All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

Maya's POV Something was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts, sharpened by months of survival and enhanced by the serum, were screaming at me. I stood on the training platform, watching my army go through their morning drills, and felt it like ice down my spine. Someone here didn't belong. "You're paranoid," my mother said, coming up beside me with two cups of coffee. "It's been two weeks since the supply depot raid. No retaliation, no tracking parties. Maybe they're actually taking your warning seriously." "Or they're planning something." I took the coffee but didn't drink it. "Where's Derek?" "Medical bay. He came down with something last night, fever, chills. Cassandra's with him." My hand tightened on the cup. "Who else is sick?" Elena checked her tablet. "Three others from Derek's unit. Dr. Morrison thinks it's just a flu going around. Nothing serious." "Four enhanced wolves, all from the same unit, all sick at the same time?" I set down the coffee. "

Maya's POV I woke up three days later in a makeshift medical tent, my body screaming in agony. The battle was a blur of blood and silver light in my memory. I remembered killing, so much killing. Remembered the coalition forces breaking and running. I remembered Alpha Cornelius's head in my hands before everything went dark. "She's awake," someone called out. My mother appeared at my bedside, her face drawn and exhausted. "How do you feel?" "Like I died and came back wrong," I croaked. My throat was raw, my voice barely recognizable. "What happened?" "You went critical. The serum overloaded your system and you..." Elena hesitated. "You killed forty-three wolves before you collapsed. The coalition forces retreated. We managed to evacuate to a secondary location." Forty-three. I'd killed forty-three wolves in a single rampage. "Good," I said flatly. Elena's face tightened. "Maya, you nearly died. Your body shut down completely. If Dr. Morrison hadn't.." "Where's Thomas?" I int

Karl's POV I stood in the darkness outside Elena Rodriguez's compound, my heart hammering against my ribs. This was insane. If anyone found out I was here, if Seraphina discovered I'd made contact with Maya's mother, I'd be executed for treason. But I was out of options. "You have five minutes before my guards shoot you where you stand," Elena's voice came from the shadows. She emerged, flanked by two armed wolves, her expression cold and unforgiving. "Talk fast, Blackwood." "I need your help," I said simply. "To stop Seraphina. And to save Maya from herself." Elena laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want me to help you? After what you and your brothers did to my daughter? After you tried to execute her?" "I know." The words tasted like ash. "I know we failed her. Betrayed her. Destroyed her. I know there's no forgiveness for what we did." I took a step closer, ignoring the guards' weapons raising. "But if someone doesn't stop this war, everyone dies. Including Ma

Seraphina's POV I watched from my office window as Karl Blackwood slipped out of the pack house at midnight, heading toward the forest with a backpack and determined expression. "Idiot," I murmured, sipping my wine. "Absolute idiot." "Should we follow him?" my lieutenant, Marcus (I'd kept the name as a small joke), asked from behind me. "No need." I turned from the window, smiling. "I already know where he's going. Who he's meeting. What he thinks he's accomplishing." I'd known about Karl's little rebellion for days now. My spies were better than he gave me credit for. Every "secret" meeting with Elijah. Every encrypted message to Elena Rodriguez. Every piece of "intelligence" he thought he was stealing. I'd allowed all of it. "You're going to let him continue?" Marcus asked, confused. "Of course." I settled into my chair, feeling the satisfaction of a plan falling perfectly into place. "Karl thinks he's being clever, playing double agent, feeding information to Maya's mother.