Home sweet home

Isabella P.O.V.

Driving from the diner putting that idiot to a beta into his place, I smile to myself. I would never have dared doing that a couple of years ago, knowing I would have to take the beating without complaint or risk showing everyone what I’ve learned in the dojo. I couldn’t risk it, because knowing how crazy Alpha and my so-called parents are; they would have gone there to beat the shit out of the instructors for teaching me. It feels good to be free, independent and without fear for once in my life.

I’ve always tried to keep my head down, keep quiet and let everyone forget I’m even there, which I succeeded most of the time. I have a big mouth on me, and my sass knows no boundaries when I’m met with stupidity - which has been a learning experience with having Janelle and Jeff come and go in my childhood home.

In the grocery store I take a cart and make my way down the isles. I’m using the money Mr. Aberforth gave me, plus my salary. It’s been more than eno