All Chapters of MATED TO MY POSSESSIVE BULLIES: THE ALPHA TRIPLETS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VALERIE'S POV★I wiped the tears as I walked down the corridor. How could Grey talk to me in such a condescending way? He literally insulted me. I wasn't going to stand there and let him embarrass me for filth so I spoke back. I wanted him to feel how he hurt me. I deserved to feel my pain. I inhaled deeply as I cut a corner in the corridor heading to the stairs. I thought he would have come after me to demand why I left his room because I slammed his bedroom door in his face. I thought of returning to his door, breaking it open, and hurling words at him, but I knew better.I bit those words and continued my little stroll down the stairs, not minding to look back as my wolf wanted. She was doing her very best to turn my head and make me return to his room and maybe find a way to get him to apologize to me and maybe find a way we could both reconcile our differences. I managed to subdue it out of anger. As I neared the staircase to go downstairs, then emerged the maids, three at a

VALERIE'S POV★"So how did it go?" Skylar asked me over breakfast. She was up so early to even take the breakfast with me and bruh, I wasn't ready to eat with the triplets so we met up at the dining room on the seconf floor where no one eats .None of them were of any help. First, it was Grey, then Kaden and…the last I wouldn't want to stress me was Ansel. They were all the same.I sighed, and she smiled, understanding what the sigh meant."He's still not ready to train you?" Skylar asked further, and I nodded sluggishly.She was referring to Grey."He said no and was bitching about it. Like why does he have to be an asshole every chance he gets." I complained and Skylar sipped her drink.I was very sure she would be tired of hearing the same old thing a million years but that was what best friends were for, I guess."Who would train me now?" I pouted and rested my hand on the table before me, my childish cry made her laugh."Don't be silly, Val." She chuckled, "And you should know I

ValerieThe dense canopy of the ancient forest protected me from the harshness of the afternoon sun. The air was thick with the earthy scent of the trees and moss.I had no idea when I had gotten to the forest. My legs just took me here as I wanted to create enough distance between Greg and myself. He was really messing with my head.I heard the sounds of flowing water ahead of me. I felt a bit excited to try it out.I didn't know why but I just loved water.I approached the babbling cool stream and I felt my race as I stepped closer to the water's edge feeling its coolness in the air. The stream was not that wide and its surface reflected the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. Without hesitation, I plunged into the cool embrace of the stream.I swam against the gentle current and soon, I reached the edge of the water. I pulled my hair off my face as I rested on the rock. I could not understand what was the problem with Kaden and Grey.Kaden and Grey. Most especially, Grey

Valerie's POV★I could not believe this. Only Ansel's mother was able to read the inscription on the dagger? How was that possible? Was there some kind of connection between this dagger and me?I looked at Ansel as if I heard him saying some jargon.But after a moment of contemplation, he offered a rare smile, "Perhaps, it was meant to be." He declared, his eyes reflecting a profound sense of trust. "You were chosen to understand its meaning. Carry it with you, let its strength be yours."What was he saying? It seemed like he was talking in parables."I doubt I'm the chosen one for this dagger." I made an airy laugh, "I can't even deliver a punch well." I stated nervously.Now, that was getting a little bit weird.Ansel and I shared a burst of heartfelt laughter. Kind of, Hilarious."But that does not change the fact that it belongs to you," He smiled as he walked towards the wardrobe. He opened it and rummaged inside of it like he was searching for something."Oh, I found it." I hea

VALERIE'S POV★It dawns as bright and fresh as any perfect early spring day, the remaining dried leaves on the ground glittering like diamonds in the bright morning sun. The air crackled with my nervous energy as I follow the road to the Village Square, where the duel will take place. Every single year I’ve come to watch others fight and train, it was unbelievable that I got to have a duel with Greg. I felt the lingering gaze even when I was not participating. This day is something I’ve dreaded for along time. Everyone in the pack is out and on their way to watch, buzzing with excitement as they chatter amongst themselves. They are excited, and a small part of me that still has hope should be too, but I’ve got more chance of a thousand flying unicorns filling the sky than this day turning out good for me. The girls from all over the pack steal nervous glances at the males, as if we’re on our way to a school dance instead of arguably the most important event in our lives. I met Gre