All Chapters of Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We passed the bottle back and forth, laughter spilling easier with each sip. For the first time since I'd arrived in this pack, I felt... lighter. Like maybe I wasn't drowning anymore.That was when the lantern outside the cellar door flickered. Footsteps.Nicole cursed softly, scrambling to shove the half-empty bottle back on the shelf. He grabbed my hand, tugging me behind a stack of crates just as the door creaked open.I pressed against the wall, breath caught in my throat, listening to boots scrape against stone. My pulse hammered, every nerve on edge.The guard muttered something about rats, then, after what felt like an eternity, closed the door again. Silence fell.Nicole let out a shaky laugh. "That... was close."I smacked his arm, but I was laughing too, the sound muffled against my hand. "You're insane.""And you love it," he whispered back.Maybe I did.***Cassian's POV The pack house was quiet when I returned, the usual hum of voices from the common rooms muffled by th

I glanced up from the book I was reading and narrowed my eyes at the male figure approaching. He raised his hands in mock surrender when he saw my expression."I don't bring trouble this time," Nicole said with a crooked grin, hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk like he owned it.I dropped the book onto the table with a thud and folded my arms. "Then why are you here?""Straight to the point, huh?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Cassian sent me. Says you're needed at the training grounds."My brows shot up in surprise. "The training grounds? What for?"Nicole shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Apparently, book smarts won't save you when claws are at your throat. He thinks you should learn how to actually fight. Build some strength. Reflexes. You know—Luna stuff."I scoffed. "Luna stuff. Right." My stomach tightened at the thought of standing in front of seasoned warriors, flailing like an idiot while they all laughed. Is this another ploy to humiliate me ? Seeing

My heart thundered in my ears as I stared into his eyes, dark with lust. He was waiting—waiting for my response. Fuck it. I leaned forward and crashed my lips to his. He didn’t waste any time, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. A shocked gasp slipped out of me, swallowed instantly by his mouth. The kiss deepened, rough and hungry, every press of his lips pulling me further under. His other hand clamped around my waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t bear to let me go. He slipped his hand beneath my shirt, palming my bare, hardened nipple. The squeeze he gave drew another gasp from me. Heat coiled low in my belly, sharp and demanding. The world outside of him vanished—the silence of the room, the air in my lungs, even the frantic pace of my thoughts. All that remained was him: his touch, his breath, the way our mouths moved like we’d been waiting forever for this. I clutched at his shirt, desperate, needy, pulling him closer still. He groaned into the kiss, the sound

"We have to talk about your sleeping habits," I sighed, folding my arms as Mrs Alanna regarded me with a stern gaze. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. "You sleep in. And that's not good for a Luna." "So because I'm a Luna, I have to be sleep-deprived?" I quirked up a brow, definitely. "You won't be sleep-deprived, Luna, if you sleep early enough in the night." I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the chair. "You make it sound so easy. Just close my eyes at nine like a child and drift off until dawn."Mrs Alanna didn't flinch. Her sternness was legendary. "Discipline is not easy, Luna, but it is necessary. A pack looks to its Luna for guidance. If you wake late, it sends the wrong message."I tilted my head, a smirk tugging at my lips. "The wrong message being... that I value sleep?"Her frown deepened. "That you lack control."The words stung, sharper than I wanted to admit. Control. That was the one thing I couldn't afford to lose—not over myself, not over the pack, an

Cassian’s POV I stormed out of the library, each step sharp and hurried as I tore through the halls of the pack house. My pulse thundered in my ears, anger pounding into my skull with every second that passed. The SUV waited in the driveway, the front door already open—just as I’d ordered. “Cassian, your father was attacked.” The words hit like a blade, jagged and merciless, carving into me with every breath. I climbed in, slammed the door shut, and barked at the driver. “Hospital. Now.” The ride was a blur of clenched fists and suffocating silence. By the time we arrived, rage had fused with a grief I refused to name. Inside, the scent of antiseptic clawed at my senses. I pushed through the sterile corridors until I reached the room. My chest tightened at the sight before me. Alpha Black—my father—lay pale against the sheets, machines beeping in irregular rhythms, tubes snaking from his arms. For a man who had built an empire of loyalty and fear, he looked unbearably f