My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0154

“Sam told them that Sierra and I were evaluating their performances during patrols and they came to ask for help. I guess they are worried about

failing if Kaley’s dad can't rig anything in their favor. They've probably never had to truly work for something before” I shrug, turning to put my book

back in my bag.

“Huh. You need to eat something, you are not gaining weight fast enough and you are tiny enough as it is."

He slides a tray with a sandwich, chips, veggies, fruit and water on it towards me, then turns and just leaves.

I just blink and take another deep breath and try to remember that he is taking care of me in his own caveman way. It’s a sign of him trying to mend

fences that he came over in the first place and as much as I want to throw it away to show 1 am still angry with them and I don’t want to prove he is

right.

But I am hungry and the doc said I wasn't eating enough for my activity level, so I eat everything, quickly, then get up to throw my stuff out and head

to our next class without a backward glance. The presence of six bodies behind me tells me I have a full escort this time.

same mundane routine, but I really don’t mind routine. Sometimes with all the chaos, having expected

are supposed to

she wasn't any better, she wasn't as big of a pain as she was on day one

about Jeanie

getting ready in the Luna's suite for the mating ball. You have zero

ready by 7pm because Martha wants to see us at the diner first before we head over to the

at me like I might explode at her for telling me what our plans are for this stupid dance. The casual way she just throws more

actually attending the ball is wearing my nerves though. She has talked of nothing

we walk between classes. I am also doing the mental

to get ready

have determined myself to have a good time, even if it is for Sierra's

about the whole ordeal. We have one more class for the day and then I can

taking turns “hanging’ out with me

Luna Ava and Delta Kyle trust me in there by myself.

yet to take their turn though and I can’t decide if I am more happy or disappointed in the amount of space they are giving me. I

asked if we could use the packhouse gym for convenience, and the topic returned to the ball. This time we

packhouse. We apparently have to have a

to the dance.

that our “after- dresses’ will be hanging in your room and we should

rambling as my eyebrows rise farther into my hairline and