that will be reasoned with,