Semua Bab Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me : Bab 11 - Bab 14

I dragged my bags down the stairs, every thud of the wheels on the steps echoing like a slow drumbeat of defeat. My arms ached from the weight of the suitcase. My eyes burned, but the tears had dried up. I had nothing left to cry. No anger, no sadness. Just that cold, hollow silence that comes after the storm. Cassian was waiting by the front door, arms crossed, looking every bit the smug Alpha who got his way. I didn't spare him a glance, just completely ignored him. "Ready?" he asked, like this was a vacation. This was hell. I didn't respond. I pushed the door open, dragging my bag out like it carried the weight of my defeat. The black SUV idled in the driveway, sleek and ominous. A driver stood by, eyeing me with careful neutrality, as if he wasn't sure whether to bow or pretend I didn't exist. As if deciding, he bowed. Cassian came up behind me. "I said—" "I heard you," I muttered, cutting him off as I walked straight to the car. The driver opened the door and I slid

I hated shopping. Correction: I hated being forced to shop with two minions that made my life miserable. The boutique was obnoxiously luxurious, with marble floors, gold-accented mirrors, and racks upon racks of designer clothes that probably cost more than most wolves made in a month. Everything about it screamed elegance and wealth. Show-offs. "Alpha Cassian sent us ahead," Nicole told the sales assistant at the door, who immediately bowed and welcomed us in with a tight smile and too much enthusiasm. Kira strutted in like she owned the place, heels clacking, hips swaying, and eyes already scanning for the most expensive thing she couldn't afford. I followed after them, dragging my feet and trying not to look like a hostage. Because that's exactly what I was. A hostage. "This is where the Luna shops," Kira mocked with a smirk, her voice a little too loud. "Not some dusty thrift store in Rome." I ignored her, walking straight to the back where the racks were less flashy