Beauty and The Beta
Once I had finished speaking to my Dad, and before I went back to the hospital to see how Harley was, I planned to mindlink Miles to demand answers.
“Bailey, he rejected his mate!” my Dad snapped. “That is not allowed for an Alpha! He hurt you, Bailey. My little girl!” he growls angrily, and again the irony hits me that he sounds suddenly protective when, for so long, he had been completely oblivious to the persistent jibes and bullying I had endured due to my studying. My geekiness. Basically for not fitting in the way that was expected of me. I was the Beta’s daughter. I should have been beautiful. Sporty. Popular. Much like my sister, Morgan, I guess. So, I suppose, one out of two daughte