All Chapters of Bully Me, Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Amber’s POV “Yeah, whatever,” Nate muttered rudely, already turning his back to me like I was invisible. “Can you stop talking to me now? I pressed my lips together, fighting the sting in my chest. "Alright, suit yourself. I am not going to talk to you anymore,” I said, resting my hand on my cheek and fixing my eyes on the teacher, trying, really trying to make out the words he was saying. I was here, but I wasn’t, because that was when Alpha Xavier strolled into the classroom as if he owned the place, completely unfazed by being late. His golden eyes swept the classroom once, then locked straight onto me. My heart rate kicked up a notch. The memory of last night crashed back in vivid, unwanted detail, the dark closet, his desperate mouth on mine, and the way he had refused to let go even when I fought. I ducked my head behind Nate’s broad shoulders, using him like a human shield. "Ugh, I hate him,” I muttered under my breath. Before I could process what was happening, so

Author’s POVAlpha Mason woke up from sleep, running a hand across his face as he sat up in the moonlit room. He stretched his muscles, bones cracking as the drowsiness left his eyes. Reaching under the covers, he searched for his phone and found it tucked beneath his pillow. The screen lit up with twelve missed calls from his parents. That was unusual, never had they called him so many times. They must really have needed something. His eyes drifted lower to see four missed calls from his Brownie. A smile tugged at his lips. "Looks like my plan is working," he muttered under his breath, smirk widening. "She is calling me nonstop. She wants me so bad she can’t even sleep." The thought sent a warm ripple of triumph through him. He had needed space yesterday, needed to think, but knowing she had spent the night chasing him felt like victory.He moved to place the phone on the nightstand, but it buzzed again with new messages. Opening them, he skimmed past a few from his mother and rea

Author’s POV Luna Isabella glanced at her wristwatch and smiled widely at Mason. Mason frowned, instantly suspicious of the glee in her eyes. “The surprise is on its way, son,” she said brightly, gripping his hand so tightly he couldn’t pull free. “I know how much you love surprises. Look around the hall, choose the girl you would like to marry. I approve of every single one of them. I personally ran background checks on all the candidates. They all have what it takes to be my daughter-in-law. The faster you pick one, the better.” “Um, Mom, I—” Mason started. Before he could finish, Isabella shoved him forward with surprising strength for her elegant frame. He staggered down the last few steps of the grand staircase, landing near the edge of the dance floor right in front of Elsa. He was certain they had left her in the room with his father. How the hell had she gotten down here so fast? Amber sat up slowly from her seat in a quiet corner of the party, music echoing through the w

Amber’s POV “You just tossed all the things we had all those years aside because of that Black bitch. I hate you, Mason, I fucking hate you!” Elsa’s angry screams echoed through the ballroom like a drum. She turned on her heel and stormed away, one hand pressed over her eyes as sobs shook her shoulders, tears streaming between her fingers. My back throbbed from the fall, sharp pain radiating up my spine as Mason helped me to my feet. His hands were gentle but firm under my arms. “You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice rough and filled with concern. I could only nod, unable to form words, though secretly satisfied I had managed to injure Elsa with my claws after her sudden attack. A thin line of blood had welled on her cheek before she ran off. I stood rooted to the spot, fingers trembling, staring at her retreating figure, hoping she would finally stop this madness and leave us in peace now that we were engaged. Speaking of engaged, I was screaming inside, staring at the b

Author’s POV Amber scoffed, unimpressed by the maids’ laughter. Even if she didn’t like Elsa, their jokes weren’t funny. She was exhausted and wanted to go home, but she knew how Mason could react if she left without him. So she walked out of the packhouse to wait outside, their laughter echoing behind her. Cassie stopped in front of Luna Isabella’s bedroom door, pressing her ear to the wood as if listening for signs of life or a meltdown. Mason stood on the other side, watching her curiously. “It seems she has calmed down a bit, but we still need to check on her,” Cassie said, grabbing the doorknob. “Do I really have to check up on her?” Mason muttered, glancing at his wristwatch, already drained from the endless family drama. Cassie shot him a pointed glare. “Yes, you have to check on her, you jerk. She is your mother, after all.” She pulled the door open, and the stench of alcohol and smoke hit their nostrils. Mason fanned the smoke from his face and stepped inside, onl