My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. novel Chapter 13

“Wait, what are you talking about? I am not hot and what do you want to find out from which boys?” Now I was scared. She was looking at me like a predator looks at its prey.

“I saw how each of those boys looked at you today at training and again after school. You are not as invisible as you may think and I am going to prove it to you. Even your brother was impressed at training.”

“I doubt that. My brother, like my dad, only focuses on the position and job and I do not fall into that category, so I am not noticeable. But, you are cute for thinking that.”

“I’m still dressing you up hot tonight, there’s no getting out of it.” I roll my eyes, this might be the worst of the torture yet.

“How hot can you be wearing a coat and hat? You are ridiculous.” I giggle at her as she drags me in her closet.

He accused me of wanting to be mixed up in the drama of high schoolers and jealous of the attention the popular girls were getting with the boys amongst other insults to my intelligence. That’s when I stopped going to him for my troubles or advice altogether. He only pretended to listen to me most of the time anyway, more focused on his files and paperwork and whatever else he did for the Alpha. I don’t even eat in the dining room with him and my brother. When I had a nanny, I would eat with her in her suite unless we had company. It was always that way and I didn’t question it until after 7th grade she was dismissed and I was deemed old enough to look after myself. Unfortunately, no one told me.

I went to her suite to get food, but it was empty. I searched the house and found my father and brother in the formal dining room with a full spread of food. The only thing my father said was that she was needed for a more important child and I shouldn't interrupt dinner again. Neither said anything or came to check on me after I ran from the room crying. I eat in the kitchen with our cook now and help her with the clean up when we are done. She doesn’t question it, but I can see the pity in her eyes when she looks at me. I hate the pity more than I hate being alone.