My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0160

I can’t call for help, or even beg her to stop, I am weak. I would beg for her to stop if I could. I can’t feel my wolf because of the silver and whatever

else has me disoriented. I just keep shouting in my head hoping someone can hear my stifled cry for help.

I don’t focus on one person, I shout out to the whole pack, praying someone can hear me. Maybe Oliver and the twins can feel my agony, anything to

stop this.

But, maybe they can't since there is wolfsbane blocking my connection. Maybe my wolf is the only connection I have to them. Maybe she’s the reasot

we connect with them. It's not because of me. I am still just the unwanted spare. I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make

anything out through the blinding pain.

My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can

several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp,

of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls

at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I'm already beaten to

of not being recognizable.

the guys will want to look at you or

a day or two. That should give me plenty of time with the Alphas.

don't survive the next round. There are plenty of wolves willing

locker room retreated behind me.

is probably why I can’t see, my eyes are swollen and almost

and over again as my cries of pain go ignored. I can’t move

broken,

back when the guys said they were

to be the result. I hope Sierra isn’t locked somewhere going through the

the warm stream of tears running down my deformed face. I can’t believe this is how I am going to leave

beaten in the locker