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I was suffering from school bullies over and over.
Well, my dear Beta father and brother just stood there, watching coldly.
They thought I was just too weak to fight back.
But I know, my wolf is actually the strongest warrior in the pack.
Skylar is the unwanted daughter of the Beta, and a frequent target of bully. Yet she has a secret she's determined to hide - she is actually the top young warrior in her pack...
SLAM.
Well, that hurt more than it normally does. A sigh slips out of my mouth. I donât remember the lockers biting back so hard.
âHappy Monday to you too,â I mutter to no one in particular.
âYou fat cow, stop getting in my way.â Kaley hisses at me before she slaps me. I can feel a little bit of blood trickle from the side of my mouth, she doesnât hit that hard, but her fake nails are as sharp as cat claws.
I can hear a couple of chuckles and one is a little deeper than the others, that would explain the hard blow into the locker. She had one of the boys throw me this time.
Kaley may skip all of our fight training, but she has proven she can provide torture in many other ways. She doesnât get her hands dirty anymore, because she has found out when you are popular or just plain evil, people will do just about anything to stay on your good side.
Having her father on the school board helps too. None of her actions have ever been caught on camera, so there isnât proof of anything she does, except the marks all over me, and she along with everyone firmly believe I am just a weak nobody, who canât take a hit or heal very quickly.
âWhat did I do this time, Your Highness?â I ask sarcastically, risking a look up at her. Iâm hoping to keep her attention long enough for the kid she was screaming at to run away.
âYou do not stop me disciplining that pup. That little toe rag purposely ruined my brand new designer shoes in front of the whole school.â Kaley tosses her hair over her shoulder and rolls her crystal eyes at me like I am the dumbest person in the world for not understanding that.
It wasnât the âwhole schoolâ. It was my brother, the future Beta, along with the future Alphas, Gamma, and Delta. She was trying to gain the attention of our future Alphas, like most of the girls in our school.
âAre you even listening to me?â
I shake my head of my random thoughts and look back at Kaley.
âNot really, just leave the little kids alone, and pick on people your own size.â Was my retort which earned me another slap. More blood runs through my teeth. Just great, something Iâll have to hide at home for the next couple of hours until it heals.
At least I have my wolf to help now, last year trying to hide the bruises and cuts I got from Kaley and her girls was really hard. My father doesnât pay much attention to me, he doesn't even know I got my wolf at the end of 8th grade, 6 years earlier than my peers, but he did notice the first time Kaley left marks on my arms and a small bruise on my cheek, the time when we had to make an appearance with the Alpha.
He wasnât as concerned for my health as he was about his Beta reputation with his daughter getting into fights and causing trouble with pack members or worse, being too weak to defend myself. He wouldnât even listen to what happened. He sent me to my room without dinner and kept me home from school the following day until the bruise faded completely.
My brother was better with me, we used to be really close, but ever since he started his training to become the next Beta a couple of years ago, he barely makes time for me, not even at school.
That, along with Kaley and her girls making sure everyone knows if they even talk to me, in what could be considered a friendly manner, she will find a way to punish them and me, my school life is shaping up to be pretty lonely.
My wolf and I have both decided this is for the best though. As long as she thinks Iâm isolated from everyone and let her paws target me, she is happy, which means she will leave other vulnerable pups alone. After all, my Beta lineage can handle the harsh beatdown and we heal faster than Kaley thinks. I just have to hang in here, keep my head down, my grades up, and train hard to be an elite warrior, so I can finally get out of this sad pack.
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Training was the only time I didnât have to worry about Kaley, or any of her other minions. They werenât dumb enough to make a scene with our future leaders watching. I get to be safe and be myself, in the back where no one could see me.
However, today is where things really started to take a turn for me.
As usual, Delta Kyle, our lead trainer, should have brought us all in and explained what we were going to do later. But today he starts by clearing his throat as if he had an announcement to make.
"Attention, pups, we have a new member joining us today. She is here with her uncle while her parents are working for the Alpha King."
That got everyoneâs attention, including Kaley, who somehow managed to sit on the sidelines in her short dress and heels, clearly not participating today, like every other day.
This tall girl walked in like she owned the place. Her youthful, carefree face told me she couldnât be much older than me, but the way she held herself and how the eyes of every guy followed her very developed and toned body made me smile at the thought of how the Barbies were going to take having competition.
I must have made a noise out loud, since the girl turned around and looked right at me. Delta Kyle told her she could join our group and we would get her up to speed on what we were working on.
Oh no! She walked right up to me and held her hand out. âSierra, nice to meet you.â I just stared at her blinking. It took me a second to register what I was supposed to do.
She raised her eyebrow at me for my hesitation or complete lack of manners before I caught on. âOh, sorry, Skylar.â I shook her hand. âIâm not used to people talking to me.â I muttered out awkwardly and quickly let go of her hand, mentally smacking myself for sounding like an idiot.
She looked at me questioningly, but before she could ask, Delta Kyle divided us into pairs and had us start our warm-up and sparring. He must have decided I was as good a person as any to work with her since she chose me to talk to first and he knows I attend all the trainings we have.
Sierra was a really good fighter, and really tall compared to me. Her black sports top and leggings accentuate all her tan and defined muscles. I have muscles too, and am actually pretty defined, but I prefer to not show much skin. I learned the hard way my scars and bruising can be found in the heat of a match if I don't wear many layers. I don't want anyone to see them and pity me.
Much as I'd like to stay as invisible as possible, I still love sparring. I donât know if itâs me or my Beta blood, but the thrill and adrenaline rush of a good fight always make my day better, All I need is to avoid unwanted attention and keep a low profile in the training field.
And just as I am thinking, Delta Kyle suddenly loudly gets everyone's attention, including our future leaders.
âI think a demonstration is needed. Sierra, you are on the attack, Skylar use the new defensive move, and let's see if you can pin her in less than thirty seconds.â
I am taken aback, Sierra is way stronger than me.
An uproar surfaces around that instant. That sets me and my wolf off. We're trying hard to be invisible, yet the current attention almost drowns us.
âNo one could do that under thirty seconds,â suddenly a snarky high-pitched male voice says loud enough for everyone to hear and cause a low chorus of agreement.
I frowned, and my wolf grumbles, "Arrogant losers think they are so great when they can't even submit each other with basic moves."
Now my blood starts to boil, too.
Shall we? I finally ask my wolf.
Oh, kiddo, I thought youâd never ask.
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