Pet the saucy princess

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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"Hello, Ella's speaking."

"Hi, Miss Ella Jane Ronan, this is Ansel Bates. I'm the chief assistant to the CEO of Blue Moon Group. "The man spoke slowly and sounded like a patient guy.

But after he says he's from the Blue Moon Group, my brain alerts me to watch out for cold calls, forcing me to interrupt him.

"Sorry, as I have told you guys many times, I am not interested in any of your group's insurance or projects. Oh yes, I can't afford any of your apartments, villas, and other real estate. I come from a poor rural pack. I have no idea why my phone number is in your phone book, but please don't call me again for sales. Thank you. Bye." I hang up the phone, block the caller's number, and toss the phone onto the couch.

This is the 10th call I've received from Blue Moon Group recently, and it's something that's been nagging in my head lately. Has the group, belonging to the largest pack in North America, Blue Moon Pack, now been downgraded to selling their products to me, a poor student fresh out of school?

On the other hand, if I could afford the house or apartment they sell for the rich, I would have already replaced Ethan, the cat I picked up last week, with the most expensive cat food and the best cat climber.

Mask up, I continue to clean up the poop in Ethan's litter box, which stinks so badly I even suspect he stole a can of herring.

"What's up? Ella, another sale call?" My best friend Mia comes out of her bedroom. Yawning, she walks to the kitchen counter and pours a cup of coffee from the coffee pot.

Mia Watts is a hot 5'5" girl. Her skin is a healthy tan. Her busty breasts and delicate waist are destined to earn her frequent whistles and hits from boys on the street. Her shoulder-length curly black hair and big pure blue eyes made it hard for me not to be drawn to her eyes while speaking to her.

She's sexy and popular, and even though she hasn't found her mate yet, she's changed dates a lot. Mia looks like a proud female Alpha. Indeed, she is the daughter of an Alpha with a pack of several hundred members. She will undoubtedly become a female Alpha in the future.

I am the opposite of her. I am two inches taller than Mia, but my skin is pale. My breasts are average in size, my waist is a bit bulky, and my butt is not perky. My straight, messy blonde hair falls just above my waist, and I have normal hazel eyes.

Most of my clothes are sturdy jeans with plaid shirts because they're durable and cheap. But they also make me look like a stout cowgirl, a nickname I was given by my classmates from childhood.

Except for three relationships in high school, none of which lasted more than three months, I spent three tedious years in college as a single nerd. Perhaps, to these male wolves who have grown up in the big city, I, the daughter of an Alpha from a rural pack of seven family members, isn't worth too much attention from them.

I, however, don't care because what I want most is to get a decent job in this city. So, my father will stop asking me to go home on a blind date, find a mate or a good man, and inherit his pack.

"Yeah! Our university must sell the graduates' information to her Blue Moon Group's sales department. That's so funny. The world-famous Blue Moon Group now has to rely on the CEO's chief assistant to make harassing phone calls to sell their products. They're going to go bankrupt, aren't they?" I complain loudly.

Sealing the garbage bag containing the cat poop, I remove my mask to get some fresh air.

"I don't think so. If Blue Moon Group goes bankrupt, the whole continent will be in an economic crisis. I heard my mother say that Mr. Clapton bought a yacht for his girlfriend last week." Mia said, handing me another cup of coffee.

"Oh, which one? In a few years, I bet all the young girls in North America will be receiving Mr. Clapton's gifts." I rolled my eyes. Rather than his girlfriend, I prefer to call those girls his dates.

"Except for me and a beautiful young lady called Ella Jane Ronan," Mia jokes and takes a sip of coffee.

The Blue Moon University that Mia and I attended belongs to the Blue Moon Group. When I studied there, I heard a lot of gossip about Alpha Ethan D Clapton of the Blue Moon Group.

I was not particularly interested in others' personal life. But thanks to my gossipy bestie Mia, I had a lot of things about this emperor-like CEO engraved in my head. I even remembered them more clearly than the theories in the textbooks.

Ethan D Clapton was the most famous playboy since he entered Blue Moon University. He changed his dates almost every week. Those dates were like his clothes to him. He deserted them when he didn't like them.

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