All Chapters of MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

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91. SMART.

CHAPTER 91: SMART.Melissa.I rolled my eyes the moment Amelia came into full view.Of course. The drama queen had arrived. The air itself seemed to shift, as though her presence alone could pull tension from every corner and twist it into something messy, something unavoidable. I knew, immediately, that things were about to take a drastic turn.Cain, who had been holding me close moments before, instantly released his grip on my waist. The sudden absence of his warmth left a small, hollow ache behind, and I pulled away from him just as quickly, instinctively trying to hide the way my body had betrayed me, hardened nipples pressing against the fabric, unwanted evidence of sensation I didn’t want anyone to see.Hell with it.Hell with the way my body kept reacting to their touch, no matter how much I tried to control it. I couldn’t help the memory that flared unbidden, that reminded me of the earth-shattering climax Cypril had given me five years ago. The memory made my chest tighten a

92. MISS ME?

Melissa.I stormed into the kitchen, letting the cool air hit my flushed face, Louis trailing quietly behind me. My legs were still buzzing from the chaos outside, from the tangle with Cain, Cypril, and the unrelenting tension that had clawed at me all day. I didn’t care about anything right now—I just needed water.I grabbed the nearest bottle, twisting the cap off and tilting it back. The icy liquid poured down my throat, filling me with a sudden rush of relief. I gulped it all in one go, not even bothering to pause for breath, and when the last drop disappeared, I let out a long, satisfied sigh.“Ooopsss, that’s refreshing,” I said finally, lowering the bottle and flashing Louis a mischievous smile. My teeth gleamed in the dim kitchen light, perfect and white, and for a moment I felt a flicker of lightness creep into my exhausted mood.“Come on, Melissa, stop smiling at me that way,” Louis said, leaning lazily against the counter. His shirt clung to his shoulders and chest in all

93. TENSION.

MELISSA.I really didn’t know what to say to Davian.My mind was a mess, memories, emotions, questions—all crashing into each other at once. A part of me wanted to ask him everything. Another part wanted to pretend none of this was happening.But I couldn’t just stand there in silence either. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.“Do you two know each other?” I asked, my gaze shifting between them, though my question was directed more toward Louis.Louis pushed himself off the wall, his posture straightening as his hands slipped casually into his pockets.“Yes, we do,” he replied.There was something in his tone—calm, but measured.“Of course, Melissa,” Davian added almost immediately, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he looked at me. “We’re close buddies.”Close buddies?I blinked, trying to process that piece of information, but before I could say anything, his expression changed.The smile faded.Replaced by something more serious.More searching.“What exact

94. Mistress.

Melissa.“Come on, Melissa, there’s no need to act all tough now. It’s just the two of us here.”Amelia’s voice came out soft, almost playful, as she pouted her lips like an innocent doll. The expression would have fooled anyone else as it always did but not me.Not even for the slightest bit.I stared at her, my patience already worn thin, my body still tense from everything that had happened earlier.“What exactly do you want, Amelia?” I muttered, my tone flat, unimpressed. “I’m not in for your drama right now.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something amusing, something entertaining.“Well,” she began slowly, her lips curling into a faint smile, “five years ago… did you like the accusation you received for my sake?”The question hit like a slap.My eyes darkened instantly, and I shot her a deadly glare, one that would have made anyone else step back.But Amelia?She didn’t even flinch.“Of course I knew you weren’t poisoned, moron,” I snapped, my voice laced

95. Second Chance.

Davian.I was more than shocked to see Melissa. For a moment, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Those idiots, those arrogant, blind fools had told me she was dead. I had believed them. I had carried that truth like a weight on my chest for years.Yet, Melissa had been here, alive, sound and healthy, standing right in front of me. It felt unreal, like something out of a dream I had long buried. My eyes stayed fixed on her, afraid that if I looked away even for a second, she would disappear again.Seeing her like this… whole, breathing, more beautiful than I remembered, it did something to me, something dangerous.I had tried so hard to suppress my feelings for her over the years. Tried to bury them beneath duty, pride, distance… anything that would keep me from thinking about what could never be.Because out of nowhere, she was suddenly married to those useless, blind, undeserving fools who didn’t even value her.The thought alone made my jaw tighten.They had her a

96. Not anymore.

Melissa.The moment I stepped away from Amelia, the air felt different. It was lighter and clearer, as all her bad energy was cleansed away. It was more like I had just walked out of something suffocating and into a space where I could finally breathe again.But it didn’t last.Nothing ever did.I turned the corner of the corridor, my steps steady, my chin still raised from the confrontation, but inside… my thoughts were anything but calm.Her words echoed in my head, over and over again.They all knew, those bastards knew.It was all to get rid of you.I arranged the fire.My fingers curled slightly at my sides as I walked, nails digging faintly into my palm...it had never been a mistake.Every accusation.Every punishment.Every lash.Every drop of blood I had spilled…They had deliberately planned it.A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I continued walking, my steps slowing just a fraction.Of course they did.Why was I even surprised?I had always been the easy one to discard.The

97. Just ask.

Cypril.Melissa was a totally changed person. She had always craved my touch and melted into my embrace, and now she wouldn't even let me kiss her.I stood there, frozen and stunned. I was unable to move as I watched her walk away from me like it was the easiest thing in the world.My chest felt… tight, it was not a sharp pain, neither was it something I could easily name or understand.Just this heavy, suffocating pressure, sitting right where my wolf used to be, gone and empty.And somehow… she made me feel that loss even more.My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides, the tension building without release as my eyes remained fixed on her retreating figure.Step by step, she moved farther away.Each one widening the distance between us, her pace was steady and unhurried. Her back straight, her shoulders squared like nothing could bend her anymore.And just like that… she felt completely out of my reach.“Melissa…” The name slipped past my lips before I could stop it, soft, poi

98. Does She...?

Melissa.I had barely gotten to my room when I saw Davian and Ann running toward me like children, their footsteps echoing lightly against the floor as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. There was something so carefree, so unguarded in the way they moved, that it caught me off guard.A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.For a brief second, I allowed myself to feel it, the warmth, the familiarity, the strange comfort of not being alone. But just as quickly, reality settled back in. My body felt heavy, my mind even heavier. I needed rest. I needed silence. I needed to prepare for everything the day might bring.Hopefully, the triplets would be gone for good by noon.“Melissa, come save me!” Davian yelled, his voice bright and full of energy as he rushed toward me.“Don’t, Melissa….you aren’t going to choose him over me, are you?” Ann added quickly, her tone carrying a playful edge, though there was something beneath it, something sharper, harder to

99. Don't you dare?

MELISSA.“And what does it look like I am doing?” I shot back, my voice edged with defiance as I turned to face him fully. My expression hardened, every trace of hesitation gone. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, Caleb?” I continued, my brows knitting together as anger flickered across my face. “How dare you barge into my room?”The words came out faster now, fueled by the frustration tightening in my chest. This wasn’t just about the interruption, it was the audacity of it. The entitlement.“Come on, spare me that!” Caleb snapped, his tone rising as he took a step closer, his presence imposing, suffocating. His eyes burned with something fierce, anger, disbelief, maybe even something darker. “You are still my wife,” he added, each word deliberate, almost accusing. "How can you go about kissing another man… and not just any man, but my cousin?”His words hit the air like a challenge, like a claim he still believed he had the right to make.I let out a quiet, humorless scoff.“M

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