Todos os capítulos de Mated To The Alpha Who Bullied Me : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

"Yeah... see you," I muttered under my breath as I turned to leave. I froze in my spot.Cassian stood at the opposite end, jaw clenched, a worn book in one hand and coffee in the other. His eyes locked on mine, then flicked briefly to Mason's retreating figure. His expression darkened, hurt first, then fury before he shook his head and walked away.Shit."Cassian, wait!"I ran after him, ignoring the curious stares from passing wolves. He didn't stop. His strides were long, furious, shoulders stiff with anger that practically crackled in the air."Cassian!" I caught his arm. He turned so sharply that I flinched. His eyes burned, not cold, but blazing with something raw and wounded."Cassian, please, it's not what you think," I said quickly, my voice trembling.He gave a low, humourless laugh that made my stomach twist. "Oh, it's not? Because from where I stood, it looked pretty damn obvious.""I was going to tell you," I blurted. "I just... didn't know how to bring it up. You've been.

I woke up to whispers outside my room, or the room I was in. My head pounded from all the alcohol last night. I didn't want to deal with anything or anyone."We have to act, Kira!"The sharp voice snapped through the fog in my head, jolting me upright. I frowned. Nicole had mentioned last night that Kira lived here. I'd expected to run into her eventually, but I hadn't expected to hear that second voice."Tasha?"My voice was hoarse as I stepped into the hallway. Both heads turned.My sister's eyes widened in shock. Kira, on the other hand, smiled, a slow, smug curve that made my stomach twist."What are you doing here?" I asked, my gaze flicking between them. They looked cosy, too cosy. Kira draped an arm over Tasha's shoulder like they were old friends. "What does it look like?" she drawled. "We're having a conversation."I narrowed my eyes at the hand she had on my sister’s shoulder, anger burning in my veins. Tasha noticed my line of sight and quickly shrugged her off, guilt flas

I woke to cold. Not the polite, morning kind of cold, this was bone-deep, clawing-cold that made my teeth ache. My mouth tasted of dirt and old metal. For a dizzy second I didn't know where I was; the sky above me was a hard, washed-out grey and tree branches stitched the light into thin bars. Then I remembered: the walk to the house. The argument with Cassian. Tasha acting wounded. The way my chest had been full of too many things to sort. And then... nothing. A blind, groping nothing until the world pushed back. Hands hauled me up roughly. The air was filled with low, rough voices. Rogues. Too close. My body reacted before my brain did, my muscles clenched and my claws threatened to come out. I was bound by the wrist by a thick rope that smelled strongly of silver. The stench of burning flesh was thick. My flesh. Shit. My wolf was poisoned. I couldn’t shift. They dragged me to my feet; the ropes at my wrists bit into my skin. I spat a mouthful of dirt at the nearest f

Cassian’s POVPRESENT“Mobilise the units. I want every patrol lead reporting in five minutes!"My voice cracked through the air like a whip. The guards scattered immediately, barking orders into radios and shifting into motion. My pulse thundered in my ears, but my mind stayed fixed on one thing: Talia. I barged into the war room. Soldiers already lined up in the centre, waiting for orders. "Expand the search radius!" I snapped. "Every inch of the borders! I want her found, now!"Nicole went straight to the map table, tracing routes with a pen that shook slightly in his hand. "Cassian, we're on it. Just…”"Don't tell me to calm down," I growled, cutting him off. "She's been gone since yesterday. She didn't take a jacket, didn't take money. Now she’s been fucking kidnapped. On my damn territory. Someone inside is responsible for this, they know where she is and I want names."The air in the room shifted then, heavy, sharp."What the hell happened?"I turned just as Mason strode in,

Rogues dropped from the branches like crows. Nets sailed through the clearing. Arrows, sharp and thin and smell-stinging, hissed past like angry insects. One clipped Cassian's shoulder, the leather of his jacket shuddering where the tip struck. Another arrow found the dwarf of a man at his hip and sent him to the ground with a gurgled curse. I screamed, a sharp animal sound. Not because of the arrows but because the plan had been obvious: draw him in close, take him by surprise, pin him between ambush and blade. Cassian spun, ripping at the air. He moved like he could kill them all with a glance, but there were too many. A net caught around his legs in a flash of rope. A stranger lunged with something heavy and blunt. He staggered, cursed, and then slammed his shoulder into a rogue to break free, the force of it sending leaves showering down. My hands found traction against the tree; the ropes had loosened enough that my fingers could flex. I should have dug my nails in, kicked