My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. Series

I am trying not to move. I don't know if this guy actually can see me or if he can just smell my scent. I thought I could mask it, but I have never put any conscious thought into it until now. Something my wolf and I agree was stupid on our part. The big gray wolf on the platform still hasn't moved or opened its eyes. I don't think he's the one speaking, but looking around as much as I can without turning my head, there isn't anyone else here either. What the hell is going on?

"I haven't heard from my son in a while, I hope he is treating you well as his chosen mate."

Huh? This guy is crazy. And how does he not know that Mike is dead? I blasted a hole in his ass for threatening my family. All wolves can feel when a direct family member passes back to the Moon Goddess. "Come out, child. There is no need to hide from me." His voice is silky and smooth. Something enticing threatens to pull you in if you don't know he's the worst type of psychopath around. I kind of understand why he has so many followers. Just the rumbling deep tenor makes you want to listen. "We are family now and will be so much more soon."

Now we are officially at creeper level, but I have to do something, he knows I'm here, I think. I stand slowly, my guard up completely. I can feel my fur tingle with electricity. Magic is crackling along it with some kind of protection I don't understand, but appreciate all the same.

***"Can you guys hear him? Tell me I'm not crazy." I call out to my team and I know everyone else can hear too. "I can't see him though, what is going on?"***

***"Skylar, give your wolf control of your eyes, you can share your vision with us. It shouldn't impede yours at all."*** Gentry directs in her gentle tone.

***"Oh, shit! Do you know how many times we could have used this on other missions? This is going to be so helpful in the future."*** Lil exclaims.

***"F*ck off!! There had better not be a repeat of this f*cking situation."*** Cameron growls. He's not usually the one to shut down ideas of my abilities so quickly. That's usually Dakota and my brother, but all three of my mates are radiating the same aggressive emotion right now.

I feel like Lil, Jena and Sierra are the only ones who see my abilities for their possibilities, like I do, instead of the dangerous positions it might possibly put me in.

***"Knock it off! All of you. Help me look for something, anything to let me know who's talking to me. I'm going to start moving around, they are clearly expecting me. And he doesn't know Mike is dead, what's up with that. He thinks Mike has mated with me." My mate's growls turn into a roar in my head. "STOP! Or I will block you! He can tell I'm mated, but not who I am mated to. Gentry, what's going on? Osiston and Nikolas muzzle my mates if they become a danger or just a bigger pain in the ass."

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***"I'm not sure dear girl, but it probably has to do with how far he has gone down the path of dark magic. There are abilities he has gained, but clearly he has lost or given some up in the process.' ***"I'm going to shift, he knows I'm here so I don't have the element of surprise anyway. Can you still see through my eyes if I do?"***

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***"We will find out, remember everything you do is experimental from this point forward. Your magic will be tested, your faith in the Moon Goddess will be tested and your mates are already being tested and at their breaking point. Choose what you do and say carefully and with complete intention. If you don't know what to say, say nothing at all."*** I think that is the most direct advice I have been given since I started using magic.

I shift and send a silent thank you for Dakota insisting I put on his shirt. I don't want to give Vincent any ideas.

"You asked me to show myself, but I

can't see you. I believe courtesy dictates that you show yourself as well." I called out. I can feel my girls fanning behind me but staying just beyond the treeline. I hope their

scents are masked as well. Wol. ne

seem to have a nonverbal

agreement to stay silent. I don't

know if his magic allows him to hear my thoughts or the mindlinks attached to me. That must mean that they can see through my eyes though, since no one is asking any questions.

"You are right dear girl. What kind of father-in-law would I be if you didn't have the opportunity to know me? You will understand who the

superior portion of the Royal bloodline is." Vincent comes from somewhere in the center of the pacing wolves. I see him out of the corner of my eye and whip to my right. I don't want him in any kind of blind spot. He's too big to miss, but there was no way he was standing there when I crawled over. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I am frozen as he saunters, at least I think that's what he is trying to accomplish, towards me. I just stand and stare at this cartoonish looking, arrogant asshole. He is huge, way bigger than my guys, with long, stringy hair the same midnight black shade as Mike's and the same hazel eyes. Those are the only family traits though. Vincent's shoulders have got to be as wide as I am tall, but his waist is tiny, like him and I probably could wear the Same belt tiny. It gives him a top heavy look. The muscles in his shoulders and chest are puffed up like balloons and he has no neck. I think this would be the equivalent of a human getting plastic surgery and taking it too far. The problem is I don't know if those muscles are for show or can actually function, and the only way to find

out is to piss him off enough to fight

me, and no one in my current

mindlink group is going to

appreciate that.

He stops in front of me, breaking me from my wild thoughts. "My you are a little thing aren't you? We will have to do something about that so you can bear strong Royal pups."

The look on my face must tell him how I really feel about that idea since he just smiles showing off perfectly straight white teeth.

"Such a well trained female, you don't speak much, that is always a plus. Micheal did say you were very intelligent. It looks like your father brought you up very obediently. That will be helpful when we start working through your Royal attributes."

Seriously! How many times can one person say 'royal' in a conversation? I decide to test the waters and see how far I can push him.

"There actually hasn't been anything to say. You haven't asked me a question that needs an answer. I am just here to figure out what you want and why you are attacking my pack." I shrug like he is barely worth my notice. I need to keep him talking anyway.