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

of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes

deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip,

my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with

of not being recognizable.

you will look terrible and none of the guys will want to look at you or to be seen with you.

a day or two. That should give me plenty of time with the Alphas. And if I see you anywhere near them

next round. There are plenty of wolves willing to help me get rid of worthless trash

unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the tile floor of the locker room retreated behind me. Punches and kicks rain

to my face tell me this is probably why I

chanting “please help me” in my head over and over again as my cries of

they're broken, who

there was a target on my back when the guys said they were taking Sierra and

going to be the result. I hope

face. I can’t believe this is how I am going to

and beaten in the locker