All Chapters of Mated to my Bully : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONEOSCALA’S POVTWO DAYS BEFORE PRESENT DAYI opened the letter and read the message slowly. As I got to the third line, my hands began to tremble. I wanted, that very moment, it rip it into pieces and yell. ‘This is all lies!!’ but I knew better. To frank, I felt it on that rainy night when it happened and now this letter confirmed my suspicions. I followed it up and then sat down on the small stone bench at the back of the yard, staring at the rising sun, tears dripping from my eyes. The priestess opened the backyard door and stepped out. She walked gracefully to my behind and she rested her hand on my shoulder. She massaged it gently. I gripped her hand and tried to throw it off but she whispered something that made me stop.“You lost a friend. You lost a king. You lost a piece of our happiness. Do not fight it, not now. Let the pain flow and let me be here to help you bear.”My hands slipped down, falling on lap. She leaned over and bless my cheek

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREEZEPHYR’S POV She pinned me against the kitchen table, my back pressed on the fine mahogany. Her playful hands excited by the lust that drove her. She gazed into my eyes with those mystic Auburns and I was enchanted immediately. I lay there, at her mercy while she gently clipped out all the buttons of my shirt until there was nothing covering my chest anymore. She traced my body with her fingers like I was a canvas and they were the brush. She had no interest on what was below the belt, for now. Taylor liked it when she got me turned on first. The tips of her fingers circled around my nipple. I bit back a little laugh. It was ticklish. She leaned over me and licked my nipple, then took it all in her mouth and sucked. I groaned as the sensation cut through me like electric bolts of pure passion. I gripped the kitchen table, trying the withstand the urge. Her tongue played around the nipple and her fingers played on my waist.She took her time, lis

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVEZEPHYR’S POVOscala shut his eyes, accepting his fate. Perhaps this would not kill him but he didn’t seem to care whether it would or it wouldn’t. This was his idea of damage control. To take all the heat. My hands shook, my heart ached, my face wet with tears and I really wanted to use him to let out all the hurt inside me. But something in me told me that Oscala was hurting too. And he was giving in to me because he was blaming himself too and he had convinced himself that what I was about to do was the punishment he deserved. I took a deep breath and I exhaled. My lips parted and I said to him. “This is not what you deserve. I won’t let you use me to mend your guilty spirit.”I threw the tree away, the crash shaking the ground beneath us. Something in me told me that Taylor and Theo would be here soon. There was no way they would hear this and sit put.I stretched out my hand to Oscala, he took it and I raised him up. He hugged me. .“Just for a

CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVENTAYLOR’S POV“You’ve read my mind.” I remarked casually. Hoping to hide how worried it made me feel. “Honestly Taylor, if I say your claims are unfounded, I would be lying. I know for a fact that I was drawn to you because of your mother’s energy. And I wanted you because I wanted your mother. I thought I could replace her with you. I was a fool anyways.”He let his fingers slide off my chin. It felt more like a caress. He moved away, his back to me. “Do you think my mother is the kind to do that? To bring herself back at the expense of her own daughter’s spirit.”“Taylor, I don’t know. I am not your mother. All I know is that she always gets what she want. However I can’t say for sure if coming back is what she wants and if it is, I still can’t tell you for sure that she intends to sacrifice you to do it. Come, let’s keep going while we talk.”“Alright.” I joined him. We made our way through the back, around the house and into the bushes. All that

TAYLOR’S POV“She cannot see you.” The priest reminded me, coldly.I sealed my lips, letting out a sad breath. The girl kept looking right into my eyes. Everything about her, was exactly like me. Not a inch out of place. The young SHILA turned around and faced the house again. Almost immediately after she did, two adults came out. The she-wolf among them was crying, uncontrollably. There was a pained look in the eyes of the man who held her. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was the day SHILA’s little sister died. SHILA did not look sad. To be frank, she didn’t wart any look at all. Like she wasn’t sure how to feel. My eyes left the grieving couple and I stared at the door. I saw a little hand and half a face. The rest of the little wolf’s body had been hidden behind the door. The child seemed to b watching the crying couple.“Is that Oscala?” I asked. “Indeed it is. The little fool has been breaking rules since he learned how to walk apparently. A chosen one should never