MATED TO MY BULLIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

POV: Maya The sound of bones breaking echoed through the arena, and for the first time since Marcus had injected me with that green poison, I felt something crack inside my chest. Stephen had just landed a devastating blow to Nathan's ribs, and Nathan was on his knees, coughing up blood. The silver restraints they'd been forced to wear had weakened all four brothers, but they were still fighting like their lives depended on it. Because they did. "Enjoying the show?" Marcus asked from beside me in the viewing box. He'd moved his chair closer to mine, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of other people's fear. I didn't answer. I couldn't. Because watching Stephen's fist connect with Karl's jaw, seeing the way Elijah moved like a predator circling wounded prey, seeing Nathan struggle to stand up while blood poured from his mouth, it was doing something to me that I didn't understand. The serum had taken away my ability to feel guilt, remorse, fear. It

Narrator's POV The woman who stepped through the doorway commanded attention like a force of nature. Tall and elegant, with flowing auburn hair that caught the light like flames, she moved with the fluid grace of a predator who had never known fear. Her emerald eyes swept the room, taking in Stephen's broken form on the hospital bed, Maya's unconscious body on the floor, and the four Blackwood brothers frozen in defensive positions. But it was her scent that made them all freeze. Pure alpha power, ancient bloodlines, and something else, something that made their wolves whimper and bow their heads instinctively. This was no ordinary wolf. This was royalty. "Seraphina Nightshade," she announced herself with a smile that never reached her eyes. "Daughter of Alpha Magnus Nightshade of the Northern Pack. Though I suppose introductions are hardly necessary, considering I've been promised to you four since I was twelve years old." Karl was the first to recover his voice. "You're early.

The dining room was massive, with a table that could seat thirty people. Already, pack members were taking their places, alphas and betas from allied families, high-ranking wolves from the Blackwood pack itself. Everyone who mattered in their political world. And at the head of the table, in the seat that should have belonged to the alpha's mate, sat Seraphina. She looked like she'd been born for that chair, radiating confidence and authority. The brothers flanked her, Stephen to her right, his face carefully neutral, Karl to her left looking pleased, Nathan and Elijah across from her. "Ah, there's our serving girl," Seraphina announced as I entered, her voice carrying across the room. "Maya, isn't it? She'll be helping with service tonight." I felt every eye in the room turn to me, saw the recognition in some faces, the confusion in others. They knew who I was supposed to be – the brothers' mate, the one who'd been living in the castle. Seeing me in servant's clothing, relegated t

The pack members who'd once viewed her with curiosity or sympathy now looked at her with suspicion and disgust. When she was allowed out of her cell for brief walks in the courtyard, wolves would cross to the other side of the path to avoid her. Children were hurried away when she appeared. The whispers followed her everywhere. "I heard she killed twelve wolves with her bare hands and felt nothing." "My cousin said she seduced all four brothers in a single night using witch potions." "They say Marcus Wells trained her to be an assassin, and now she's working her way through the Blackwood family." It was beautiful to watch. Maya's isolation became complete as the pack turned against her. Even the servants who brought her meals began to look at her with fear and revulsion. But the real masterstroke came during a pack meeting two weeks after the dinner disaster. The topic was pack security and the recent threats from neighboring territories. I made sure to be present, sitting beside

Seraphina's POV The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the training hall as I adjusted my leather sparring gear, watching the pack warriors gather in a respectful circle around me. Today was perfect, another opportunity to show everyone exactly what a real Luna looked like. "Are you certain about this, Miss Seraphina?" Beta Thomas asked, his weathered face creased with concern. "Gregory is one of our strongest fighters. Perhaps we should start with someone less experienced?" I smiled sweetly, the expression I'd perfected over years of political maneuvering. "Oh, Thomas, you're so thoughtful. But how can I properly lead this pack if I can't hold my own against their best warriors?" The truth was, I'd been planning this demonstration for weeks. Every detail calculated, every move rehearsed. The pack needed to see their future Luna in action, needed to understand that I wasn't just some delicate flower who'd stumbled into their lives. I was everything Maya could never