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

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 spil

Maya POV Number Seven stands in the center of the factory floor like she owns it. Blood drips from her wounds but she doesn't seem to care. Doesn't even seem to feel it. "Twenty guns pointed at me," she says in my voice. "And you all think you're the predators. How cute." "Fire!" Alexei commands. The factory erupts with gunfire. Bullets tear through the air from every direction. The sound is deafening in the enclosed space. Shell casings rain onto concrete. Number Seven moves.Not running. Not dodging. She's just suddenly somewhere else. The bullets hit empty air where she stood a millisecond before. She appears on a catwalk twenty feet above us. "You're too slow. All of you. Even you, Zara." She looks at my sister. "The great terrorist. The enhanced legend. You're old. Outdated. First generation." Zara fires. The bullet passes through where Number Seven's head was. She's already moved again. Now she's behind three soldiers. Before they can turn, she strikes. Her claws, longer t

Maya POV We limp back to the compound as the sun rises. Alexei's soldiers carry their dead and wounded. Zara stays close to me, not quite trusting that this alliance will hold. No one speaks. We're all thinking the same thing. Five hybrids loose. More waking up. And we barely survived one. Konstantin is waiting at the compound gates. His expression doesn't change when he sees the casualties. Just observe. Taking mental notes. "I've been informed of the situation," he says calmly. "Five subjects escaped. One engaged and nearly killed everyone. Disappointing tactical outcome." "Disappointing?" Alexei's voice is raw. Angry. "We lost eight men. Good soldiers. And you call it disappointing?" "Yes." Konstantin turns to me. "You encountered Number Seven. Fought her directly. I need a full report. Her abilities. Her limitations. Everything." I'm too tired to be polite. "She's faster than any enhanced wolf I've seen. Stronger. Heals from anything except spinal damage, and even that only s

Maya POV The moment the bond solidifies, I drop to my knees. It's not painful. Not exactly. It's a sensation. Too much sensation. Every nerve ends firing at once. I can feel Alexei's heartbeat like it's my own. Feel his confusion. His anger. His horror at what just happened. And underneath all of that, something deeper. The mate bond humming between us like a live wire. Ancient. Primal. Real. "Get it out." Alexei stumbles backward, clutching his chest. "Father, remove it. Now." "I can't." Konstantin circles us slowly, observing. "The bond is permanent. Unbreakable. You know this." "Then break me!" Alexei's voice cracks. "Cut it out. Burn it out. I don't care. I won't be bound to her." His words hurt. I feel them like physical blows through the bond. Every ounce of his revulsion, his rage, his desperation to escape what we've become. And he feels my hurt. I see it register on his face. The realization that his emotions are bleeding into me. That I'm experiencing everything he fee

Alexei's face goes pale. "Modified serum. I've read about it in my father's research. Seraphina must have found a way to reanimate dead tissue. Force animation through chemical manipulation." "He's dead but moving." "He's a puppet." Alexei's voice is hollow. "No consciousness. No will. Just a body being controlled. And pumped full of enhancement serum to make it combat effective." Karl moves through the battlefield. His fists smash through Eastern warriors like they're made of paper. He's stronger than any normal wolf. Faster. But there's no skill. No technique. Just raw, brutal power directed by someone else's will. "Seraphina's controlling him," I realize. "She has some way to direct him. Use him as a weapon." "Look at his neck." Alexei points. I focus. There. A collar. Metal and circuits. Wires running into his skull. Technology mixed with dark magic. A remote control for a dead man. "She's a monster," I whisper. "She's winning." Alexei's voice is grim. "And she's brought a