All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Talia's POV I stepped out of the council room, every muscle in my body buzzing from adrenaline. The kind that makes your limbs feel both weightless and wired at the same time. Every step I took down the hall felt like a statement—like I was claiming back the air after being poked and prodded by a bunch of decrepit old wolves with opinions about my life they didn't earn. Cassian needed to hear this. To hear how well I’d handled myself. To hear every insult, every ridiculous claim that I was a liability to him, to hear just how desperate they were to remove me. He'd been gone for hours, and I was ready to unload, to let him see exactly how stupidly proud I could be. I rounded a corner, thinking I could make it to him in one uninterrupted march when... oh, of course, the universe couldn't be that kind. Melissa. The woman appeared out of nowhere like a shadow you didn't want to see, lounging against the wall like she owned the hallway. That infuriating smirk of hers, like she'd jus

Talia's POVGuards poured in behind him, boots thudding against the infirmary floor, their attention locked on one person.Lena.The other omegas shrank back instinctively, fear rolling off them as Cassian's aura filled the room—heavy, lethal, unmistakably Alpha. It pressed down on all of us, sharp enough to make breathing feel like a chore.Two guards seized Lena, wrenching her arms behind her back. She didn't struggle. Didn't scream. She just stood there, stiff, her wide, hateful eyes never leaving my face.The sting at the back of my eyes burned—hot, sharp—but I refused it, I refused the tears. I swallowed hard, lifted my chin, and met her stare with one just as steady.She had every reason to be angry. Every reason to hate me.But she had no right to touch me."Lock her up," Cassian ordered, his voice cold, final.The guards jerked her forward, rough hands dragging her toward the door—The guards tugged at her roughly, hauling her toward the exit.That was when the panic hit.I gl

Nicole's POV The Dawnveil Pack was as imposing as ever. Tall buildings painted in dark colors, skittish—unwelcoming—members, guards who looked like they'd forgotten how to blink. No wonder the Alpha heir had snapped and run mad. The SUV rolled to a stop in front of the pack house. The building rose high and sharp, overly luxurious in a way that felt performative. It was all cold marble, dark glass. And somehow... empty. Too empty. I stepped out, boots crunching softly against gravel, and lifted my gaze to the sky. It was grey, flat, heavy. Winter was creeping in—I felt it in the way the wind cut through my jacket and settled in my bones. The cold wasn't the only thing riding the air. There was something else. An undercurrent. Low. Eerie. Like the pack itself was holding its breath. Something was off about this place. Very off. I was escorted—dragged, really—through a maze of dull corridors. No warmth. No chatter. No scent of home. Just stone and silence and the faint

Talia's POV Word spread around. I'd gone from the Luna the omegas loved and respected to the Luna everyone hated. The Luna responsible for her twin's death. The Luna who created and sabotaged the bakery. The Luna who controlled the Alpha. That one made me laugh sometimes. Bitterly. Even the rumors about my powers—ones Cassian and Nicole had tried really hard to suffocate—had started to crawl out of the cracks. They were still just rumors, whispered with wide eyes because they sounded too absurd to be real. But absurd had never stopped fear. And the council? They were definitely working overtime to turn that fear into certainty. I could just imagine them, excited about how much things have gone to shit. Nicole was out hunting Kira. Cassian was drowning in damage control. Mrs. Alanna was probably occupied with her bald lover she was hell bent on keeping a secret. Everyone had something. Except me. Everything had gone to shit—and somewhere along the line, I'd become unbearabl

Nicole’s POV I didn’t trust silence. Not the kind that sat heavy in your ears, not the kind that followed you down hallways that were too clean, too empty, too curated. The Dawnveil Pack house had that kind of silence—the kind that felt rehearsed. Three days. Three days of hitting walls made of polite nods and clipped answers. Three days of “we’ll get back to you,” of guards suddenly remembering they were late for patrols, of elders who pretended they hadn’t heard my questions. And Alpha Serena? She watched me like I was a loose thread she hadn’t decided whether to pull. I stood at the tall arched window of the guest wing, arms crossed, staring down at the training field below. Warriors moved in rigid patterns, their movements precise but joyless. No laughter. No casual banter. Just obedience. A pack without warmth was a pack rotting from the inside. That much I knew. The wind howled, cold and sharp, tugging at the edges of my coat. Winter was no longer approaching