My Secret, My Bully, My Mates (skylar) by Miss l Free novel Chapter 336

Chapter 0336

“For your information you son-of-a-b*tch." He turns slowly back to me, complete 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 accusing 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 accused 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, Nickolas 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 airplane 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.

She looks down at her hands, clasping and unclasping 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 Nickolas or

Osiston? Did Xander explain the significance of the necklace?”

"No." She’s still whispering.