All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Maya's POV "Sorry doesn't bring back what you took from me!" I was shaking now, the rage and grief warring inside me, tearing me apart. "Sorry doesn't fix what you broke! Sorry doesn't.." A rogue tackled me from behind, his enhanced strength actually managing to knock me down. We rolled across the bloody cobblestones, his claws digging into my sides, his teeth snapping at my throat. I got my hands on his face and started squeezing. He screamed as his skull began to crack under the pressure. I kept squeezing, watching his eyes bulge, feeling the bone starting to give way— "ENOUGH!" Marcus's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. He was standing on top of a building, looking down at the carnage in the square with something like pride on his face. "Well done, Maya," he called down. "You're everything I knew you could be. Strong. Ruthless. Unstoppable." He started climbing down, moving with predatory grace. "But you're wasting your potential on these pack weaklings. Come with

Maya's POVThe forest welcomed me like an old friend. I moved through the darkness, my enhanced senses picking up every rustle of leaves, every snap of twigs, every breath of wind. The serum still burned in my veins, but it was different now. Controlled. Mine.Behind me, the Blackwood pack territory was chaos. I could hear the shouting, the crying, the desperate attempts to organize and rebuild. Part of me, a very small part, felt guilty for leaving them in such a state. The rest of me didn't care.I ran deeper into the forest, not really knowing where I was going, just knowing I needed distance. Distance from the brothers. Distance from Seraphina. Distance from the girl I used to be.My feet carried me to a small stream, and I finally stopped. My reflection in the water was almost unrecognizable. Silver eyes glowed back at me, alien and cold. Black veins still traced patterns under my skin, though they were fading slowly. Blood, so much blood, covered my clothes, my hands, my face.I

Maya's POV Three weeks. That's how long I'd been running, fighting, surviving in the wilderness between pack territories. Three weeks since I'd disappeared into the forest. Three weeks since I'd become something more than human, more than wolf. Three weeks since I'd become a legend. I crouched in the branches of an ancient oak tree, watching another tracking party pass below. Twelve wolves, mixed scents, some Blackwood, some from the pack I'd encountered that first night, and some from territories I didn't even recognize. They were all looking for me. "The Silver Death," they called me now. Whispered the name in fear around their campfires. Told stories about the girl with glowing silver eyes who could tear through a dozen warriors without breaking a sweat. Some of the stories were true. Most were exaggerated. But I didn't bother correcting them. Fear was a weapon, and right now, it was the only thing keeping me alive. "We're wasting our time," one of the trackers muttered below

Maya's POV Two days of traveling through unclaimed territories brought us to the edge of a hidden valley I never knew existed. I stood at the ridgeline with Derek and my thirty followers, looking down at what my mother had built. It wasn't just a camp, it was a small village. Wooden structures built into the natural landscape, training grounds, gardens, even what looked like a medical facility. Seventy wolves, Victoria had said. From here, it looked like more. "That's... impressive," Derek whispered beside me. It was. My mother hadn't just been surviving out here. She'd been thriving. Building something real. "Stay here," I told my people. "Let me go down first. Make sure it's safe." "Maya, we should come with you," Derek protested. "No." My voice was firm. "If this goes wrong, I need you to get everyone out. Understand?" He didn't like it, but he nodded. I made my way down the slope alone, my enhanced senses picking up everything. Guard posts hidden in the trees. Sentries w

Maya's POV The training ground was soaked with blood and sweat. I watched from the platform as two of my potential lieutenants sparred below, Derek against a former Silvermoon warrior named Cassandra. Both had taken modified versions of the serum, carefully calibrated by my mother's medical team to enhance without destroying. Both were faster, stronger, deadlier than they'd been a week ago. But they were still holding back. "Again!" I shouted down at them. "And this time, Cassandra, fight like you actually want to win!" Cassandra shot me a frustrated look. "I could hurt him!" "Good! He needs to learn to take damage!" I jumped down from the platform, landing in the center of the ring with barely a sound. "Derek, defend yourself." Before he could react, I swept his legs out from under him and had my hand at his throat. "Too slow. If I was your enemy, you'd be dead." I released him and turned to Cassandra. "Your turn." She got into a defensive stance, but I could see the hesitati