All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Broken

Maya's POV Every eye in the room seemed to turn toward me for a moment. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, my face burning with shame and rage. The doors at the far end of the hall opened, and the brothers entered in formal procession. They were dressed in matching dark suits, their hair perfectly styled, their faces radiating confidence and happiness. They looked like they belonged in a magazine, not like men who were betraying their true mate. Stephen led the procession, his easy smile making my heart clench. Behind him came Nathan, practically glowing with joy. Karl followed with his typical measured grace, and Elijah brought up the rear, more relaxed than I'd seen him in months. They took their places at the front of the hall, and I felt the mate bond stretch and strain as they actively worked to suppress their connection to me. Each rejection felt like a knife twisting in my chest, but I forced myself to stay upright, stay silent. Then the music began, and Seraphina made her

Chapter 22: "The Servant's Life"

Maya's POV The servant's quarters were worse than my cell had been. At least in the dungeon, I'd had my own space, even if it was tiny and cold. Now I shared a cramped room with three other servants, sleeping on a thin mattress on the floor while they whispered about me in the dark, calling me cursed and dangerous. Mrs. Harrow woke us before dawn every morning with sharp commands and assignment lists. The other servants got normal duties, tending the gardens, cleaning the guest rooms, helping with meals. I got the jobs no one else wanted. "Rodriguez," she snapped on my third morning as a servant, "you're on dungeon duty today. Empty the waste buckets, scrub the floors, bring meals to any prisoners we have." The dungeons. They were making me clean the place where I'd been imprisoned, where I'd nearly died from silver poisoning. I wondered if that was Seraphina's idea or just cruel coincidence. "Yes, ma'am," I said quietly, too tired to argue. The work was backbreaking. My body w

Chapter 23: When the Bond Shattered

Maya's POV Everything I never was and never could have been. The words hurt, but they were probably true. I turned away and went back to washing dishes, trying to focus on the mechanical task instead of the conversation in the dining room. The dinner lasted until nearly midnight. By the time I finished cleaning the kitchen and washing the last plate, I was exhausted and my hands were raw from the harsh soap. All I wanted was to collapse on my thin mattress and sleep until Mrs. Harrow woke us for another day of invisible servitude. But as I made my way through the castle's corridors, I realized I'd left my cleaning supplies in the main hall. If Mrs. Harrow found them there in the morning, she'd make my life even more miserable than it already was. I trudged back through the darkened hallways, my footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. The castle was quiet now, the guests gone, the family presumably asleep. I gathered my bucket and rags from where I'd left them near the main

Chapter 24: "Poison in the Well"

Maya's POV It started with the children. I was scrubbing the floors in the main hall when I heard the first mother crying. Sarah Martinez, one of the pack's beta wives, was carrying her five-year-old son Tommy, the same boy who'd been putting silver in my food and he was burning with fever, his small body limp in her arms. "Please," she begged Dr. Harrison as he examined the child in the medical wing. "He was fine yesterday morning, playing in the gardens. Now he won't eat, won't speak, can barely stay awake." From my position mopping nearby, invisible as always, I watched the doctor frown over Tommy's pale, sweating form. The boy's lips had a strange bluish tint, and his breathing was shallow and labored. "Has he eaten anything unusual?" Dr. Harrison asked. "Been anywhere he shouldn't have?" "Nothing different from the other children," Sarah replied, tears streaming down her face. "They all drink from the same well, eat the same food in the pack dining hall..." By eveni

Chapter 25: “The Perfect Scapegoat”

Maya's POV "Let me understand this," he said. "You think Seraphina, our Luna, is deliberately poisoning her own pack? The pack she's worked so hard to integrate into and improve?" "Look at the evidence," I pleaded, waving the paper. "The pattern of illness, the symptoms, this note.." "What note?" Elijah asked, squinting at the crumpled paper. "All I see is a piece of trash with some illegible scribbles on it." I looked down at the paper in my hands and felt my heart sink. In the lamplight, I could see that the ink had smudged badly, making most of the writing impossible to read. The few words I'd been able to make out clearly were now just blurred marks. "It was clearer before," I said desperately. "The ink must have smudged, but I swear it mentioned the well system and eliminating weak members." "Maya," Stephen's voice was carefully patient, like he was talking to a child having a tantrum. "Do you hear yourself right now? You're standing in our private study, accusing our

Chapter 26: "The Trial"

Maya's POV The great hall had been transformed into a courtroom. Where just weeks ago I'd watched Seraphina's mating ceremony, now rows of chairs faced a raised platform where the pack council sat like judges. Pack members filled every available seat, their faces a mixture of anger, fear, and disgust as they waited for my trial to begin. I sat in a wooden chair in the center of the room, my wrists bound with silver chains that burned against my skin. The metal sizzled where it touched me, sending waves of agony up my arms, but I forced myself to sit straight. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break down completely. Beta Thomas stood to my left, supposedly my advocate, though he'd made it clear he believed I was guilty. To my right, Seraphina sat with perfect posture in an elegant black dress, playing the role of the grieving Luna whose pack had been attacked by a dangerous criminal. The brothers sat at the high table with the council members. Stephen looked tired a

Chapter 27: "Last Words"

Maya's POV The dungeon cell they'd put me in was different from the one I'd lived in as a servant. This one was smaller, darker, with silver bars instead of iron ones. Every breath I took filled my lungs with the metallic tang of the poison that would kill me at dawn. They weren't taking any chances with my escape. I sat on the stone floor with my back against the cold wall, my wrists still raw and blistered from the silver chains they'd finally removed. My body was shutting down slowly - I could feel it in the way my heart struggled to beat steadily, in the way my vision kept blurring at the edges. The constant exposure to silver was already doing its work. The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, multiple sets walking in formation. I didn't bother to look up until I heard Elder Morrison's voice outside my cell. "Maya Rodriguez," he said formally, "according to pack law, you are entitled to one final opportunity to confess your crimes and beg for the mercy of your alphas."

Chapter 28: "The Execution"

Maya's POV The sun was just beginning to rise when they came for me, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that would have been beautiful under different circumstances. I'd spent the night sitting against the cold stone wall, not sleeping, just listening to my heart beat and wondering how many more times it would before the silver stopped it forever. "Time to go," one of the guards said, not unkindly. He was young, probably close to my age, and I could see he didn't enjoy this part of his job. They didn't bother with chains this time. I was too weak to run, and we all knew it. The silver poisoning that had been slowly killing me for weeks was in its final stages now. Every step was an effort, every breath a struggle. I leaned heavily on the guards as they helped me up the dungeon stairs and through the castle corridors. The pack square was already full of people despite the early hour. They'd turned out in droves to watch my execution, some out of bloodthirst, others out of c

Chapter 29: Battle in the Square"

Marcus's POV I watched from the treeline as chaos erupted in the Blackwood pack square, and a savage grin split my face. This was exactly what I'd been planning for months. "Hold the line!" I roared to my enhanced rogues, their eyes glowing with the same serum that had once flowed through Maya's veins. "Push forward! Show these pampered pack wolves what real power looks like!" The Blackwood warriors were scrambling, completely unprepared for an attack during an execution. Perfect. Their arrogance had made them sloppy, and now they would pay the price. My eyes found her immediately, Maya, tied to that silver post in the center of the square, her skin blistered and burned, her clothes torn and filthy. Even from this distance, I could see she was barely conscious, swaying against her restraints. She was perfect. Broken, desperate, and absolutely perfect for what I needed. "Marcus, the eastern flank is breaking through!" one of my lieutenants shouted, blood spraying from his mouth as

Chapter 30: "The Monster Unleashed"

Maya's POV The serum hit my bloodstream like liquid fire, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I was being reborn or destroyed. Pain. God, the pain was everything. It burned through my veins, consumed my burned skin, filled every cell of my body with agony so intense I couldn't even scream. The world went white, then red, then black. And then... clarity. I could feel everything. Hear everything. Smell everything. The fear radiating from the brothers surrounding me. The smugness still clings to Seraphina despite her desperation. The blood lust from Marcus's rogues. The terror from the pack members who'd watched me burn and done nothing. The rage inside me wasn't just anger anymore. It was something alive, something hungry, something that demanded payment for every hurt, every betrayal, every moment of suffering. "Maya?" Karl's voice sounded small, distant. "Are you.." I moved. One second I was standing by the silver post, the next I had my hand wrapped around the throat of the neare

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