Page 13 of Truth or Pack

Though, if I tried to hug her right now I had a feeling she’d punch me right in the dick.

“The little, freaking psycho threw a branch at me when I startled her, then yelled at me about how we bullied her and nearly cost her the scholarship she had in college, pretty muchcalled me a rich kid who never had to work for anything, and stormed off in tears.”

“We are rich guys who don’t really have to worry about things like the cars. Maybe she does?” I defended as gently as I could. None of us missed her reaction last night to her car being broken. She was ready to storm out there in a lightning storm to see it.

“She doesn’t know the first thing about me,” he thundered, stomping to the kitchen and opening the fridge, cursing at whatever he found. Or lack thereof. “Doesn’t have any fucking food here, either.”

“She probably just got here,” Ash said as he joined us. “Also, you know what bothers me most. Our pictures were on our profiles, even if hers wasn’t. She had to know who we were. Yet, she didn’t seem to. That shock when she opened the door was genuine.”

I frowned at that. He was right. This was supposed to be a mutual meeting. So, who exactly had we talked to through messages to set this up? The responses were short but we just assumed she was shy since she said she’d rather meet in person to see if we had chemistry.

That seemed to also take some of the wind out of Holt’s sails. He was still fuming, but not cursing and stomping around.

“Where is she?” Ash asked, looking at Holt since he’d caught the last part. “After you made our omega cry.”

“There’s no way she’s our omega,” he argued. “This is too fucked up.”

“Look, I was thinking about it and I couldn’t make sense of what happened. There were those rumors about her sleeping with the professor which nearly got the girls to fail or something like that.”

“She called our whole group bullies,” Holt said as he sat down, looking more unsettled by the second. “I’m assuming that’s us, our girls, and our friends.”

“Call Sadie,” I suggested. She was the only one we still talked to out of our old group. The other girls had moved to California and packed up not long after we broke up. Even when we dated we all knew it wasn’t going to last. We weren’t scent compatible, but it was easier to date each other than deal with our parents’ obligations alone.

Ash pulled the phone out of his pocket and pulled up Sadie’s contact, placing it on speakerphone.

“Hey, Ash,” she greeted on the second ring. “I told you that you’d come crawling back to me. You always do.”

I raised my eyes at the purr in her voice. Ash shifted uncomfortably but didn’t look us in the eyes.

Interesting.

“Actually, I had a question. I ran into this girl from our college days. The one who you guys said got you in trouble in class. I couldn’t remember much else,” he started to explain but she cut him off with a groan.

“Ugh, you mean that bitch Taryn? Glasses, dorky, no money or class?”

“That’s her name,” I hissed, everything clicking into place now.

“She called us bullies,” Holt said, his gruff voice loud enough for Sadie to hear.

“Oh, hello, boys,” She laughed, the sound a bit too breathy to not be fake. How did we tolerate them for so long? “And we definitely did.”

The lack of shame in her voice had us all raising our eyebrows.

“What?” Ash asked, his voice deliberately lacking emotion. Sadie cackled at our shock.

“You guys were too easy. A few tears and pouting faces and you were right there with us. That bitch thought she was so fucking smart, always impressing the professor and acting like she was better than all of us whenwehad the power and status. Her IQ had nothing on our wealth and we made sure she knew it. Over and over again.”

“What did you do?” I asked, trying my best to disguise my disgust as I spoke. The girls were far worse than I thought.

“Well, Lacey thought if we fucked with her enough it would take her down a few notches. Nothing too bad, mostly just spreading rumors and making her an outcast like she should have been from the start. Then there were a few instances of tripping her with her tray in the dining hall, locking her in her dorm during a fire drill, adding dye to her shampoo. Stealing her clothes, telling all the creepy alphas she was easy. Just some… harmless pranks.”

I had a feeling she wasn’t telling us the half of it. Not to mention, they were damn lucky those lies didn’t wind up with her being hurt.

“Darcy thought she had a crush on you guys, so that’s when we told you about the class issues. That way you’d give her the cold shoulder, too.”

“So, they were all just rumors, none of them true?” Ash asked. “What about you almost failing?”

“She fucking told the professor that we did none of the work on the group project and he failed us. She, of course, got top marks. It was bullshit.”

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