All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: MayaTime fractured into slow motion. Nathan's finger squeezed the trigger. I saw it happening, saw the mechanism engage, saw the hammer fall. The muzzle flashed bright in the darkness.The bullet left the barrel. Silver. Deadly. Aimed directly between my eyes. I couldn't move. The warriors still held me down, pinning my body to the blood-soaked snow. I could only watch death come for me at nine hundred feet per second.Then something massive slammed into me from the side.The silver bullet meant for my skull tore through flesh and bone. But not mine.Elijah's.He'd broken free from his chains somehow, torn through his captors with desperate strength. Threw himself between me and the gun. Between me and death.The bullet hit him in the shoulder, spinning him sideways. We collided, falling together in a tangle of limbs. The warriors holding me scattered, surprised by the sudden movement."ELIJAH!" Nathan's voice cracked. The first real emotion I'd heard from him. "NO!"Elijah lande

POV: Maya The masked wolf's hand remained extended, waiting for my decision. Salvation or vengeance. As if they were mutually exclusive. As if I could choose one without the other bleeding through. "Who is your Alpha?" I asked. Speaking took immense effort. Each word cost me blood and breath. "His name is Konstantin," the masked wolf said. "He leads the Eastern Coalition. Packs that rejected the Western territories' politics decades ago. We govern ourselves. Answer to no Council. Bow to no corrupt system." "Sounds too good to be true," Elena said suspiciously. "What's the catch?" "There is always a catch, Elena Rodriguez." The masked wolf's tone held something like amusement. "Nothing is free. Especially not salvation." "Then tell us the price," I demanded. "Before I agree to anything." The masked wolf gestured to his warriors. They moved with synchronized precision, forming a protective circle around the cave entrance. Blocking any escape but also preventing anyone from enter

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 stead

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 the

Maya POV They take me back to my cell after I agree to Konstantin's deal. Two guards escort me through the underground corridors. Neither speaks. Neither looks at me directly. They've seen what I can become. They're terrified. The cell door locks behind me with a heavy click. I'm alone again. Just me and the weight of what I've agreed to do. I sit on the edge of the bed, head in my hands. Twenty hybrids. Twenty creatures made from my DNA. I'm about to help bring them to life. Help create an army of monsters. But maybe monsters are what wolves need to survive. The thought makes me sick. Hours pass. Darkness falls outside my small window. The compound grows quiet. I should sleep. Tomorrow they'll trigger another transformation. Rip my body apart again to harvest what they need. I lie down, close my eyes, try to find some kind of peace. Then the air beside my bed splits open. Not tears. Not breaks. The space itself divides, like reality is a curtain being pulled aside. Blue light sp