My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"That was interesting to listen to." My eyes snap open to Jena.

"You were awake this whole time?"

"I have been here a long time and learned a couple of things. For one, even though these guys seem to think everyone should be into BDSM, they don't touch me when I appear to be sleeping. It also strokes the Alpha's ego to think it takes me hours or even days to recover from his, as you put it, small dick."

"When dinner gets here, we'll know if the girls cleaning me up was telling the truth. Even without my wolf I can smell the herbs in the food. You were right, they really aren't good at this part."

"If you twist your thumb you can dislocate it just enough, without doing too much damage." She looks at me with a bored expression.

so you're helping me

one has ever reached out to me in all the time I have been here. Maybe your little witch friend is right and you're special or something, but you're the best chance of being

me there's more going on here, but I don't push. I'll take all the help

the moment of truth." Jena just sits there and watches me waiting to see what happens I guess. She must still not believe that we are being helped by someone in this group. I won't even call them a pack, because I bet

imagine what my face looks like, but whatever it is, it's enough to motivate her to start eating. We both devour our food like

painful like a headache. When I finish my whole bowl, I look up at Jena and can see color returning to her face and her hair is no longer dull and flat. Whatever is in here, I need to make sure I have on

felt this good in a really long time. You know some witches in high places. This couldn't have been easy to