The bullying had started when I was fourteen. I wasn't the skinniest,
fastest, strongest or prettiest. The qualities that most
teenagers believed the Alpha's daughter should have.
When the bullying had started, it was just simple name calling.
Telling me that I wasn't good enough, I wasn't pretty enough, I was
weak. I had sadly become accustomed to it and didn't hurt as much
when they continued to call me names. After all, sticks and stones
may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.