My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

3-9 “I like your friend Little One!” Alpha Lucas smiles at me and I wink back at him.

“Luna Ava, what did you have on the schedule for tomorrow? We are still waiting on orders and would love to help out.” I try to redirect the conversation.

“Actually, shouldn’t you girls be in school? You can’t have your education disrupted this way, it’s truancy and lazy. I won’t stand for it while you are in our pack.” Kevin says this as if he’s the Alpha.

“We are all set, Mr. Cunningham. I graduated several years ago. Similar to Cameron and Dakota, I had my studies accelerated so I could also train as the next Alpha. Lillian has also graduated. And Miss Smarty pants over here was so far ahead in her studies that she qualified for and took college classes while running missions and now the Alpha King himself has been teaching her.” Jena sounds so polite, it’s kind of scary. I’m wondering if she’s possessed. And then I remember that there was a time when she was training to do all of this. She wasn’t a hardened warrior, but a political princess, and she knows how to use her words just as effectively as her fists. It’s just not a side we see very often on the missions we run. We tend to stick to the shadows as much as possible.

“I would still prefer you all in school, what kind of example is it setting to have teenagers running around galavanting?”

“Did he not just hear that we all graduated already?” Lil doesn’t hide her irritation very well on her face and Jena nudges her under the table.

“Yep, just wait, I’m sure there’s an angle here.”

“I think it would be prudent if all of our young leaders spent more time in school actually. Setting a good example and all. Mingling with the lower pack members and gaining their trust is always the best way to start a new rule.” He’s still standing there holding his plate looking ridiculous.

No one says anything about his ruling comment. What kind of response do you give to a delusion like that?

to make room for him if he stood there long enough. Even Kyle is

is wiry and lanky. All werewolves have a general muscle tone about them, but most of us still work for it. Kevin Cunningham is skinny by wolf standards and a little gaunt

I link to my friends. “He wants the boys back in school, because

won’t help her

not, they are both still

you run along and go hangout while the adults

full of my first round, and back up to him not

least two more plates.” I smile at Luna Ava and she winks at me too. “This food

lady, maybe they don’t enforce those kinds of things at that roguish camp of yours, but it’s ‘Mr. Cunningham’ to you.” He huffs. And I would think that you would be more concerned about your figure. No male wants to see his mate all bloated up after three plates of food.” He chuckles and

Warrior training has many rules and regulations when it comes to hierarchy. All of the titles are earned by daily actions. You have not done anything of the sort, so what I choose to call you is based directly on your actions and contributions to the pack. And I don’t think the Alpha King would appreciate you calling his Elite Warrior

track.” I look at my friends again and they both shrug. “I burn more calories in a day than you do in a week and train hard enough to eat what I want. Do not concern yourself about what I consume and don’t let me hear of you talking to any other females in our

instruction of him going to the end of the table. He finally concedes when everyone just

Tell us how

Little Bit, that was so

are an idiot, you know that?” I