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Chapter 0336

    Chapter 0336


    “For your information you son-of-a-b*tch." He turns slowly back to me,plete anger contorting


    his usually handsome features while he holds his cheek. “My mother died giving birth to me, I hate


    my birthday. My friends, all of them, as in plural or more than one since you seem to be slow on the


    uptake, get me something with rainbow colors for my birthday.”


    I hold up my cuff with the rainbow colored leather. “Each color represents a different friend, it’s to let


    me know they are thinking of me. So maybe before you go using people of deceit, you should


    get the whole story."


    I push him again before walking away.


    “SKY! WAIT! I"M SORRY!” He shouts at my back, but I just keep walking.


    “I''m here Little One, just keep walking. As soon as he’s out of sight I''ll get you.”


    "Why can’t the brand take pain too? He didn''t hurt me really, but I don''t like being used of


    cheating or leading people on. I would never do that to someone. I can''t even feel affection for him


    and I still didn''t go after any other guys even when he stopped giving me information.”


    "Pain lets us know we''re still alive. It lets us know that something is wrong. We cannot take pain


    away, but we can work through it. You''re almost to me. Let''s go for a run."


    “Okay.” I sniffle back my tears and take a deep breath. I will work through this like I work through


    everything else that


    has frustrated me over the years. I will let my wolf out, let her take control and protect me until I can


    get my head on straight again.


    I don''t talk to Osiston, Nicks or even Mina about what happened. Someone wanted a result and


    they got it. I don''t know if Sam and the guys were trying to get under my skin, or if they were trying


    to push Tyler away or maybe thought he would be jealous and fight for me, but I was used, and I


    dont appreciate it at all.


    I leave my phone on airne mode most days. I use it only for music when I workout...alone. If


    anyone needs to talk to me they can mindlink me. I know I''m being followed, I can always feel a


    presence near me, but I don''t ask who it is or acknowledge them.


    I have switched from sharing a room with Mina to staying in one of the other guest rooms with my


    door locked if I am home. I still go to sses, I just make sure that I am surrounded by other people


    so Tyler, Mike and Mina can''t sit nexttome. *


    I shift and run almost every night with Osiston hot on my tail. He says nothing just lets me go and


    keeps me from doing anything to jeopardize our mission.


    Three weeks after my disastrous birthday, Minaes into my room. She picked the lock and tried


    and failed to make a joke of being proud of herself. I was sitting on my bed doing homework, like


    the good old days.


    "Hey, I''m sorry. I didn''t think it would go down like that.”


    “SO you were in on the set-up? It’s good to know my friends have my back. What was the end


    game there? Cause I still haven''t figured it out.”


    "You weren''t getting anywhere with him, so when Xander brought your present we thought we could


    use it to make him jealous and spark a reaction.”


    "Well, you were right. His reaction was to call me a two timing wh*re and all of you ruined the


    memory of a gift that should be special to me. Do the guys know that their gift and I were used to


    bait Tyler?”


    She looks down at her hands, sping and unsping them.


    "That''s what I thought. And who''s ''we’ exactly?”


    “Alyssa and I." She whispers.


    "So you didn’t get the idea from Xander or Nicks or


    Osiston? Did Xander exin the significance of the ne?”


    "No." She’s still whispering.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.
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