All Chapters of Cheated Mate: I Bonded with a Comatose Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Third Person's POVPheisar snapped his head up, his amber eyes drowning in desperate tears. He tried to claw back their past, using their history like a weapon to keep her from leaving."Back then, you sold your own blood just to pay for my treatment. You took the most dangerous hunting missions without a second thought.""You even went to the underground pits to make quick cash for my medicine. You let those high-ranking werewolves break three of your ribs...""You were so good to me—you gave me your entire soul! How could I be such a bastard? How did I let myself be blinded by lies over and over while I watched you bleed?!"He sounded like a drowning man, his voice cracking as he gripped the edge of her car door. "You've bled so much for me. My wolf won't believe it—it can't believe you've just stopped loving me!""Elena... I'm begging you. Give me one last chance. Come home with me, please!"Hearing Pheisar bring up tho

Third Person's POVA bottomless wave of despair and pain, like a rising arctic tide, swallowed his heart whole.In that moment, he couldn't stop replaying the scene in the theater stairwell—the way Elena had looked at him with those frozen eyes and spat out those final, soul-crushing words.No! It's not possible!"Pheisar..."Grant watched as Pheisar's face went ghost-white, his bloodshot eyes actually welling up with tears. Shaking with fear, Grant spoke up, trying to snap his friend back to reality.Pheisar ignored him.He gripped the bone bracelets so hard his knuckles turned white, then spun around and bolted out of the private box like a hurricane.He had them back. The bracelets he had carved with his own hands.Surely, if he took them to her, begged her, and slid them back onto her wrists—if he marked her again with his own scent—she'd change her mind. She'd come home.Before he knew it, P

Third Person's POVFor some reason, he hated the happy, hopeful scent she was radiating about her future.He didn't want to say another word to her.Clenching his jaw, Zander didn't give her so much as a second glance. He turned his head away with a cold indifference, staring out the window at the neon lights blurring past.In the front seat, Stuart was practically vibrating with anxiety under Zander's oppressive aura.He was screaming internally."What?! Alpha Zander and I are going to a mating ceremony for Elena and some other guy?"The most terrifying part was that Zander had actually agreed to it with a straight face.Stuart felt like he was having a breakdown.He swallowed hard, feeling utterly hopeless.Alpha Zander had also ordered him to prep a top-secret tent, saying he was going out to the countryside tomorrow for a "barbecue" with some mystery wolf.As his beta, Stuart was only allowed to pull perimeter security; he couldn't stay glued to Zander's side the whole time.Stuar

Third Person's POVBut that was nowhere near enough.She used a special solution bought from the black market to turn her naturally silky skin into a weathered, rough mess of uneven textures.To completely wreck her facial proportions, she stuck a large, hairy mole right on her left cheek—it was the size of a pinky nail and impossible to miss.Then came the centerpiece.Using high-grade SFX silicone, she rebuilt her nose. What was once small, elegant, and refined was now a massive, bulbous "clown" nose.This ugly addition shifted the entire balance of her face downward, making her look heavy and slightly ridiculous.As for her curves?She used a chest binder to flatten herself completely, then layered on a bulky, oversized dark gray coat.She added a realistic silicone Adam's apple to her throat and slapped two jagged, nasty-looking scars across her forehead and right cheek—the kind you'd get from a brutal street fight with a rogue.Even her delicate eyebrows were filled in with charc

Third Person's POVWas he blind? Could he not see the giant, hairy mole on her left cheek?!Did he choose to selectively ignore the scars that looked like angry centipedes crawling across her skin?Elena had crawled out of bed before dawn, suppressing her own nausea to work tirelessly at ruining her appearance.She was supremely confident that if she walked down any street right now, she would be, without question, the ugliest, most stomach-turning she-wolf in the city.And yet, he thought she was... beautiful? He even deigned to say he wasn't in her league?A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through Elena's mind: "Does Zander have some kind of bizarre fetish for the grotesque?"Zander noticed her stunned silence, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a rare, almost imperceptible smirk.Before she could find another excuse to reject him, he pulled open the car door, ushering her inside."Didn't you say you loved charcoal-grilled meat?" He spoke smoothly. "I've prepared the fresh