Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The ground split beneath me as the beast thundered forward, thorns snapping and grinding under its weight. Its maw opened wide, silver fire spilling from its jagged teeth. My chest tightened—not from fear, but from the suffocating pressure of its presence.Or both.I rolled aside as its claws swiped the air, ripping the ground where I had been standing to ribbons. Dust and shards of thorn filled my lungs. I staggered back to my feet, cloak dragging, every nerve screaming.It was fast and strong.I had no weapon. Nothing but my hands, my blood, my will. I would survive.I didn’t feel fear or panic. I was numb. The only emotion that coursed through my veins was determination—determination to survive, to see this through.The wolf turned its head toward me, eyes locking with mine. Cold. Piercing. As if it could see everything I tried to bury—my fear, my grief, my anger.It lunged again, faster this time.I braced.When its claw struck, I caught it with both hands. The impact sent me skid

The first thing I became aware of was the sterile sting of herbs in the air. My eyelids felt like stone, heavy and resistant, but I forced them open to the blur of white walls and muted sunlight bleeding through thin curtains.I was alive.A sharp ache rippled through my chest at the memory of thorns shredding my skin, of shadows whispering lies in the labyrinth. My hand twitched towards the spot over my sternum, and I felt the raised welt of the mark — the crescent moon entwined with thorns. The proof that I had survived a nightmare. I shifted, groaning as pain flared down my side. That's when I noticed him.Cassian.He stood by the window, tall, broad-shouldered, still in the same blood-streaked clothes from the arena. His arms were crossed, his posture a wall of steel. He wasn't looking at me, but I knew he'd felt me stir — the way his shoulders tightened, the subtle twitch in his jaw."What are you doing here?" My voice came out raw, scraped thin, but I refused to let it tremble.

The dining hall of the pack house shimmered like it belonged in a magazine spread. Glass chandeliers dripped light across long oak tables, the walls lined with sleek portraits of past Alphas and Lunas. Silverware gleamed. Servers moved with quiet precision.Everything was curated to scream power.And yet, as I stepped inside, it all felt suffocating.Every head turned. Conversations dulled to whispers. I heard the words they didn't bother to lower their voices for—Luna. Survivor. Trial. The bond. Nicole was a step behind me, sharp in his black suit, every inch the loyal Beta. But Cassian... he was already there. Standing at the head of the table, framed by light, his navy suit tailored to perfection, exuding that same steady authority that made wolves follow without hesitation.And then his eyes found mine.The air shifted, heavy with that stubborn, unyielding pull I couldn't seem to escape. His gaze lingered just long enough to remind me—whether I wanted him or not, whether I truste

The morning after the feast always felt heavier. Too much wine, too many hollow congratulations, and the faint stench of smoke from the bonfire clinging to my jacket. I woke before dawn anyway, restless, my body tuned to duty no matter how little sleep I got. But today, the restlessness wasn't from the pack.It was her.Talia.I told myself I went to check on her last night out of responsibility. She'd left the feast early, claiming a headache, and though I'd seen through the excuse, I let her go. Still, something nagged at me. Hours later, when the laughter had dulled and my head felt clearer, I found myself walking towards her door.I didn't knock.I'd stopped just short, leaning against the wall, listening. I hadn't meant to, but her voice carried—ragged, broken. My chest tightened as I heard her sobbing, words fractured between gasps. She wasn't talking to me, but to her sister. That much was obvious.It wasn't the crying that cut me open. It was the words."They went too far, the

"What are we going to do about him? Alpha Mason?" Nicole asked from behind me. My fist tightened around the railing, my hands aching from the force. But the ache was nothing compared to the memory that kept clawing its way back, memories Nicole's words brought back. The afternoon she was taken.I hadn't cared about pride, about the council's disapproval, or even about the ancient grudges between packs. I'd gone to him. To Mason.Alpha Mason of the Bloodfangs. My rival. My enemy. The wolf I swore I'd never bow to.But when the hours stretched too long and every trail went cold, when my men returned empty-handed and all I could hear was the phantom echo of her screams, the scent of her blood in her house— desperation had stripped me bare.I remembered the way his eyes gleamed when he let me into his office, the sun casting cruel shadows across his annoying face. He'd known I was desperate the moment I stepped inside. He’d known I'd come to beg."You want her back?" His voice had been