All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLY AND HIS UNCLE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ALLISON Jason's somber expression hardened into a stern look. “You've got to be kidding me, Allie. I can handle a little break, but I'll never let you go," he gritted out before storming off.Feeling lost and unsure of what to make of the situation, I let out a heavy sigh. But as I sank back onto the bed, memories of Jason flooded my mind, and a stray tear rolled down my cheek.I might have acted bold earlier, but inside, I was consumed with pain – as if a sharp knife had been stabbed right into my chest.Jason wasn't just my ex-boyfriend; he was my first love, the guy who took my flowers and stayed by my side for three whole years. Our relationship was incredibly mutual, so much so that I never imagined finding myself in this situation. I always dreamed of starting a family with him once we graduated, despite my mom's skepticism about him. He was perfect to me... But now, I guess those dreams are shattered.The creak of the door interrupted my thoughts, and I lifted my gaze to see

~ANDREWShe slammed the door in my face, her anger clear as day. But my own fury burned hotter as I watched her march toward the front door."God damnit!"I punched the airbag, trying to let off steam, but my frustration only intensified as thoughts of her plans tonight played on repeat in my mind.I can't believe a college girl's scheme could rile me up like this.Still, I had to hand it to her. She had a talent for getting under my skin with every sassy remark.“We've got one hell of a wild mate, Adolph," I muttered to my wolf as I parked the car and stepped out."Then let's tame her. She wants you, and it would be an easy task," he replied, painting some steamy scenes in my mind.I shook my head, quickly banishing the images before they could take hold.Adolph scoffed, "So... basically, you don't want to tame her, and you want another guy to do it. Am I right or am I right?"His words stabbed at me, causing a sharp headache. The idea of them together in bed felt like poison.Before

~ANDREW.Blinking my eyes open to a gentle tap on my arm rousing me from sleep, I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering dizziness. Squinting against the sudden brightness, I finally noticed Allison standing before me."Hey?" I croaked, still feeling a bit sleepy. I must have looked like a mess because she chuckled softly."Good morning," she greeted, smiling brightly. I mustered a tired smile in return and attempted to sit up, only to be met with a stabbing ache in my neck. "Are you okay?" she asked, noticing my discomfort."Not too great, but I'll manage," I replied, taking in her appearance. "You're all set for school?""Yeah, it's almost nine, and I'm running late for my first class as usual," she replied, rolling her eyes playfully."Why didn't you wake me when you got up?" I inquired as I watched her gather her things.With her back to me as she blow-dried her hair, she answered, "I figured you needed more rest... I mean, you were up watching me sleep past midnight.

~ALLISONPainting has always been my go-to activity whenever my day starts off dull or when everything seems to bore me.I can't really put into words what painting makes me feel. It's like the moment I sit before my board and pick up my brush, my boredom fades bit by bit as I let my brush roam freely, reflecting whatever is on my mind.Sometimes, I have nothing in mind and just move my brush absentmindedly on the board.Surprisingly, these paintings I create out of sheer boredom often gain more admiration than the ones I make when I'm in high spirits.Mrs. Ann, my art tutor, often calls them my masterpieces, but I totally disagree. They're just candid paintings without any clear or relatable meaning in each stroke of the pencil or touch of color.Nonetheless, everyone appreciates art differently. I guess Mrs. Ann's perspective on creativity is a bit odd.As much as I get really creative when bored, I can't say the same for this moment.Right now, I'm sitting before my board, making a

~ALLISONThe cafeteria wasn't too crowded, thankfully, so finding a seat was a breeze. Otherwise, we might've been left standing or even skipped lunch altogether. But let's be real, who could survive the day without munching on the school's delicious hotdogs?Personally, I'd love to have a bucket of Crestview's hotdogs in my grave when I die. It's that good.As we settled into our seats after ordering, Lydia casually mentioned, "Just a short vacation to France."But her flushed cheeks and the excitement sparkling in her blue eyes hinted at something more. Definitely not as simple as she claimed.I shot her a look, silently urging her to spill every detail, just as the waiter brought our orders to the table.As the waiter finished settling our orders, I gave her a nod of thanks and dug into my hotdog, taking a generous bite while Lydia started talking.With a wide grin, she blurted out, "I hooked up with a few French guys..."Her words caught me off guard, and I ended up coughing out m