All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Talia's POVMy brows furrowed in surprise.I glanced at him warily before sliding off the bed and crossing the room to the mirror in the corner.He hadn't lied.I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. My hair burned a deeper shade of red, a stark contrast against my pale skin. And my eyes—once green—were no longer green at all.They were white.Not lifeless, not empty, just… powerful. "What...?" I whispered, leaning in slightly. The question was meant more for myself than anyone else.‘Defeating her did that,’ my wolf said calmly.A slow breath left me. ‘You're back.’‘I never left,’ she replied.Sure. I turned from the mirror to face Nicole again. He was still standing where I'd left him, frozen, staring at me like I might vanish if he blinked."How long was I out?" I asked."Uh..." He swallowed hard, “I don’t… you look ethereal.” He admitted instead, like he couldn’t hold it in. A small laugh escaped my lips. “Thank you,” I smiled warmly. “But can you answer the questi

Nicole's POVI shouldn't have been watching.But from the balcony above the training grounds, my eyes stayed locked on her anyway.Talia laughed.The sound almost echoed—soft, surprised, real—and it hit something ugly in my chest. She was standing with Magnus, her posture looser than it had been all morning, her shoulders no longer drawn tight like she was bracing for impact. He'd done something with his hands—magic, probably—and sparks of light curled into the air before dissolving. Simple. Harmless.Enough to make her smile.My fingers curled around the stone railing.Just hours ago, she'd been sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath while I pushed her harder than I ever had. I told myself it was necessary. That if she wanted to stand against Kira, if she wanted to survive what was coming, then weakness wasn't an option. I'd been the one there—counting her breaths, snapping orders, refusing to let her quit even when her legs shook.Now she was laughing with someone else.It shoul

Talia's POV I had a To-do list. Figure out the relic—or try to. Then talk to Nicole, see if he feels better. With that in mind, I headed straight to the library. But stopped in my tracks when I caught a familiar glimpse of blonde hair. Kathrine. She was speaking to someone in front of the library. Of course she'll be at the library. I retracted, going back the way I came. I decided to talk a walk, to stall, to avoid her. I didn't know why I was avoiding her—honestly, I had no reason to. But her eyes, her aura. It unnerved me. I took the longer route through the outer corridor, hoping the quiet would steady me. It didn't. I barely noticed the warrior until he stepped into my path. He was taller than me, broad-shouldered, wearing the crest of this pack like it gave him permission to take up more space than necessary. His gaze dragged over me slowly, deliberately, lingering in a way that made my skin crawl. "Well," he drawled, lips curling. "Didn't think we let strays wa

Nicole's POV'Damien,' I called again, pushing the word into the link, reaching for that familiar mindlink thread. But as expected—nothing.Silence greeted me, cold and final.I exhaled slowly and let my shoulders relax. This was starting to take a physical strain on me. My thoughts drifted, uninvited, to the last time I'd tried this. To Magnus's voice, loud and annoying. It only worked because of Talia.The realization still sat wrong in my chest.If that were true—if her power had been the deciding factor—then it should work again.She was stronger now. Higher in rank. More grounded in whatever she'd become.She should be able to reach him.I pushed to my feet, already turning, already planning to find her—When the air behind me shifted.Heavy, dominant.I closed my eyes in irritation."This is getting old, Mason." I muttered.A low chuckle answered me."Funny," he said from behind. "I was thinking the same thing about your optimism."I didn't turn around.Didn't give him the s

Cassian's POV I'd felt it days ago. The sudden hum of a bond. A connection to someone—or something. It felt like a thread—a tiny but strong thread, one that made my pulse race, that made my wolf claw even harder to break free from whatever cage he was in. It felt familiar, familiar in a way that hurt. I didn't know what it was, didn't know who to ask about it. But somewhere deep down, I knew it had something to do with the woman that plagued my dreams. The red hair, green eyes. I couldn't see her face, I could never. But I saw features. Saw her smile, heard her voice—distorted, caught her flowery scent. I tugged at my hair in frustration. "Who are you," I muttered under my breath. Whatever she was, I needed to figure it out. Needed to get my wolf back before the coronation. A sudden sense of urgency hit me. I slammed the paperwork in my hand down, standing up abruptly. "Babe?" Melissa called, poking her head through the door, concern written on her face. "Is eve