All Chapters of MATED TO THREE, DESPISED BY ALL. : Chapter 211 - Chapter 215

Ann.I woke up to a room bathed in bright, unforgiving morning light.The bed beside me was empty. Melissa had obviously slipped out quietly while I was still asleep, likely heading back to the medical wing to check on Bella. I sat up slowly, my head throbbing with a dull ache from hours of crying, my throat feeling dry as sandpaper.I looked down at my wrinkled dress, then at the spot on the rug near my wardrobe where Davian had pinned me down. The humiliation, the heartbreak, and the lingering taste of his forbidden kiss flared up in my chest all over again.But I didn't cry. The tears were gone, drained out of me completely during the night. In their place was a cold, iron-clad resolve.I stood up, stripped off the wrinkled clothes, washed my face with ice-cold water, and pulled on a fresh tunic. I smoothed down my hair, steeled my heart, and walked straight out of my bedroom.I wasn't going to sit in my room acting like a fragile victim waiting for him to barge in again. I wasn't

Caleb. Leaving Cain and Cypril in our quarters, I stepped out into the crisp morning air, my mind racing with a singular, desperate mission.Cypril was right. Leaving like defeated dogs wasn't going to fix anything. If we wanted a single sliver of a chance at earning Melissa’s forgiveness, we had to show up. We had to prove that we were genuinely, deeply sorry for the terror we had inflicted on her.I marched straight down the stone steps toward the estate garden, my heart hammering against my ribs. I knew a pathetic bunch of flowers couldn't undo months of fear or erase the scars we left on her soul. I wasn't stupid. But I had to start somewhere. I needed to do something with my own hands—something soft, something gentle, something that showed her I was willing to strip away every ounce of my toxic Alpha pride just to get back on her good side.The garden was quiet, bathed in the soft, golden hues of early morning. I stepped onto the cobblestone path, bending down near a thick bush

Maddy.The leader was not someone we could joke with or defy. The leader is our benefactor, to be precise—a force of nature whose command was absolute and whose shadow stretched over every choice we made.Leonard had once been saved by the leader when he was close to his death doors, dragged back from the brink when nobody else cared if he lived or died. Because of that debt, we swore allegiance to serve with all our life without questioning. Everything we had built, every lie we had told, and now all that we do, we do for the greater cause.I regained my senses, shaking off the sudden chill that had paralyzed me, and stared back at Leonard.“We need to act fast…” I said almost immediately, my chest heaving as I swallowed hard, trying to force down the bile rising in my throat. "...there is no time to delay any longer, it's time for the awakening,” I added, my hands trembling slightly against the soft fabric of the bedsheets.Honestly, this was going to be so hard for me, but what exa