Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Nicole’s POV We walked for what felt like hours. The forest blurred into an endless stretch of trees and shadows, my legs aching, my patience wearing thin. I glanced at my companion for what had to be the hundredth time that night. “You said you knew the way?” I asked. It came out sharper than I intended—more accusation than question. He didn’t even slow down. Just shrugged, hands buried in his jacket like this was a casual midnight stroll and not a desperate escape. “I know a way.” I scoffed. “That’s not what you said.” He shot me a sideways look but kept moving. “You’re still alive, aren’t you?” “We’ve been at this for too long,” I snapped, finally stopping. My boots crunched against dried leaves. “You know where I’m from” he opened his mouth to deny it but I wasn’t having it. “Don’t even bother with the denial. How long until we reach the pack?” He stopped too. Turned fully this time, his eyes dark, calculating. There was a pause, a pause too long. “How long,” I repeated,

Talia's POV The room was cold, bare, lifeless. I sat on the stone floor with my back against the wall, my head pounding, my throat raw, my body drained in a way that went deeper than exhaustion. It felt like something had been ripped out of me and left to bleed. I'd been dragged here like a criminal. I could still see it—feel it. The way their hands clamped around my arms roughly. Could still hear the murmurs that followed us down the corridor. Could see the curiosity, the judgment, the satisfaction. The council hadn't even tried to hide it. And Melissa... goddess, the victory on her face had been worse than the shackles they hadn't bothered using. She'd watched like this was something she'd waited for. I'd kept my chin up. Shoulders squared. Even when my chest tightened until each breath burned. Even when my limbs trembled with every step, my wolf whimpering quietly in the back of my mind, confused and hurting. I hadn't given them the satisfaction of seeing me break. But now,

I had to survive this trial no matter what. Mrs Alanna said they were hoping for exile or execution. I couldn’t let that happen. “Proceed with the trial then.” I ordered, my voice deathly calm. “Since you won’t provide my mate, then get to it.” The guards beside me stiffened, one of the elders—lady Vérin I think—growled lowly, insulted by my order. Good. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight or dignity. “Natalia, daughter of the late Beta,” Vérin began. “You stand accused of impersonating the Luna.” My wolf stirred at the mention of my father, but I didn’t give them the reaction they hoped for. The air was heavy, thick with anticipation and something uglier—hunger. “Impersonating?” I arched a brow. “That’s new.” The game plan was simple. Control my wolf and my powers, argue my case, get to Cassian. “You claim a bond you do not rightfully hold,” Jarek added smoothly. “You influence the Alpha in ways that have endangered the pack.” I let out a quiet brea

Talia’s POV “No,” I whispered, my eyes widening as the weight of their words crashed into me. “You can’t do that.” The arena was death still, silent—my heavy breathing the only sound. “Oh?” Elder Vérin smirked, leaning back in his seat as though this were entertainment. “And who, exactly, is going to stop us?” “It’s against Pack law,” I said, forcing my voice to steady even as my chest burned. “You don’t have the authority to sentence a Luna to death. Only the Alpha does.” A ripple moved through the crowd. Uncertainty. Doubt. Good. Whatever spell Kira had on them was evidently wavering. “You overstep,” I continued, lifting my chin. “Even if you claim I’m an imposter, you cannot execute a pack member without Alpha consent. Exile, yes. Confinement, yes. But death?” I shook my head. “That power does not belong to you.” For a brief moment, I thought I’d struck something real. Then Elara laughed. The sound was soft, amused. “How admirable,” she said. “Quoting law as

Talia's POV I groaned lowly. My head throbbed. My body felt heavy—too heavy to move. Where was I? As if summoned, the memories came crashing—hard and painful. Cassian. The trial. My loss of control. I jerked upright, glancing around. I was on a bed—my bed. This place, these walls—it was familiar, familiar in a way that tugged at my heart. I was in my room. My childhood room. How— The door creaked open, snapping my attention to it. I hoped for Cassian, expected my mother, but I didn't expect— "Alpha Black." He didn't smile, didn't react. He simply walked in, his presence filling the space with that familiar air of authority he carried. My mother trailed behind him. She didn't look put together as she always did, her hair wasn't in its regular ponytail, her skin wasn't as radiant as it usually was, she didn't have makeup on. She looked... normal, real. Her green eyes locked onto me. I didn't see the usual contempt or disappointment in them. For the first time,