All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I woke up tense. The atmosphere felt heavy with what was coming. The first thing I did was to check on Cassian, but he was out, so I decided to run other errands. To see my sister. I trusted Cassian, goddess knows I did. But trust didn't erase fear. He was powerful, but things slipped out of control every day. I had learned that the ugly way. And before anything else happened, I wanted to fix things with Tasha. If something went wrong... I wanted her to know I never meant to hurt her. I found her in the garden behind the pack house, curled on the stone bench with a book in hand. She looked... strangely bright. Happier than I'd seen her in well… since her strangeness began. When she spotted me, her lips stretched into a relieved, almost triumphant smile. "Talia." She shut the book and stood. "I've been looking for you." I approached cautiously.“You have?" "Mm-hmm." She came in for a quick hug. The hug was tight, lingering. "You did so well yesterday. I heard about the land dis

A thought came to me. I hesitated but asked anyway. “Tell me about her.” I expected his expression to harden, expected him to withdraw like he did the last time. But he didn’t. Instead, he smiled, a small nostalgic smile. “My mother was the same as your father. Loud. Too loud. She drove my father insane, but he adored her for it. She’d make warriors dance in the courtyard on Sundays just to embarrass them.” I laughed, genuinely. “I can’t imagine that.” The thought was ridiculous. Warriors grumbling and dancing because their Luna asked them to. “She’d have made you join in,” he said, teasing. “Oh goddess, I would’ve died.” “I think you would’ve liked her too.” There was something tender in the way he said it. Like he wished the world had been gentler to both of us. I wished the same too. We talked. About small things. Stupid things. Childhood stories. Pack pranks. Things I’d never heard and things I’d never shared. I told him about my time with humans. It felt… ea

Cassian’s POV Two hours later, two separate convoys rolled out of the pack, each headed in a different direction, as if the land itself were splitting to swallow them. Convoy 1: Kira, two trackers, twenty warriors, a locked SUV said to hold Talia. Convoy 2: Nicole, two sharpshooters, a second SUV equally guarded. Both exits opened like jaws and closed again as the vehicles disappeared into the trees. From above, no one could have guessed which one carried the real Luna, because neither did. Only drivers in each. Only the faintest thread of Talia’s scent, woven into the seats from the discarded jacket she’d worn days ago. I had considered using her twin as a body double, goddess knew the resemblance would have bought us time, but even her blood couldn’t be trusted. The pack buzzed behind me like a hive kicked open. Rumours swarmed. Wolves whispered in corners. Eyes measured each other’s loyalty. Somewhere among them, the traitor breathed the same air I did. And I hated that I h

Talia’s POV I paced the room restlessly, my heart hammering in my throat. Fear gnawed at me, fear for Cassian, for the pack, for the storm I could feel coming. I wanted to tell him, to spill every part of me, to express how much I loved him, but he had been gone before the words even formed. I sighed, frustration burning through me. Time blurred. Then, a loud commotion downstairs tore through the quiet. My body went taut. I should stay. I should obey. But the need to know, to see him, was stronger. I ran to the front door. Cassian stood across from me, his body rigid, hands clenched, eyes blazing with anger that could scorch the forest. Yet beneath it, I glimpsed something else: grief, raw and jagged. “Cass…” My voice caught. “I told you to stay put,” he said, his voice low and lethal. He didn’t look expectant. I realised that for the first time, Cassian didn’t notice me approaching. Guilt pricked me, but I didn’t step back. Around us, warriors flexed, ready to strike. Nicol

The courtyard was silent when we stepped outside the pack house. Not empty, just silent in the way a battlefield goes quiet before the first arrow flies. Every breath held. Every stance ready. It was the fifth day, and even though we’d caught the traitor, nothing felt finished. Not yet. The air still tasted like suspicion, and the pack moved as though a blade hovered over every throat. Alpha Serena was scheduled to arrive today, to collect the woman who killed her son. And whatever justice she had in mind… it would not be gentle. I almost felt bad for Kira. Cassian and I stood at the front of the pack house, side by side. A united front. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw clenched tightly, but his hand brushed mine softly, radiating warmth. Warriors lined the path, weapons strapped, eyes forward. Engines hummed in the distance. Nicole stood just behind us, posture rigid, jaw set like stone. He didn’t say a word, but his presence was a warning all on its own: try it, and y