Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Cassian’s POVI woke before dawn.The room was still, wrapped in that fragile hour between night and morning when the world seemed to hold its breath. Pale light crept through the curtains, painting everything in muted silver and blue. For a moment, I lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the house settling, to the distant rustle of leaves outside the window.And to her.Talia slept beside me, curled slightly on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek, the other resting between us as if even in sleep she needed to know I was there. Her breathing was slow and even, her face softened in a way the world rarely allowed her to be.I didn't move.I just watched.There was something dangerously intimate about seeing her like this—unguarded, unarmoured, no expectations pressing down on her shoulders. No council. No threats. No pack watching her every move. Just Talia. My mate.My Luna.The bond between us was quiet now, no sharp emotions, no tension, just a steady warmth that settled dee

Cassian's POVI could practically feel the excitement radiating off her as she got ready.It hummed through the bond—bright, warm, almost giddy—so different from the careful restraint she usually carried. It made my chest tighten in a way that was both satisfying and dangerous. Seeing her like this, anticipating something so simple, reminded me how little of her life truly belonged to her anymore.She emerged from the bedroom a moment later, pulling on her jacket, eyes glowing with that unmistakable spark."Well?" she asked, spinning once. "Do I pass inspection, Alpha?"I snorted. "Barely."She laughed, the sound easing something tight in my chest, and crossed the room to lace her fingers through mine. That small gesture—casual, unguarded—felt heavier than any oath.We stepped outside together, the morning air crisp and clean. The house was quiet. It's been that way since my father left. But for the first time, it didn’t seem so bad. I let myself imagine this being normal—just us head

Talia’s POVA damn date.We were supposed to be on a damn date, and instead I was wandering the streets like a ghost, angry, hurt, and vibrating with emotions I couldn't seem to cage.Her words replayed in my head on a vicious loop.“You told me only the Luna had the right to touch you. Guess I overstepped.”My jaw clenched.She touched him.She fucking touched my mate.The bond buzzed restlessly, not sharp enough to be pain, not calm enough to be ignored. Just there. Constant. Like my heart was trying to claw its way out of my chest.I'd known she was bad news. From the very first moment I saw her hovering around Amanda—eyes too sharp, smiles too practiced, ambition dripping off her like perfume. Power-hungry. Desperate. Dangerous.I scoffed, wiping angrily at my eyes when I realised they were burning.Get it together.But my body didn't seem interested in listening.One moment, I wanted to scream. The next, I wanted to cry. Then scream again. Then march back to the pack house and de

Talia’s POV Everything went silent. The sound of tools clattering. Voices murmuring. Even the wind seemed to still. I felt frozen—rooted to the pavement, shock flooding my veins so fast I could barely breathe. “Tasha?” I echoed faintly. Amanda’s eyes glimmered. “Your twin sister.” Pain slammed into my chest like a physical blow. I hadn’t heard that name in a while. My vision blurred, memories rising unbidden—hiking in the woods, confessions, a knife, blood. A body in my arms—her body. No. “Where is she?” Amanda asked suddenly, her tone sharp beneath the sweetness. “You were with her last. So where is she, Talia? She died suddenly. How?” I couldn’t speak. Around us, movement picked up. Doors opened. Omegas stepped outside, curiosity turning into concern as they took in the scene—the raised voices, Amanda’s accusatory stance, my frozen silence. Damien appeared beside me, tension rolling off him in waves. “That’s enough,” he said firmly, stepping between us.

Talia's POVI woke to the sound of movements. It was subtle, quiet, yet I caught it. I'd gotten accustomed to waking up early—thanks to Mrs Alanna—but it annoyed me still. My eyes opened slowly, the room still dim with early morning light. Grey slithered through the curtains, casting long shadows on the wall. For a moment, I thought I'd imagined it until I focused. Cassian stood near the dresser, already dressed. Boots on, shirt buttoned, hair pulled back neatly, like he'd been awake for a while. Like he was leaving. I felt a pang of disappointment. I didn't say anything, just watched him from the bed, my head still heavy on the pillow, the sheets warm around me. The bond between us hummed low, not agitated—just... aware. He knew I was awake. He always did.Cassian paused mid-motion, his hand hovering near his jacket.I felt it then—the shift. The subtle tightening of the bond as my disappointment leaked through despite my silence.He exhaled slowly and turned."I didn't want to