All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I woke to soft kisses peppering my cheeks, Cassian's familiar scent filling my senses before my eyes even opened. He lay beside me fully dressed, hair still damp from his shower, a lazy morning smile tugging at his lips. The sunlight spilling through our bedroom window caught on his strands, turning pieces of his black hair into molten copper. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, voice still husky with sleep. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I bit my lip, suddenly shy under his gaze. He chuckled, leaning in to capture my mouth in a soft kiss, one that left my heart racing and my breath embarrassingly short. "I love it when you get shy," he teased against my lips. "It's cute." I scoffed and smacked his shoulder lightly, though my pulse betrayed me. He sat up, stretching, muscles shifting beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and my eyes — traitorous as always — followed. "By the way... my dad's leaving." The words hit faster than I could process. "What? Leaving?" "Yeah," C

By the time I finished with the omegas, the sun had already surrendered to the night, leaving streaks of amber fading into shadow. My feet ached, my shoulders burned, and flour still dusted my hair like snow.“Byeee!” Mira called after me as I stepped out into the cool evening air.Cassian was waiting, leaning casually against the black SUV in a fitted black shirt and jeans, hands in his pockets, moonlight catching in his dark hair. His eyes found mine instantly, and that glint, warm, possessive, knowing, sparked to life.The moment I reached him, he hooked a finger beneath my chin and pulled me in for a slow, lingering kiss. It was soft at first, but firm enough to remind me that he’d been waiting.“Someone looks exhausted,” he murmured against my lips, voice thick with amusement.“And someone looks very smug about it,” I countered breathlessly.His hand slid to the small of my back, guiding me closer until every line of his body pressed against mine. Heat rolled off him, steady and

The space smelled like possibilities, and a little like sawdust. Shelves were stacked, counters wiped down, and the ovens gleamed as if daring us to fill them with something magical. The bakery was coming out nicely, and I couldn't wait for the grand opening. After a string of grumbles and nags, I was able to drag Nicole to come help. Now here we are, moving between tables, carrying boxes of ingredients, and talking over the hum of construction tools and chatter from the omegas."This is actually... kind of fun," I admitted, balancing a bag of flour on one arm while trying to figure out where the rolling pins went. "I didn't think opening a bakery could feel like... like building a little kingdom."Nicole grinned. "Kingdom, chaos... same thing." He nudged me with his shoulder. "I'd say we're doing okay so far. The omegas seem... alive."Alive was right. Mira bounced from counter to counter, picking up whisks like they were magic wands, while Lena scrawled notes on a clipboard like a

Nicole's POV The Dispatch Hall was colder than usual. Cold enough that the tips of my fingers trembled, not from the temperature, but from the letter I'd read and reread six times before sealing it with the emerald wax stamped with my family's crest. I pressed it flat against the counter while the clerk—who was an omega—with ink stains permanently living beneath her nails—took it from me with careful fingers. "Destination?" she asked. I had practised my answer all morning. Neutral. Unattached. Just a favour. Just business. Very normal. Nothing suspicious. "South Territory," I said. "To Alpha Mason." There. Spoken. Done. The clerk's brows lifted slightly. She didn't look shocked or judgy, just... aware. Everyone was aware where tension lived these days. Between packs. Between alliances. Between hearts, if anyone dared admit that part. "Urgent dispatch?" she asked. My throat constricted. I thought about writing I miss you, but I shouldn't—then burned that draft. I thought abou

Talia's POV The bakery was starting to come together. It still smelled like fresh paint, sawdust, and dreams, but pieces of its future were already peeking through the chaos: the gleam of the glass display case, the chalkboard menu waiting to be written on, the antique bell that would soon ring with every new customer and every new chance. Sunlight streamed through the uncovered front windows, catching motes in the air as omegas rushed between shelves and pallets of ingredients. Laughter bounced off unfinished walls, and the place felt alive, raw but full of possibility. I hadn't realised how badly the pack needed this until now — a place that belonged to the omegas, not just served them. A place where they could create, own, thrive. Mrs Alanna snapped her fingers in front of me. "Focus, Luna. Your daydream face is showing." I bumped her with my hip. "It's called vision, Mrs Alanna. Some of us have it." "Oh, I've got vision," she said, smiling, her eyes glazing over with a faraw