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.

I really don’t mind routine. Sometimes with all the chaos,

way they are supposed to is calming and

she wasn't as big of a pain as she was on

something similar about Jeanie Friday

tomorrow morning we are getting ready in the Luna's suite for the mating ball. You have zero choices

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

might explode at her for telling me what our plans are for this stupid

the ball is wearing my nerves though. She has talked of nothing else all day and I

about the ball twice as we walk between classes. I am also doing the mental

get ready

going with her and the guys and I have determined myself to have a good time,

her almost vibrating with excitement about the whole ordeal. We have one more class for the day and then I can get to the gym. Sam,

been taking turns

trust me in there by myself. None of us really talk, just work. The twins

if I am more happy or disappointed in the amount of space

the packhouse gym for convenience, and the topic returned to the

apparently have to have

to the dance.

this morning that our “after- dresses’ will

we're missing.” She keeps rambling as my eyebrows rise farther into my hairline