Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings – Chapter 39

Lily’s POV

The only thing I felt when my alarm rang and I headed to the bathroom in a daze was dread.

Today was Monday and I would be back at the Academy after such a wonderful weekend that I had.

comical that I had chosen to call tha

c.

weekend, I had been unable to get a hold of Bia to know if she was alive and not just u

n I dropped by the flower shop yesterday, my best friend was alive but resting because she had a stressful week which made me pleased that he did not seem to know about anything that had happened on Saturday. It also made me feel like the worst friend in the world because if Bia was truly fine and resting, then it meant that she was not picking my calls

n I would never speak to me again after what happened that night and I had

number, not that I dared to send her a message on social media after how I treated her brother by now. There was no one to talk to and now , the only person that I thought I would always have in my corner no matter what was gone.

to quit the academy and continue to be homeschooled like she wanted.

like everything was normal.

looking at me, rig

logize, the girl sneered at me and slapped my hand away from her scattered books.

was when I realized that the crash was not as accidental as it seemed.

ven bothering to be low anymore as they snickered.

one was approaching me, I knew that it was only a matter of them before the active bullying began.

nce that that night was not a figment of my imagination but as real as flesh and blood.

sible when he was supposed to be a Lycan and n

ling whether everyone would stand by his side or turn on him.

afe too.

anyone else know about this?

hen I remembered with sadness that I had blocked him.

ant something to do with me if I reached out to him now.

of the last seat and as the professor walked in, a smile on his face, I wondered if the staff knew anything about how students were b

of paper hit my head.

e girls pointed for me to reach for the paper, my entire body was filled with dread.

e out of opening that paper but when I ignored it, someone kicked the back of my chair and kept hitting it

iagram labeled as the “Princes’ whore.”

ers as I heard giggles and in no time, snide remarks started flying to hit me.

they allow scum into this place”

hat because she was invited to sit at the popular table.”

l weirdo.”

Blo

p it, I turned to try to find who had said it but all I got was people laughing covertly and making funny faces at me.

Zac could not have said anything, could he? It would be detrimental to h

me if people actually knew.

rying to process the implications of what I had just

pe, to find solace in the sanctuary of solitude.

sitting there.

could I go?

ow to think and breathe?

The bathroom

physical, weighing me down. My thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of confusion, hurt, and anger.

to maintain when I got admitted into the academy, the delicate dance between popularity and obscurity, threatened to crumble beneath me.

d away the tears, forcing myself to regain composure. The door creaked open, and a unfamiliar voices chittered around me, three girls giggling amongst themselves. But the moment they saw me, their sunny smiles turning to venomous sneers.

ested in hurting me so badly right now.

ymore.

word back in the classroom.

into the sink, the sounds of the girls fading an

ly, I could be here alone in p

was over.

ack at that club, but this time without the livid sneer. Instead, he had an indecipherable expression on his face, a tiny squeeze in his eyebrows.

It felt l