The Lycan's Slave Mate
Henry Smithlife without mother is painfulwhy i hate my mother bookshort story about a motherhated by my mate
My eyes glanced around the classroom, and I sighted some students taking shots at me with their cameras.
My legs began to throb as I felt spasms, but I couldn't stop till I was done cleaning the damn class. I tossed the broom to the corner of the classroom before carrying the trashcan, heading to the exit.
Those girls who were holding the wolfsbane whip hurried into the class at that moment, with Nana following behind, and fear made me back away.
"Second round..." Nana smirked before covering her nose while I stared dumbly, wondering what she meant.