All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Nicole’s POV Whatever Alpha-male spell I’d been under shattered the second I heard her name. It was like someone punched the air out of my lungs. I pushed off the wall before I could think, instinct taking over. “Where is she?” Magnus didn’t answer. His jaw tightened instead, eyes flicking toward Mason—as if he needed permission to breathe. That alone told me everything was bad. I didn’t wait for approval. I brushed past him, following the lingering trail of her scent down the hallway. My heart hammered in my chest, palms damp, head spinning with too many questions that I didn’t have the strength to face the answers to. Why was she here? What happened to Cassian? What the hell happened to the Pack? Reality slammed into me so hard I nearly stumbled. I rounded the corner— And stopped breathing. She stood there between two guards like a criminal being escorted to execution, their hands tight on her arms as if she were something dangerous. As if she wasn’t the Luna who once he

Talia’s POV It’s been three days since I ran from my pack. Three days since the council erased me like I never existed. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, waiting to see… something. A crack, a change, proof that I’m different now. But I look the same—just tired. Bone-deep tired. The kind of tired that sleep doesn’t heal. ‘I miss my mate,’ my wolf whispered, her voice raw and small. My chest tightened. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. If I think about him too long, I’ll break again—and I don’t have time to fall apart anymore. Three days. That’s all I gave myself to rest, to breathe, to grieve the life that was stolen from me, to grieve the man that was stolen from me. Now, it’s time to move. If I’m going to take back my place as Luna—my place beside him—then I need to understand what’s inside me. My power. The thing the council fears. I’ve watched it, I’ve felt it. It always demands something from me. Last time, I’d completely lost consciousness. It drains my energy. And now

Talia's POV I was both intrigued and disinterested. "Huh," I muttered, pretending to go back to my book. What book was this again? "You felt it earlier, didn't you?" She asked. Her tone wasn't casual anymore. I glanced up slowly. "Felt what?" "That ripple," she said, her voice dropping lower... like she was saying something forbidden. "Like magic." My grip tightened around the book. The air shifted between us—heavy again, but this time it was deliberate. Like she'd intentionally entered forbidden territory just to get a reaction. Now thinking about it, her aura was off… almost incomplete. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. Her red eyes held mine—unblinking, unimpressed. A faint smirk tugged at her lips. "You're terrible at lying." I stiffened. She leaned back in her chair with an air of lazy royalty, crossing her legs and resting her chin on the back of her knuckles as she studied me—like a puzzle she fully intended to solve. "Magic leaves fingerprints," s

Nicole’s POVThe office was silent, broken by the sound of my racing heart. Silence. That was the first thing that hit me after Mason said those words. Not relief, not gratitude, just a heavy, suffocating silence sitting in my chest. I should feel relief, excitement, anything. But I didn’t. I stared at him because I didn’t know what else to do. My brain refused to catch up. My wolf shifted anxiously under my skin, pushing forward like it wanted to get closer to him—stupid, reckless thing.Mason stood there, with an expression I couldn’t read but his eyes—they burned with fierce determination and something else, something I didn’t want to name.“I meant what I said,” he added quietly, like the room wasn’t already spinning for me. “I’m not giving you up. Not to Serena. Not to anyone.”My jaw tightened. “You’re insane.”His brow arched slightly. “Possibly.”“You’re talking about provoking Serena,” I snapped. “You’re talking about war. Blood. Wolves dying. Packs burning. And you’re sa

Talia's POVI brushed my hands on my dress, getting up to head back to the library when my door was pushed open. Mason strolled in, confident as ever. He didn't knock or ask if he should come in, he just did. I ignored him, brushing past him. His hand—hesitant at first—shot out and grabbed my arm, grounding me. I expected that low, familiar thrum of whatever bond we had—but there was nothing. It felt like a regular person had grabbed me. "Cassian really won, huh?" He commented, also taking notice of the silence. I yanked my arm away with an ache in my chest. Yeah, he won alright, just that Kira had taken him from me."Don't," I warned, not at all in the mood for his antics. "Relax," he shrugged, strolling further and settling on my bed. "I'm here to offer my expertise in your powers in exchange for you wiping off that scowl on your face.”I studied him warily, wondering if he was bipolar. "Is this your way of apologising?""No. I'm not apologising, I'm simply offering a deal y