Semua Bab MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Davian.“What's seriously going on?” I asked again, my voice filled with confusion as my gaze shifted between Louis and Melissa.The more I looked at them, the less any of this made sense.My mind immediately replayed everything that had happened not too long ago—the way Louis had stood close to her and the way his attention had remained fixed on her, the possessiveness in his actions, the protectiveness in his voice—none of it felt normal and none of it felt casual.I frowned deeply.Then I shook my head.No.That couldn't be it.I was probably overthinking things and drawing conclusions where there weren't any.It wasn't possible.Louis didn't love her.At least, that was what I kept telling myself.“You definitely aren't that dumb to understand, right?” Ann suddenly said, her voice dripping with disdain.The glare she directed at me made her opinion painfully obvious.Normally, I would have responded, normally, her attitude would have irritated me.But right now, I couldn't bring m

Louis.Honestly, I had completely forgotten about it. Forgotten about the suspicion that had crossed my mind before—the possibility that Davian actually liked Melissa.It wasn't as though I had never noticed the signs.I had.There had been moments—small moments. Moments that, looking back now, seemed painfully obvious.The way his attention drifted toward her whenever she entered a room. The way his mood seemed to shift around her and the way he listened whenever she spoke.But I never allowed myself to dwell on it, never allowed myself to think about it for too long.Because doing so would have created a problem I didn't want to face.After all, Ann liked him.And in my mind, that should have been enough—Ann cared about him, and she wanted him.So naturally, I had convinced myself that eventually he would have no choice but to like her back.That things would work themselves out.That whatever interest he had elsewhere would disappear with time.At least, that was what I kept telli

Amelia.I woke and immediately turned toward the other side of the bed, but it was empty. The sheets were cold.A frown settled on my face as I pushed myself upright and glanced around the room."Cain?" I called softly.But there was no answer.I slipped out of bed and headed for the door, wondering where he had gone so early.The moment I stepped into the hallway, voices reached my ears—loud voices, angry voices.My brows furrowed.What was going on?Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed the sound until the source of the commotion came into view.The scene unfolding before me made my lips curl into a thin smile.For a brief moment, I considered stepping forward and making my presence known, as I could have easily inserted myself into the situation but then I stopped.No.That would be a mistake.Instead, I remained hidden and watched.Melissa.Of course it was Melissa.Who else could create this much chaos?My jaw tightened as I stared at her.She always had a way of making

MELISSA.I kept staring at Cypril, wondering what exactly it was that he wanted to tell me.The urgency in his expression was obvious.His chest was still rising and falling heavily from whatever rush had brought him here, yet I wasn't particularly interested.Not after everything that had happened between us and not after all the trouble he had caused.Still, his words about needing to talk lingered in my mind.What could possibly be so important?My brows furrowed slightly.I parted my lips, intending to speak.Perhaps it would be easier to hear him out and get it over with but before a single word could leave my mouth, the door opened again.Both Ann and I turned instinctively.The moment my eyes landed on the newcomer, my breath caught."Louis!" I called out, as I immediately moved forward, while shock flashed across my face.Just moments ago, he had been perfectly fine, yet now, bruises covered parts of his face.There was blood smeared along his cheek.The sight alone was enough

Cypril.I hadn't even gotten my wolf yet, and she was already so eager to reject me.The thought alone felt like a blade being driven straight into my chest.A deep, unbearable ache spread through my chest, tightening around my heart until it became difficult to breathe. It felt as though someone had reached inside me and ripped away something vital, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that threatened to consume me completely.This was worse—worse than losing her in that fire.Back then, there had at least been hope—fragile, painful hope, but hope nonetheless. Hope that she was still somewhere out there in the world, breathing, existing, waiting. Hope that fate, in all its cruel and unpredictable ways, would eventually twist things back into place and bring her back to me when the time was right.I had not seen her body. I had not been forced to confront that final, irreversible truth. So in my mind, no matter how much time passed, no matter how much silence stretched between us, there