Semua Bab MATED TO MY POSSESSIVE BULLIES: THE ALPHA TRIPLETS : Bab 81 - Bab 90

GREY’S POV★I stumbled through the moonlit forest. I huddled in the forest, the pain twisting my insides like a hungry wolf. My heart was an echoing cavern of grief.I felt helpless. I felt hopeless. There was nothing I could do. I just wanted to die off it all.Every breath was a stab, every step a reminder of what I had lost. It felt just like the night our mother died, the air thick with a cold, heavy despair.I felt like I was dying, just like when my mother had taken her last breath. Back then, the pain had driven me to swear off love, fearing it would be my undoing. Now, it was Valerie, my mate, who had ripped my heart out.With that, there was no way I would heal.I swore then, never again. Never love like that, never open myself to such pain. But I had failed. Valerie, my mate, she had ripped me open from the inside out. Now, the agony mirrored the bite that marked me as a werewolf, clawing at me deeper with each agonizing beat of my heart.I collapsed onto the damp earth, le

GREY'S POV★The adrenaline thrummed in my veins like a war drum, fueled by the raw need for vengeance. The heaviness of my sensitivity clung to me like a second skin, mingling with the metallic tang of blood and sweat.We'd finally nabbed Clinton, the mutt who sold out our pack. Clinton, the traitor who split our pack's trust with that evil she-wolf, Lily.Every fiber of my being screamed for a different kind of chase — one with fangs and claws, ending with the taste of traitorous blood on my tongue; to rip him apart, to shift and let my wolf tear into his throat.My wolf clawed at its cage, yearning to rip him to shreds, each ragged breath a growl trapped in my throat. I just wanted to kill. I was going crazy.But Kaden, ever the voice of a beacon of reason in the storm, cut through the primal rage and reminded me: that Clinton could be the key to finding Lily"He can lead us to Lily," he said, his words calm amidst the panting and guttural growls.He was right. I agreed.Rage morph

VALERIE'S POV★My eyes snapped open, the musty air of the basement stinging my nostrils. My head pounded, echoing with the phantom sting of Lily's slap.I remembered pushing Fiona, the anger flaring so hot it almost choked me. Then Lily – always quicker, always crueler – shoved me, sending me tumbling down the creaky cellar stairs.The world tilted sideways, my stomach lurched as I tumbled down rough stone steps. I landed with a thud in a damp, dusty basement, the air thick with the smell of mildew and decay.My vision swam, and before I could scramble up, rough hands yanked me to my feet.Lily, her face contorted with malicious glee, loomed over me. "Stay still, little wolf," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.Before I could react, Fiona, her eyes glinting with cold amusement, grabbed my arms. I twisted and fought, snarling, but their combined strength pinned me down.They tied me up with coarse rope, the rough fibers digging into my skin.That was all I could remember befor

VALERIE'S POV★The silk of the gown which was once smooth and elegant, now felt like a spiderweb against my skin, tightening with every passing second.It was mocking my fury and clinging onto me like a second skin.My defiance, once a roaring fire, was reduced to embers under the suffocating weight of captivity. They had forced me into this finery, hoping to soften the wildness they couldn't contain. But I wasn't ready to back down either. I would fight.The plush chairs at the mahogany table felt like a cage, confining me with unseen bars but it just couldn't cage me within. It couldn't cage my wolf.Lily, with a smile sharper than any wolf's tooth, sat beside the old man: stranger. As she fed him grapes, her fingers lingering on his lips, I wanted to hurl the exotic food at them both. But something held me back – a primal instinct coiled tight in my gut, whispering caution."Eat, Valerie," Lily purred, her voice harsh. "It wouldn't do to be rude to your host."The dining table wa

VALERIE'S POV★My stomach churned like a cauldron as the Alpha's uncle declared his intention to take me as his wife.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I met his gaze, defiance blazing in my eyes, "Never!" I spat, the word laced with venom, "Not in a thousand lifetimes."Laughter filled the cavernous hall, booming off the damp stone walls. But it wasn't a joyous sound. It was cruel, and cold, like the glint in Uncle Edgar's eyes.And Fiona, she did not share his amusement. Her face, normally adorned with a haughty smirk, twisted into a mask of fury.Her face…was it contorted in jealousy or fury? I couldn't place my hand on that. It was now pale and thunderous. "But why her?" she choked out, the question laced with both confusion and a strange, sharp edge filled with venom, "why not me?!"Uncle Edgar, the Alphas' slimy uncle, grinned, revealing teeth too sharp for comfort. "Because I can," he declared, his voice dripping with power and entitlement."Two wives, my