All Chapters of Mated to My Alpha Bully : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHLOE’S POV I stood at the entrance, staring down the empty hallway Drake had just walked through. He was joking… right? I wasn’t actually about to be marked by him tonight. Charles stepped forward, and calmly broke my train of thoughts. “My Lady. This way to your wing.” I snapped out of my daze and gave a stiff nod. I followed the butler to the right side of the mansion, stepping into an elevator that whisked us up to the fourth floor. We stepped out, rounded a corner, and Charles pushed open two massive double doors leading to my room. My jaw dropped, and I stared around in awe. The bedroom was huge, dripping with chandeliers and overflowing with fresh flower arrangements. Beyond the bedroom was a sprawling walk-in closet with glass displays for shoes and bags, while a marble bathroom, vanity, private lounge, and fully equipped workspace completed the suite. It was all done in undertones of blush pinks, crisp whites, and muted greys. Standing in the middle of it all,

DRAKE’S POV I told myself to look away. To focus on anything else, but I couldn't. I was taking Chloe from behind and couldn't stop looking at her ass, taking in how incredible she looked from this angle as she accepted every inch of me. I heard her try to stifle another moan, but this one managed to break free from her lips. "Mmm. God—" I felt my own pleasure rushing straight through my veins. The more I kept going, the more intoxicating the sensation became. This wasn’t the plan. I had come here to do exactly what my father instructed and get the bloody marking over with. I was supposed to fuck Chloe from behind to avoid looking at her face or making any part of this intimate. Instead, the deeper I went, the harder I had to fight my own urges. I was fighting the urge to smack her jiggling ass, to grab her damp hair and force her to ride me faster. I was fighting the psychotic urge to flip her over and take her some other way, teasing her while she pretended she wasn't enjo

CHLOE’S POV Whispers spread through the hall as everyone looked back and forth between me and Drake. The Elder waited for the noise to settle before turning back to Alpha Victor. “That is not according to principle. The Alpha heir's mate is not to be marked until she has undergone the leadership test." He paused. "Citizens will not be pleased if word of this gets out." Victor laughed lightly. "Well, she had already been marked by my son when they first discovered they were fated mates. It's one of the reasons I rushed the marriage." I froze. I had only been marked last night. Why was he lying? The Elder looked toward Drake. "Is this true, Alpha Heir?" I turned toward Drake, holding my breath. He didn't flinch. Back straight, chin high, eyes fixed on the Elder. "Yes," he said calmly. "That was what happened." I nearly fell out of my seat. Why was he lying too? Victor chuckled again. "Teenagers. Can you blame them? The bond was simply too strong to control, and so was their

DRAKE'S POV The second I finished changing out of my suit, I walked out of the building, climbed straight into the car, and ordered the driver to pull away. I had come with Chloe but couldn’t be bothered to wait around for her. She could figure out her own ride back to the estate. An hour later, the car swept through the iron gates of the Dawson Estate. As soon as I stepped into the foyer, Charles glided forward with a polite bow. “Master Drake. You have a visitor.” I paused, frowning. Before I could ask who, the soft, familiar click of heels echoed across the marble floor, and a slight body collided with my chest in a desperate hug. I didn’t need to look down to know who it was. The sweet floral perfume and soft blonde hair gave her away instantly. My arms came up on instinct to catch her. Prisca was fragile, and I had spent years making sure nothing knocked her off her feet. “Please forgive me for not coming sooner,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to look up at me

CHLOE’S POV The next morning, I woke with Drake's face flashing through my mind before I had even fully opened my eyes. I cursed out loud, shaking my head. I'm not going to waste a single second thinking about that jerk today! I dressed in a clean, professional outfit, and when the bedroom chime rang, Joyce glided into the suite. "I hope you had a refreshing night, my Lady," she greeted smoothly. "Today, we begin proper lessons on national politics and the pack dynamics of the National Assembly." I almost groaned aloud. After spending all of yesterday forcing a smile and biting my tongue for the cameras, the last thing I wanted was another day of being told what I could and couldn't do. But the reminder of why I was trapped here—my mother's crushing debt and the looming Luna’s leadership test, forced me to swallow my complaints. I followed Joyce down to the library, and we spent hours on legal codes, pack ethics, the hierarchy of the assembly, and my administrative duties as