All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV: Maya Sixty seconds. The numbers echoed through the loudspeakers, each one a hammer blow against my skull. "Fifty-nine." I tried to push myself up. My arms shook, muscles spasming. Black blood covered my hands, sticky and wrong. "Fifty-eight." "Maya, please!" Elena's voice cracked. "Just surrender! We can figure something out later!" "Fifty-seven." But I knew better. I'd seen what Seraphina did to prisoners. Surrender didn't mean mercy. It meant becoming lab rats. Test subjects for whatever new horrors Project Apex wanted to create. "Fifty-six." Karl's eyes met mine across the room. Even with a blade at his throat, even bleeding, he shook his head slightly. Don't do it, that gesture said. Don't give her what she wants. "Fifty-five." "Where did she go?" Victoria whispered beside me. "Where's Zara?" I'd been wondering the same thing. One moment my sister was fighting dozens of warriors, clearing a path. The next, she'd vanished completely. Like smoke. Like she'd never bee

POV: Maya The radio went silent. Karl's body lay motionless in the snow, steam still rising from the silver wound in his chest. Elijah had stopped screaming. Now he just stared at his brother's corpse, making small broken sounds that barely sounded human. I couldn't look away. Couldn't process what had happened. Nathan. It had been Nathan all along. "Bring Elena Rodriguez forward," Seraphina repeated. Her warriors moved to obey, dragging my mother toward the center of the compound. "No!" I struggled against the wolves holding me down. "Leave her alone! This is between you and me!" "Nothing is between you and me," Seraphina said coldly. "You're not important enough for that. You're just a weapon that needs to be dismantled. But your mother? She created you. She worked for Project Apex. She has valuable information about the enhancement process." "I told you everything!" Elena fought her captors, wild and desperate. "Years ago! I gave you all the data!" "You gave us what you thoug

POV: Maya I didn't make it five miles. My legs gave out after three. I collapsed in the snow, black blood streaming from my nose and mouth. My vision flickered. My heart beat irregularly, skipping beats, racing, then slowing to almost nothing. The serum was finally killing me. "MAYA!" Elena's voice cut through the darkness. She'd followed me despite my orders. "Oh God, no. No, no, no." She dropped to her knees beside me, hands hovering over my body like she didn't know where to start. Because there was nowhere to start. Everything was breaking down at once. "Can't... breathe," I gasped. My lungs felt full of glass. "Hold on. Just hold on." Elena looked around wildly, searching for something, anything that could help. But we were in the middle of a frozen forest with nothing. No supplies. No allies. No hope. "Cave," I managed to choke out. "Need... shelter." Elena nodded, slipping her arms under my shoulders. She dragged me through the snow, her enhanced strength barely enough to

Maya POV The stabilizer burns going down. Like swallowing liquid fire mixed with broken glass. I collapse against the cave wall, gasping, clawing at my throat as the serum courses through my veins. "Maya!" Elena's hands are on my face, checking my pulse, my eyes. "Breathe. Just breathe." But I can't breathe. The stabilizer is fighting the dying serum in my blood, two wars happening inside me at once. My body convulses. Black blood sprays from my mouth onto the cave floor. Konstantin watches with clinical interest. He doesn't move to help. Just watches. Taking mental notes like I'm a lab rat having a seizure. "Fascinating," he murmurs. "The stabilizer is forcing cellular regeneration at an accelerated rate. Her body is essentially dying and rebuilding simultaneously." "She's in agony!" Elena shouts. "Yes." Konstantin tilts his head. "But she's not dead. That's what matters." The pain peaks. Everything goes white. Then, slowly, it fades. The convulsions stop. My breathing steadie

Narrator POV The creature that was Maya Rodriguez stood in the center of the arena, barely recognizable as anything remotely human or wolf. Her body had twisted into something between both species, something evolution never intended to create. Patches of fur sprouted irregularly across skin that rippled with exposed muscle. Her spine curved at an impossible angle, vertebrae pressing against flesh that struggled to contain them. Claws, longer and sharper than any wolf's, dripped with Alexei's blood. The crowd pressed backward, panic spreading through the spectators like wildfire. Parents grabbed children. Warriors reached for weapons. This wasn't the Silver Death they'd heard stories about. This was something far worse. Alexei struggled in the creature's grip, his enhanced combat training useless against the raw, chaotic strength pinning him. His arm bent at a sickening angle where Maya's claws had pierced through muscle and scraped bone. Blood pooled on the arena floor beneath them.