All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Talia's POV My hair whipped violently around my face as the wind blew through the streets. The sky was dark—in an unnatural way. Not the soft, familiar darkness of night, but a heavy one, like something had draped a veil over the moon, plunging the pack into darkness. I swallowed, my heart lodged painfully in my throat as adrenaline surged through me. That low hum stirred again beneath my skin—the one I'd learned to recognise, the one tangled deep in my bones and blood. My power. It was restless, awake. Something was wrong. Really wrong. I needed Cassian. I spun around. The pack house loomed ahead of me, tall and imposing. I'd passed through its doors countless times without a second thought, but now... now it felt different. With the darkened moon hanging behind it, the structure looked less like a home, like something I couldn’t recognise. A shiver ran down my spine. "Cass?" I called, my voice swallowed almost instantly by the wind. Silence answered me. I

Talia's POV I woke with only one goal. To find out what exactly I'd seen the night before—and what it meant. A glowing hourglass. The image clung to me, sharp and vivid, like it had been burned into the back of my eyes. It made no sense. And that alone made it dangerous. And my wolf’s warning, meeting her. It was odd, impossible, but it had happened. And I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Time was running out. I stepped into the pack house, bracing myself for the usual—whispers mixed with contempt, stares heavy with judgment. I got the stares, yes, and the whispers too. But they were... different. No sneers. No open hostility. Instead, I got fear. It prickled against my skin, followed me down the halls like a second shadow. Wolves stiffened as I passed. Conversations died abruptly. A few omegas averted their eyes altogether, as though looking at me too long might invite something awful. What the hell was going on? I kept my chin lifted and my pace steady, refusing to

Talia’s POV I stormed into Cassian’s office, Damien hot on my heels. Cassian’s eyes snapped to mine instantly, widening just a fraction at the state I was in. He could feel it through the bond—feel the rage boiling under my skin, the power still humming like a live wire. His gaze dropped to my hands. Blood stained my fingers, dark and crimson where my claws had slipped free. For a heartbeat, I waited. For him to move, for him rush to me, to ask if I was hurt, to care. Instead, he leaned back against his desk. Casually. By the time his eyes lifted back to my face, the warmth I’d grown used to was gone. No concern. No worry. Just something distant. Something cold, controlled. It hit me like a physical blow. I took a step back without meaning to, my chest tightening painfully, my breath catching on something sharp and ugly. He didn’t care. My wolf stirred uneasily, whimpering low in my head. ‘I told you,’ she whispered. ‘He’s pulled away.’ His wolf had too. I

Cassian’s POV Talia. That was the only thing in my head. The only thing that mattered. Talia. Talia. Talia. I repeated her name like a mantra, like a prayer—something solid to cling to while everything else slipped and warped and tried to pull me off course. Every step I took felt like walking through resistance, like the air itself was trying to slow me down. “Cassian…” Melissa’s hand wrapped around my arm, gentle, tentative. Her eyes were wide, worried—too close, too familiar. I didn’t slow. I didn’t look at her. The growl tore out of my chest before I could stop it—low, lethal, vibrating with Alpha authority. It filled the corridor, sharp enough to make nearby warriors stiffen. Melissa recoiled instantly, her hand dropping as she took a step back, fear flashing across her face. Good. I didn’t have room for her. Not now. Not ever. I had one goal. I shoved through the front doors and into the sun, cold air slamming into me. The wind cut sharp, carrying

Talia’s POV I lay on my back, staring up at the white ceiling, counting the tiny cracks like they might rearrange themselves into answers if I looked long enough. They didn’t. Instead, my mind replayed the argument with Cassian on a cruel loop—the words he’d chosen, the distance in his voice, the way his eyes had gone cold like he was already somewhere else. It hurt. Hurt in a way that sank past skin and bone and lodged itself deep in my chest, where my wolf paced restlessly, whining. ‘You need to bond with him,’ she whispered again, softer this time. Worried. “How?” The helplessness slipped out of me before I could stop it. I could face the council. I could face Kira. I could face an entire pack that suddenly hated me. But this—this slow, quiet withdrawal from my mate—this terrified me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I’d felt him earlier, that spike of desperation leaking through the bond like a crack in a dam. He’d tried to reach me, to speak, to explain. I’d shut him out. I wasn’