All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I groaned in pain. My head was throbbing, pain shooting up my skull. My eyelids felt heavy, too heavy for me to lift. I tried to gather my bearings. I was tied with a rope to an iron rod, making my back hurt. My head was bent, my neck stiff from being in that position for goodness knows how long.Where was I ? The place smelled like dirt and rot. I groaned again, trying to open my eyes. My eyes flew open when I felt a hard kick to my cheek, snapping my head in the opposite direction. I gasped in pain, the throbbing in my head increasing. "Leave her alone !" I heard Tasha scream from somewhere. She was close by but I couldn't pinpoint where, the pain in my head was too blinding.I snapped my head back in place, my view a man's legs. I was too weak to look up. He crouched down then fisted my hair in his hand, raising my head up to meet his eyes. He had on a crooked smile. Like a trigger, it all came back to me, the house, Tasha, the man. I let out a low growl involuntarily, my wolf a

The ropes finally gave. Tasha collapsed forward into my arms. I hoisted her up as best as I could and threw her arm around my shoulder. We had to move. Now. I half-carried, half-dragged her towards the corridor at the far end of the room—the only direction not teeming with noise and blood. The walls were damp and narrow, the air colder, heavier. Each step echoed, the metallic scent of dried blood and rut filling the air. Behind us, the rogue groaned, starting to stir. Shit. My heart raced faster. We needed to get out before he—or anyone else—got back on their feet. The corridor twisted sharply, leading us to a dead end. Panic clawed at my chest until I spotted it—a rusted metal door at the side, slightly ajar. There. I pushed it open with my shoulder, the hinges screaming. Daylight blinded me for a moment, harsh and brilliant against the dark rot of the building. We stumbled into the outside world—overgrown grass, a chain-link fence in the distance, and beyond that... freedom

I was in the infirmary. My body still ached and my wounds still hadn’t healed, but I was feeling somewhat better. Somewhat. I was currently sitting in bed, clad in a big infirmary dress. The material was thin and almost see-through. I sighed. I thought back to the day before, how Cassian had held me in his arms till we got to the pack. I'd been passed out, but I could feel him, could sense his worry and anger. He was worried. Was he changing? No. There's no way, no way that cruel bastard could change. He tormented me for years. I turned on my side, groaning. Too many thoughts, too many damn thoughts. Cassian. Then Mason. Good lord, Mason. I didn't know what was going on with us, why I felt the way I did. The tingles, did I imagine that ? Could he... Could he be my mate ? No. It's impossible to have two mates. Right ? I groaned again. The door opened and Nicole walked in, worry etched on his face. I rolled my eyes. Great. “Luna," he bowed sl

I was confined in a room for an entire week with no form of communication with the outside world; no body came to visit. Who would even want to ? My mother was a bitch who hated me; Tasha was probably somewhere healing, and Cassian. Cassian. My eyes watered at the thought of him. I hated him; my feelings never changed, so why ? Why did it hurt so badly to know I was just a pawn ? I wiped my eyes angrily. They'd be here any moment to take me away, to face their stupid damn test. I have to stay strong; I can't let them see just how much of a weakling I was. I can't falter. My mother would laugh, and Kira and Nicole. I clenched my fists. The door creaked open, flooding the dim room with light. I flinched at first, my eyes stinging from days of shadows, but I didn't move from the edge of the bed where I sat, arms wrapped tightly around myself. I was still in the thin infirmary dress. Nicole stepped in, his expression carefully blank. He bowed slightly, avoiding eye contact."Luna."Th

What is this ? My heart thundered, fear gripping me tightly. The thorns pulsed, alive, their tips gleaming with droplets of poison that hissed when they hit the stone floor. No way in hell. I spun around, ready to leave when a voice called out to me, stopping me in my tracks. It sounded familiar yet I couldn't place my finger on it. I turned back around, staring at the path. "Come to me," a voice whispered. I frowned. "Come on,". It urged gently. The voice was alluring, tempting. My heart beat slowed and a sudden calm washed over me, my fears gone, forgotten. My ears perked up at the sound of the whispers. It was soothing, like a mother's lullaby. A mother. "Mum?" I called out. My eyes glassy. "Mum?" I stepped in, lost in a trance, a trance to find my mother. "Come on," it called out and I went deeper, letting the voice lead me. A smile graced my lips, my heart feeling with an unfamiliar warmth. I giggled. And then, I hissed. A thorn cut my skin, snapping me out of the trance. I