All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Cassian’s POV Everything clicked. The memories slammed into me. Not as fragments this time—but whole, complete. Like a broken recorder suddenly forcing pieces back into place at once.Our first kiss, the first time I saw her in those woods after years apart, the way she had looked at me when she’d confessed her love, the fear in her eyes when I’d stupidly brushed iff her worries. All our arguments.Our happiness.Every moment she challenged me. Our grief.Everything came rushing back with brutal force.I’d lost her. I’d lost her to the council, to Kira. To my own weakness.A roar tore through my chest as my wolf surged forward violently, finally breaking through the cage he had been trapped in for so long.The ground beneath me shook in response, the trees shook, the air thickened—like the earth itself could sense my grief, anger and pain all at once. Like it could sense my thirst for blood and hunger for vengeance. My entire body vibrated as pure, undiluted rage spread thro

Nicole’s POVI stared out the window. “Still waiting there?” Mason asked from behind me. I turned slightly, offering him a small smile. A smile I’m sure didn’t reach my eyes.He sighed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. “You barely leave the room,” he whispered, coming up behind me. “I’m worried about you.”His hand came up to my bare back, at the spot where I’d been stabbed. I was fully healed now, but the poison had made it scar. A scar I’ll carry for the rest of my life. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”“That’s good,” he mumbled. “But I wasn’t talking about the injury, and you know it.”I sighed, already knowing where this was heading.“They’ll be fine,” he reassured.“It’s been two days,” my voice cracked. “She needs to eat, she needs—”“She’s with her mate,” Mason cut in gently. “If anyone’s going to look after her properly, then it’s him.”Still. I had seen the desperation on his face before he had marked her, had heard her heartbeat slowly weaken. What if—A l

Talia’s POVThe stretch was exquisite—almost too much, yet exactly what I needed. We both cried out, the bond singing between us as he filled me completely. For a second we stayed like that, joined as deeply as two beings could be, trembling with the intensity of it.Then he started moving. It was slow at first, giving me a moment to get used to the fullness again. After so long without him, my body had almost forgotten what it was like to be filled up. But the slow pace wasn’t enough for me. My wolf clawed harder. “Cass,’ I gasped, “more.”That one word was all it took. I could see the moment his restraint snapped, and he pulled out, almost completely. Then plunged in.Hard. Deep.A scream tore out of my throat, my hands coming up to his back, my nails digging into his skin.His pace was relentless.Each thrust slammed into me with the force of a man who had almost lost everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. My nai

Cassian’s POV“So Mason, huh?”Nicole’s head snapped up, uncertainty flickering across his face.“Yeah,” he mumbled almost sheepishly. “I know he’s your nemesis and all, but—”I crossed my arms, leaning against the kitchen wall.Talia was still asleep—after I’d thoroughly worn her out last night—so I’d taken the opportunity to talk to Nicole.My best friend.“It doesn’t matter what he is to me,” I shrugged. “What matters is what he is to you.”His eyes widened slightly.“Does he make you happy?”Silence stretched between us.Nicole’s expression shifted slowly—surprise, longing, relief, happiness.Then finally—Something softer.Something almost sad.My chest tightened painfully.“Yeah,” he whispered. “He does.”I nodded once, an unfamiliar ache settling in my chest.We both knew what that meant.I wanted to argue. Wanted to convince him not to leave.Wanted to selfishly ask him to stay.But I couldn’t.Not when the heaviness that had haunted him for months was finally gone.Not when h

Talia's POV FIVE YEARS LATER The house was loud. Not the kind of loud that came with danger or panic, the kind that came with chaos, children, and one absolutely unhinged uncle. I leaned against the kitchen doorway, pinching the bridge of my nose as a high-pitched shriek echoed through the hall. "MILO! TELL THEM TO LEAVE MY WOLF PLUSHIE ALONE!" That was Rowan, my son. One half of the twins. He was wild like fire, sharp like a blade and stubborn like... well, me. "No!" his sister Aria snapped back. "It's mine now! You said I could hold it!" "I SAID YOU COULD HOLD IT, NOT KIDNAP IT!" Before I could intervene, Nicole popped out from behind the couch holding a tray of cookies and wearing a ridiculous apron. "Children!" he announced dramatically. "You must learn the ways of negotiation. Aria, demand concessions. Rowan, threaten war. This is very simple." "Nicole," I groaned, "stop encouraging them." "Encouraging?" Nicole gasped, fake-offended."I'm educating them. These are val