All Chapters of Mated to My Alpha Bully : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHLOE’S POVI stared up at Drake, my wrists burning in their leather binds above my head, his breath hot against my face.I was never going to give in. No matter how good he fucked me, how roughly he talked to me, or how many times he tried to drive me to the edge, I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. I owed him no apology. I was only fucking him right now because I needed the release. The bond had been eating at me for days, and no matter how much I hated him, sex with him always seemed to be the only thing that eased the discomfort. Even when I’d used my dildo, it hadn’t left me this excited, this aching, this thirsty.But I’d be damned if I let him know that.I kept glaring daggers at him while his breath tickled my lips. “I’m not apologizing when I didn’t do shit,” I spat. “So do your worst!”His eyes darkened.He gripped the edge of my gown and pulled it down my body, the thin straps tearing as the fabric slid past my hips and off my legs, until only my bra remained.

DRAKE’S POVMy eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I noticed was the soft morning light slipping through the curtains.For a few seconds, I lay there half asleep, trying to work out where I was. Then my gaze shifted, and I saw Chloe’s face just inches from mine.Somehow, during the night, we’d moved closer. She was practically curled against me, one hand resting on my chest, her breath warm against my collarbone.I went completely still.Then the memories rushed over me like a wave. The argument. The anger. The way I’d let the bond and my feral side take over. How I’d lost myself in her and finally released the agonizing pain that had been eating at my body for days. I couldn’t believe how much I’d enjoyed that relief, or that any of it had actually happened.I kept staring at her, trying to make sense of it. The light fell across her face, illuminating every detail. Her plump lips. Her straight nose. The long lashes resting against her cheeks and the tiny freckles scattered

CHLOE’S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about Drake.The last time I’d seen him was when his phone woke me up and he rushed out of the room after we’d slept together. I had no clue where he’d gone in such a hurry. He’d disappeared for the rest of the day, and when I asked Charles about him this morning, he told me Drake hadn’t spent the night at the mansion.I stepped out with a knot in my stomach, knowing I’d have to go to school alone. It was Monday, the start of a new week, and classes were officially beginning. Under normal circumstances, I would have been excited. Instead, all I could think about was the night we’d spent together. How it had left me strangely relieved and recharged, with an unfamiliar happiness lingering when I woke up. I wanted to know if Drake felt it too. I hated that I cared. But that was why I’d hoped to talk to him that morning after. It was frustrating that he’d bolted instead.I couldn’t help but to think that what if he’d faked the emergency because

A WEEK AGO TRISTAN’S POV Being the star quarterback of the Sterling Heights Silverfangs had never come easy. It came with immense popularity and constant attention around school, which meant keeping an easy smile for every fan and every teammate who wanted a piece of me, even on days where I wasn’t in the mood. Today, unfortunately, was one of those days. I stepped out of my cyber truck which I had just parked on campus and shut the door harder than necessary. Three weeks ago, I’d gotten into a fight at a party with Nic Callahan, my douchebag teammate who was now dating my ex, Abby. I hadn’t even wanted to go to that party. It was supposed to be a stupid hangout after we won a game, and I’d only gone to spare a few hours for the guys. Everything was fine until I heard Nic and Abby arguing. Knowing how aggressive Nic could get, I went to check, and found him gripping her arm hard enough to make her wince. Whatever their issues were, he had no right to put his h

DRAKE’S POVPulling into the driveway of Prisca’s mansion, I brought the car to a stop. The engine idled softly in the quiet, and I let out a long breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Three days of sleeping in her guest room, checking on her every few hours, and answering the same worried questions had left me more drained than I thought. Prisca smiled at me. “Finally, we’re here.”She was about to step out when she noticed I hadn’t moved. Her hand paused on the door, and she looked back at me.“Aren’t you coming in?”“Not today. I need to get back to the estate.”Her smile faded. “Why? You promised you’d stay longer, at least until I feel better.”“But you are feeling better now.” I said, “Besides, I’ve been away for three days, and I have some things to take care of at the mansion.”It was the truth, though not the whole of it. I watched her face fall, the disappointment settling in her golden eyes, and guilt tugged at me. I hated being the cause of that look. But I couldn’