All Chapters of Mated to My Alpha Bully : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHLOE’S POV In front of the mirror, I turned my head from side to side, trying to decide whether my hair looked better up or down. In the end, I let it fall loose in soft waves. Then I slipped into one of my new dresses—a midnight blue satin that skimmed my waist and stopped just above my knees, before finishing with a swipe of shimmering lip gloss. I couldn’t wait to have fun with Kristal and Sophie at the party. The only thing nagging at me was the message they had sent an hour ago, saying they had something important to tell me once they got to the estate. Neither of them would say what it was. They arrived minutes later, and I heard their excited voices before I even reached the foyer. Kristal wore a black jumpsuit, and Sophie was in white with gold earrings. They threw their arms around me, and all three of us squealed in the middle of the Dawson Estate. “Oh my God, this house is huge,” Kristal said, staring up at the chandelier. “There’s a literal fountai

CHLOE’S POVThe room went tense.Everyone who had been laughing a second ago turned their eyes on Drake, waiting. Even the music from downstairs seemed to fade, until all I could hear was the clink of a bottle being set down somewhere in the circle.I looked at Samuel. He was cheesing, practically glowing with pride at the chaos he had caused. I couldn’t believe he would ask something like that, and in front of all these people. He was obviously trying to start drama and make me feel like shit.I turned my attention to Drake, the same as everyone else.He was staring straight at me. I could feel him thinking hard. I hated that I was holding my own breath, waiting for his response.Would he really give an answer to that, or would he just wave it off and tell the group he’d rather take a shot or something?Then I saw it, the exact second amusement spread across his eyes.I hated my heart for stuttering under his gaze, and I hated that I secretly hoped he’d pick me.Drake looked over

CHLOE’S POV I’d seen Drake angry countless times, but nothing had prepared me for this. Before I could process what was happening, a low, furious grunt tore from his throat as he suddenly lunged at us. I watched in horror as he crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed Marcus by the shirt. He hauled him off me and drove a fist into his face. The dull crack echoed off the walls, and Marcus’s head snapped sideways. “What the fuck, man?!” Drake didn’t answer. He only snarled and hit him again, then again, each blow savage and precise. My heart pounded so violently it hurt, while my fingers twisted into the sheets as I scrambled back against the headboard. Drake had lost his damn mind. That was the only explanation to this. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Marcus roared, finally fighting back. He shoved Drake hard in the chest, sending him stumbling into the wall. A framed painting rattled before crashing to the floor beside him. Marcus didn’t waste the opening. He

DRAKE’S POV“This is kidnapping, by the way.”Her sharp voice rang out behind me as I turned the lock and pocketed the key.“Open the door now. I swear, if you don’t, I’m going to tell Alpha Victor about this.”I stood still for a moment, my jaw working at the threat.I had tried to keep my anger in check throughout the drive and all the way up here. But now, I was done holding it all in. With her standing just a few feet away, still insisting on being stubborn, I could feel my temper gradually slipping beyond my control.The urge to snap at her was becoming impossible to resist. Drawing a slow breath, I turned to face her.Chloe stood in the middle of my room, breathing heavily, her dress slipping off one shoulder.Her hair had come undone from the struggle, and her cheeks were flushed red. She should have looked afraid. Instead, she looked like she’d been waiting all night for a fight.“You better stop talking,” I warned, voice dropping to a low growl. “Stop talking, or I swear t

DRAKE’S POVChloe knelt on my bed, hands bound behind her back, her dress bunched around her waist while her red, sore ass raised toward me like an offering. I’d wanted this for days on end. Every time I closed my eyes, I’d seen it, and every night I’d had to claw my way through it alone. Wanting to fuck the living shit out of her wet, tight pussy had become a constant ache, and now she was finally here, right under my hands.I held her in place and ran my hand through her exposed folds. She was drenched. My fingers slid through her slick heat with no resistance at all, that brought a low sound rumbling in my chest. She was so wet that it almost made me dizzy.I pushed two fingers inside her, and her whole body tensed.I began to move them in and out, slowly at first, wanting to get her hot and ready for my cock. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers, and I grinned, because there was no hiding it. She was enjoying this. She wanted it just as much as I did.I smacked her ass