All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

The car ride to the summit was silent. Cassian sat beside me in a black tuxedo, his eyes focused on the window, while Nicole sat with the driver at the front, fidgeting with his hands. The summit was held in a neighbouring pack. The ten great packs took turns hosting it. I'd attended once, with my father before he died, as the daughter of the Beta. Now I rode in silence with my mate, the Alpha, as the Luna. It would've felt good if it was anyone but Cassian. "We're here," Nicole announced, leaning forward in his seat. About damn time. It was getting really annoying sitting in tense silence. The house was two stories tall, unlike Cassian’s; this house wasn't anything lavish. The house was a towering Victorian beauty, all charm and mystery wrapped in wood and brown shiny paint. Its steep gabled roof cut sharply into the sky, and ornate trim curled like lace along the edges of the porch. Bay windows jutted, their glass panes catching the moonlight in quiet glints. Vines curle

My eyes didn't move from Cassian all night. I watched him converse with the other Alphas, his posture tense and alert. He had one hand tucked in his pocket, his other hand playing with his finger. It was subtle, but I noticed it. He didn't glance at me for once. "I'm going to get something to eat," Nicole spoke from beside me. “Want anything?" I shifted my gaze to his, my annoyance unconcealed. “No, Nicole." He nodded, frowning slightly but said nothing. No matter how kind he was to me, I'd never forgive him for high school. I heard a low chuckle from behind me, one that made my skin tingle. My breathing hitched and I sat up straighter, alert. What is this?The chair beside me scraped and I felt a presence, one that sent chills down my spine. The aura screamed danger, yelling at me to run in the opposite direction and at the same time, something in me was drawn towards it. "You're feisty," he sounded amused. I glanced up at him and good lord. He had a small smirk on his lips, hi

“Cassian," I moaned into his lips, fisting his shirt. His lips were hungry, possessive. It wasn't anything sweet or innocent; it was a reminder, a reminder of who I belonged to. He pressed me against the door, his body flush against mine, like even an inch of distance would be too much. His hands roamed my waist, gripping tightly like he could anchor himself to me. Shit. I felt my legs begin to shake, the pressure of his touch unraveling whatever strength I had left. His mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me gasp. I felt his canines protrude, his wolf tempted to lay his mark. I wanted to move away, but I couldn’t; my body wouldn't move, my mind clouded with lust. "Say it," he growled against my throat, his voice low and rough, vibrating against my skin. "Say who you belong to." I squeezed my eyes shut, breath catching in my throat. My body was trembling, and not just from desire. From the weight of it. From how real he made everything feel. From ho