Filed To Story: Secret with Betas Daughter: Skylar Story Series
Queens. They are the full governing body for all werewolves, but work together when disputes or wars get too big for just one to handle.
This year when the guys came back they were all almost unrecognizable. Each of them had a massive growth spurt and put on muscles like it was their job. They were all good looking before, even my brother, but now they looked like men, very very, hot men. They all stood over six feet tall and were as wide as a standard doorway. As they get closer to 18, their auras are developing as well, which has many uses. Their aura lets you know you are in the presence of a stronger wolf, they use it to command lower ranking wolves and it attracts s*xual partners. A wolf’s goal is to have a strong mate to procreate with, the higher the rank, the stronger the wolf.
All of the girls in the pack noticed and started throwing themselves at these guys. I think my brother has been out with a different girl every night since they have been back. Pretty sure the noises from his room late at night are him entertaining a few as well. It’s kind of gross to think of my brother like that, but all of them seem to have become manwh*res. They aren’t the only ones, just the most notorious.
Let’s just say the janitor’s closet gets a lot of use by the student population. I guess, though, if you can’t beat them, join them and these girls are willing participants.
It was kind of sad really. We all have fated mates chosen for us by the moon goddess, I can’t imagine messing around and possibly gaining feelings for someone who might not be mine, that would suck to have them be all like I love you, you’re the only person’ and then have the mate bond kick in with someone else and be kicked to the curb. I’ve seen it a few times here in the pack. It looks miserable.
We can always take a chosen mate, and some packs do that for the higher ranking members, claiming bloodlines make the pack stronger, but I think the moon goddess has other plans and we are strongest with our given mate. I’m waiting around for mine.
“Are you even f*cking listening to me?
I shake my head of my random thoughts and look back at Kaley.
“Not really, just leave the little kids alone, they don’t understand or care about your expensive shoes or that your friends can’t walk in theirs and need to be given a wide berth.”
I say with as bored a tone as I can. The more emotions I show the longer the beatings last. “Besides your clumsy friend is the reason that pup tripped in the first place, but I don’t see you beating her down. Pick on people your own size.
Was my retort which earned me another slap. More blood runs from my lip. Just great, something I’ll have to hide at home for the next couple 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 doesn’t pay much attention to me, he doesn’t even know I got my wolf at the end of 8th grade, right after my brother and all the guys, but he did notice the first time Kaley left marks on my arms and a small bruise on my cheek. He only noticed my arm when we had to make an appearance with the Alpha and I had a short sleeved dress on. He wasn’t as concerned for my health as he was his reputation as the beta with his daughter getting into fights and causing trouble with pack members or worse, being too weak to defend myself in training. He wouldn’t 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.
It’s not that my father hates me. That’s a lie, I don’t want him to hate me. But he blames me for my mother’s death. He’s never said it directly to my face, but he rarely says anything directly to me, I have heard him make comments to others though. She died in childbirth with me and I don’t think he ever got completely over the loss of his mate. According to the nanny I had up until last year, I look just like her and that probably makes him a little sad at the constant reminder. My brother was better with me, we used to be really close, we’re not even a year apart, but ever since he started his training to become the next beta a couple years ago, he barely makes time for me, not even at school. They both put their duty to the pack and their Alphas above everything else including their personal lives.
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 last year of middle school and now high school is shaping up to be pretty lonely. I just have to keep my head down, my grades up and train hard to get into warrior training and out of this pack.
This wasn’t my first run in with Kaley this year and we have only been in school for two weeks, but this is where things really started to take a turn for me.
Kaley, Jeanie and Marnie find some way to torture me every single day after that. Some days it’s small things like taking a book out of my hands and shredding it all over the hallway while kids just stand around and watch or the time they pulled my ten page essay out of the pile we were handing forward in english and tearing it into small pieces and handing it back to me with a whoops.’ I had it saved on my computer so I was able to reprint it, but the teacher marked it late and gave me only half credit even though she watched what happened. My father punished me for being lazy when he found out I handed in an assignment late, again not wanting to even hear my side of the story. I spent the weekend locked in my room, with no meals. It’s times like that when I really miss Mary, she would have snuck me something, even a granola bar. My brother was nowhere in sight when my father was berating me in the kitchen after school that day. Since Mary left he no longer has to pretend to watch out for me, even with our father.
Other times it was physical. Pulling my hair and shoving me into doors and walls is a common favorite.
In class, overly full backpack manage to knock me in the head at least once every class, which is why i try to be the last in and the first out when I can help it. She made sure no one ever hit me where marks could be easily seen. I’m pretty sure I have a couple ribs that have been broken so many times, a good sneeze would probably rebreak them. I won’t let my wolf waste energy on healing the small stuff, it’s not worth it, but she makes sure that I’m not in pain for long though. She really is great, her running commentary on the three Barbie wannabes help lift my mood, especially after some of the more harsh beat downs. Kaley knows I won’t let her harm kids in the school, especially the younger ones, she uses this as a way to get to me daily.
My wolf and I have both decided this is for the best though. Even when she has the strongest kids beat on me, my beta lineage can handle it and we heal faster than Kaley thinks. It seems to keep her and her friends pacified to take their frustrations out on me and from targeting other kids in the school. As long as she thinks I’m isolated from everyone and let her pawns target me, she is happy, which means her friends are happy and there is peace in the school. If you can call a calm raving lunatic peace.’
Having my wolf made things less lonely. We figured out how to get out of my room without my father knowing, we hunt for food when he keeps it from me. It’s not so bad, I know that I can survive on my own and in the wild, which sounds nice some days.
That’s what I thought until a new girl showed up mid November. She joined us at our mandatory 5am pack training. All kids in high school were required to train every morning before school to learn to protect themselves, even if you were not a warrior. As we got older the training was divided up into basic training for all pack members, intermediate training for patrols and advanced training for our elite warriors, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and their mates. The ranked members were the most targeted so they trained the most. They are also our strongest, so they tend to be on the frontlines of an attack.
I loved training and went to every one I was allowed to attend, much to my brother’s irritation I was allowed to go to everything being a beta by blood. He would always give me dirty looks when I made eye contact with him. I don’t know why it bothered him and I didn’t really care. I kept my distance from him and all the guys and just did my own thing. I was only one of two females who chose to come to the extra trainings, Carra was a senior and was only here because her father, one of our elite warriors, made her. She came, trained, didn’t talk to anyone and left.
The rest of the females were mates of our current leadership or warriors. The Luna was very nice and a great fighter, she always kept me on my toes and she and the other females would share stories and insights while we were sparring. I didn’t usually get to spar with the males during the elite training, the dads, including mine, were more interested in teaching their proteges. My dad actually did not even acknowledge I was there. But the Luna and the female warriors had some great tips on how to use my small size to my advantage, because many guys underestimate a woman in a fight. It amazed me how short sighted the guys could be. They cherished their mates, praised our female warriors and were feircely protective but in the end their actions showed they thought their ideas were better than a female’s and that they were the true protectors of the pack.
Training was the only time I didn’t have to worry about Kaley, Jeanie and Marnie or any of their other minions messing with me. They weren’t dumb enough to cause the kind of scenes with me that they usually did with the future alphas, my brother and the rest of the future leaders watching. I could be free and be myself, in the back where no one could see me. I have often thought about doing warrior training following school. I even started running the patrol route around the territory in the mornings before training or after school if I need to avoid people or my house. We don’t have a lot of rogue attacks, but they do happen and our border patrol keeps us in close contact with neighboring packs in times of need. I have enjoyed getting to know the patrol warriors and learning what they do as the first line of defense for our pack.
I am a good student, but that is more due to the pressure my dad puts on me to act like my high rank, than actually being smart or caring about school. I also have a ton of free time since I don’t hang out with anyone. Kaley has made sure that no one wants to associate with me on pain of social su*cide.
I was pulled from my thoughts as the lead trainer brought us all in and explained what we were going to do today and then casually said we have a new member joining us. “She is here with her uncle and aunt while her parents are working for the Alpha King.
That got everyone’s 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, but she actually showed up today. I still haven’t figured out how she gets out of mandatory training.
This tall girl walked in like she owned the place, her confident stature was what caught my eye first. Her youthful, carefree face, long dark brown hair and bright golden honey eyes told me she couldn’t be much older than me, but the way she held herself and how the eyes of every guy at training 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 she turned around and looked right at me. Delta Kyle told her she could join the 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. “Sierra, nice to meet you.
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. “Oh, sorry, Skylar.”
I shook her hand. “I’m not used to people talking to me.”
I muttered out awkwardly and quickly let go of her hand, turning back to the front where Delta Kyle and the lead trainer were giving a few more instructions. Mentally smacking myself for sounding like an idiot. She looked at me questioningly, but before she could ask, our trainer 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. Delta Kyle is one of the few people who knows that I want to train to get out of here so he lets me come to the gym and training grounds whenever I want, he even gave me a key to the gate when I started showing up before him.
Sierra was a really good fighter, but so was I. She is really tall compared to me. She has to be like 5’7″
and my 5′ 1″ stature can’t compare, but we are built similarly which helps with learning the new movements. Her black sports bra and leggings accentuate all the tan and defined muscles in her body, she could be a supermodel with her curves. I have muscles too, and am actually pretty defined, but I prefer to not show much skin, it helps hide the injuries, so I tend to appear overweight. Today I have baggy sweatpants and t-shirt on. I also have a tank top on under the t-shirt. I learned the hard way my scars and bruising can be found in the heat of a match if I don’t have layers. I don’t want anyone to see them and pity me or pretend to try to help. It sounds stupid and my wolf an I have gone around and around, but I don’t want help from people who couldn’t be bothered to help me when I was recieveing the scars in the first place. It’s easy for them to make themselves feel better by offering help or assistance, saying I ‘just have to ask,’ but in reality they are the same people who turn a blind eye because their own self preservation is more important than doing what’s right. So I keep my pain hidden.
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