All Chapters of BULLIED BY THE ALPHA PRINCE: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

KAMILA’S POVThe second I settle on my resolve is the second she pops my shoulder back into place, taking me off guard and drawing a louder groan from my lips. "There, all better," she announces with glee, and now I’m furious. I glare at her; I hate her now. I make sure she knows how much I hate her, how disgusted I am by her, with my eyes, glaring at her as if she’s nothing but filth, not even worthy of touching me. Yet her smile never fades. Instead, she pats my head softly, pulling away to get my soup.I don't want to eat; I turn my face away once her soup-filled spoon reaches my lips, showing my revolt, until the sweet smell hits my nose. It's the soup I loved as a girl, chicken soup made with just carrots. The smell permeates my nose, breaking through my well-constructed wall of defiance and reminding me how hungry I am. I struggle with it until I give in, opening my mouth to take the soup, and the burst of flavors fills me with warmth and nostalgia, all from chil

ARTEMIS’ POV My search for Seraphina has brought me back home, the last place I want to be right now. Standing just outside the large doors of my home, I knock on the thick wood, stepping back and waiting for a response while taking calming deep breaths. If I want my father's cooperation, I need to remain calm and reasonable, giving him no reason not to tell me where he has her. That, or I could threaten it out of him. I don’t want to be forced to, but damn it, if it came to using threats against my own father, I would, just to find her and get her to safety. It takes a few seconds before the doors open, and I’m grateful it's fast enough before I'm tempted to tear it down myself. The butler stands in my way, his eyes widening the moment he recognizes me, and he takes a quick bow. I walk right past him. "Where is father?" I ask, walking briskly. I haven’t been home since the last time Seraphina was here. Her very brief presence here has somehow changed the way I view the entiret

SERAPHINA’S POVThe place where our connection rests, close to my heart, turns ice cold instantly, and pain suddenly ripples through every bit of my body. I scream in agony, falling forward and onto my knees, trembling from pain that melts everything in my body yet freezes my heart into hard ice, coughing and wheezing for air while vomiting nothing but bile from my stomach. It hurts horribly, feeling something die so gruesomely from within me… until it doesn’t, and then I feel nothing… I don’t feel the mate bond. I don’t feel Artemis. I only feel a void so deep, so devastatingly dark and endless, swirling inside me.“You feel it, don’t you?” Gideon asks, standing over me, staring down with contempt. “…you feel what it is to lose your mate.” Nothing he’s saying makes sense, even while my world spins. I look at Artemis again, not moving. Why isn’t he moving…? This can’t be the end. Isn’t there some kind of werewolf thing that can mend his heart back?Artemis can’t be

ARTEMIS’ POVBoth her hands come up in surrender. “Relax… please,” she says, trembling with a hint of fear in her eyes yet with a little softness. She hangs her head low the next second. “I was trying to save your life; that’s why you’re here. Though I didn’t think it would work. Your heart was gone,” she says, a hint of disbelief in her voice and the way she stares at me like I'm some ghost. Even she wasn’t expecting me to be alive, and truly, all of it feels strange. The sudden energy in my blood, the sensitivity of my eyes and ears picking up the slightest sensations quickly. I can feel the change, doubting if I truly am a Lycan or if I was just dreaming the whole encounter.“I don’t need saving, especially not from you,” I say, rushing to get up before the pain from my wound hits hard. I wince from the pain, unknowingly grabbing too hard at the headrest of the bed frame. It shatters with ease in my grasp from the little force, crumbling like sand. I stare at my han

SERAPHINA’S POVI am nothing… nothing but a pound of flesh, an offering meant to strengthen the enemy and bring more suffering to the remnants of a world that once meant everything to me. I lack the strength and the will to shed even a single tear; I dare not cry for myself, for the end that looms ominously close, nor do I mourn for those I've inadvertently harmed by merely existing, by believing I had any right to the breaths drawn from the universe. I exist in silence, awaiting my tragic conclusion.All I feel is Grendaline, like a restless soul hovering around me, basking me in warmth that desperately tries to reach a heart I no longer possess. Though she does not speak, I feel her—her fretting and sadness, her worry for me when there's no point. I was never a good witch, despising what I was whenever the opportunity presented itself, fleeing from the power in my blood. Then again, I was never a good person either, bringing death wherever I went, ruining the lives of ever