All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Nicole's POVIf anyone had told me I'd be lurking around my friend's room—jaw clenched, an emotion that felt far too much like jealousy curling in my chest—I would've laughed in their face.Yet here I was, doing the walk of shame to... wherever, after watching Mason leave Talia's room.Of course, he'd go seek her out.They did have a thing once.I wondered what they talked about—whether it had anything to do with our current situation or if he was making a move on her again.My chest constricted at the thought.I rounded a corner and nearly collided with... Magnus.He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as if he'd been waiting. His sharp grey—almost white—eyes were fixed on me, lazy and assessing.There was something about him. An aura that made a shiver crawl up my spine, whether I wanted it to or not. "You," I said, breaking the silence. I hadn't seen him since the day Talia arrived—and honestly, I hadn't missed him. While I was grateful for the prison break, I didn’t care fo

Nicole's POV My wolf perked up—the way he always reacted to him. Stupid damn wolf, acting like a bitch in heat. "Mason," I greeted coolly. He didn't answer. He moved. Long, powerful strides closed the distance between us until he was right in front of me, his hand clamping around my arm. His grip was steel—unyielding—as he yanked me along, dragging me down the hallway and into his office. I didn't fight him, I didn't have the energy to. He finally released me once we were inside, slamming the door shut behind us with enough force to rattle the shelves. A thick, heavy silence settled between us. His scent hit me then, strong and unmistakable—alpha, power, possession. His aura pressed in on me from all sides, making my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. "What the fuck, Mason?" I asked calmly, even though my pulse had started racing. His jaw clenched harder. I honestly wondered how his teeth hadn't shattered already. "You," he said finally, voice low and dangerous, "have

Talia’s POV “I’ve got you. I’ll protect you—no matter what.” Cassian’s promise echoed in my head. I bit my lip. It was pointless to dwell on it. Broken promises had a way of rotting when you held onto them too long. I missed him, more than anything. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, to hear those comforting words from him again, but I couldn’t have that. Because he was taken from me. I didn’t even know where he was, or if he was okay. I could only hope and fight. So here I stood, on the training fields with longing in my heart and fire in my veins. I’ll work hard, I’ll take back what was stolen from me. Mason’s training field was small—smaller than the one back at the pack. Warriors sparred in one corner, the thud of bodies and the crack of bones filling the air, while a group of teenagers hovered at the other end, wide-eyed and whispering amongst themselves. It was… intimate. Too intimate. “You made it.” Mason’s voice pulled my attention to him. He leaned

Nicole's POV I watched her chest rise and fall—the only indication she was still alive.She'd been washed, her dirty clothes discarded, the flesh scrubbed from beneath her nails, the blood cleaned from her chest.Her wounds had healed—with lightning speed.Yet she still lay unconscious.I gently pressed a finger to her pale skin.Cold.Bone-chilling ice that made me want to recoil. It's been twenty hours since she'd passed out. I could still recall how broken she'd looked battling with herself, could recall the fear and anger in the air. "She's fine," Mason's voice came from behind me, cutting through my thoughts. I turned to face him. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his body leaning casually against the wall. He looked relaxed—far too relaxed for someone who had put her in this state."You did this," I accused."No," he corrected calmly. "Her powers did."Anger flared, hot and sharp in my veins."You pushed her! That's all you've done since she got here—provoke her, dig a

Talia’s POVShe smiled, and took a step closer, the void bending toward her. Cassian disappeared, the room did too, and we were back to that emptiness. I was standing before her again, broken. I’d tried to outrun her, to run from myself but I couldn’t. The truth stayed glaring at me—she did."I'm your anger," she stated simply. "Your grief. Your humiliation. The part of you that remembers every scream, every betrayal, every moment they took something from you and called it justice."My knees weakened. "And I can make it stop," she continued, opening her arms. "You don't have to fight anymore, Talia. You don't have to be strong. You can rest."Tears burned my eyes.Rest.The word wrapped around my heart like a promise.Her obsidian pools pulled me in, tempting me with the promise of peace. What could I have to lose? If I gave in, I’d be free from the weight of everything. I wouldn’t have to prove myself to the pack, I wouldn’t have to fight myself for control. I’ll be free. My fee