All Chapters of Bully Me, Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Author's POV Amber scoffed, rolling her eyes as she smoothed down her hoodie. “Understatement of the century,” she said dryly, “Says the person who can’t keep her hands to herself.” Cassie let out an angry huff, her face flushed red, as the doctor shoved her firmly out of the room and slammed the door in her face. Through the small glass panel, they could still see her pounding furiously on the door with both fists, mouth moving in silent, furious curses. "You shouldn’t have chased Cassie out,” Luna Isabella finally spoke, pointing a manicured finger directly at Amber. “She is the one who should stay. Amber doesn’t belong here. She never did.” The doctor shook his head, arms crossed over his chest. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Luna,” he said calmly but firmly. “The girl I just chased out started the whole thing, we all saw it happen. She grabbed Amber’s hair first. I’m not going to reward violence in my hospital.” Isabella's eyes narrowed to slits. “Doctor, stay out of thi

Author’s POV Amber strolled back to the parking lot, sighing in relief when she saw Xavier’s car still parked outside the hospital, headlights cutting soft yellow beams through the evening dusk. She had feared he’d left, feared she would be stranded with no way home, but he was still there, waiting. The sight warmed her heart, a small flicker of comfort in the storm that had been her day. She rushed to the car, footsteps quick and light despite the ache in her body. Xavier, spotting her from inside, let out a quiet sigh of relief too, shoulders dropping as tension eased from his face. Amber opened the door and slid into the front seat, pulling it shut behind her. "You guys are still here?” she muttered, voice thick with gratitude. “I-I thought you would have left, thinking I wasn’t coming back. But you stayed… thank you. Really. Thank you.” Xavier shrugged, leaning back against the seat with a tired but genuine smile. “No, for real, I thought you ditched us,” he admitted.

Author’s POV "What do you mean you won’t fall in love again?” Mrs. Darlington asked gently, her voice soft and full of concern. “It’s in our nature to love, honey. We all have hearts, some bruised, some scarred, but they keep beating anyway. And you, my darling, have so much love inside you it spills over. You deserve someone who will cherish every piece of you, protect you fiercely, and not drag you into chaos. Someone from a stable home, someone who sees your worth from the first moment and fights for you every single day without hesitation." Amber placed a hand over her heart, fingers trembling slightly. “My heart has already been shattered, Mom,” she whimpered, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t think I will ever let anyone close enough to do it again. It hurts too much. Love doesn’t matter to me anymore. What matters now is what I will become after we leave this cursed pack. What I will build.” She added with a weak, shaky smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Mrs. Darli

Alpha Mason’s POV My heart sank the second the doctor delivered the verdict. I wanted him to be wrong, needed him to be wrong so badly it felt like a physical ache in my chest. Amber couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not like this. If I could just drag my useless body out of this damn bed, see her face one more time, maybe corner my father in his office and make him back off this insane eviction plan… Maybe she wouldn’t have to go. Maybe I could fix everything. Maybe she would stay. The thought looped in my head like a prayer I didn’t deserve to make. "Can you walk?” the doctor asked, already glancing down at my right leg with the clinical detachment of someone who had seen worse. I looked down at it, pale, bruised, and wrapped in bandages that looked more like a bad joke than actual healing. “I… I don’t know,” I muttered, my throat so tight the words scraped coming out. He didn’t wait for me to argue. He started pulling the drip needle out of my hand, quick, practiced, barely a sti

Author’s POV "I—I will keep that in mind, for now,” she said quietly, still unable to bring herself to tell Amber the real reason she was thinking of quitting school and abandoning her writing dreams. Her manuscripts had been rejected over and over, some agents called her style “unpolished,” others said the pacing dragged, and the characters weren’t “relatable” enough. Yet her online readers and beta readers devoured every chapter, leaving heartfelt comments and begging for more. It wasn’t enough. Her parents had gently suggested switching to something “practical” like journalism, but the thought of spending her life writing articles she didn’t care about made her stomach turn. That was why quitting school altogether had started to feel like the only honest option. Amber finally let go of her hand and glanced around the room, taking in the half-cleaned surfaces and scattered cleaning supplies. “I will leave you to your job then…” she said softly. “But when you are ready to talk