All Chapters of My Mate; My bully: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

‘Look how scared he is’, Jane’s wolf laughed. ‘I can feel it.’Jane could feel it, too. Even through the hatred of his evil red glare, she felt the fear leaking into the air like a pierced balloon. His lycan was larger than the others, but not near as big as hers.His claws protruded from his hands, his posture hulking as she paced back and forth, stalking him around the parlor. All the crap he'd pulled her into over the course of her first semester swirled in her head. The audacity and entitlement he held for himself.He tried to take her mark from her, tried to take her mate from her, without any care that he'd ruin her life. Ruin what was meant to happen... all for some army he wanted to build?Well, the joke was on him because she planned to tear down every lycan in this place until he had no army, no kingdom, and no chance of concocting another evil plan.The other wolves had left the parlor; she sensed they were alone, and it felt good knowing they trusted her enough to take dow

Jane soared in-between trees, over brush and stumps, into the night with the moon as her guide. Aunt Demetria refused to ride home with Kerry in his truck, so Dan was forced to take her home before going to the pack house.Jane was glad. She didn't want to ride in a vehicle with them for over an hour with so much tension. She wanted to run-her wolf wanted to run-with Alex. Though Kerry tagged along behind them, he didn't complain about taking the long way back to the truck. Not that she would have cared if he had.It'd been a long few weeks, and Jane felt her wolf deserved it. After her talk with her father, her body felt tired. He'd lied to her for so long. How had she never noticed anything weird-or out of the ordinary- about her father? She felt foolish. And for him to keep so much bottled up he was grumpy…no wonderShe wanted to forgive him, and she would, but she needed time. She had a freaking lycan-werewolf locked inside of her for years, and he kept her from seeing her true s

"That blasted mockingbird," Demetria groaned into her pillow.She hadn't been asleep long when the devil bird decided to land in the tree outside her window for her morning serenade. Sleep had escaped her for the past week, and she was in desperate need of a straight eight hours. It'd been torture needing the shuteye, but not being able to force herself to do it.After the last several weeks, she deserved some damn sleep. Deep down she knew why she couldn't shut her eyes for long... because he wasn't there. Kerry Donovan. Her hottie werewolf mate. The one that she knew could put her to sleep.Groaning, she kicked her legs wildly in her bed, scaring her Siamese cat off the edge.Why had the gods been so cruel? She was kind. She'd been a good witch. What mirror had she broken in a past life? Her body ached to be with Kerry, every fiber of her being wanted it, needed it, but she knew better. Especially since she'd had that hovering feeling of someone watching her. The invisible eyes that

FLASHBACK Jane stopped for coffee. Coffee. It was then Demetria realized Jane didn't comprehend the severity of the situation. Jane had only lived in the supernatural world for a short time, and they were able to defeat the bad guys. This time it wouldn't be that easy. Dark magic was different from the magic Demetria was born with. It had no limits. No boundaries. You want to bring someone back to life.Sure. Now hand over your life for it.You didn't get something with dark magic without taking something away. It was the balance of the universe, and Jane was getting…coffee."Do you want anything?" she asked over her shoulder.Demetria gave her a deadpanned look. "Jane, Sweetie, I'm going to be dead in five minutes, it won't matter if I'm energized or not."Jane gave the worker a look and chuckled. "She's joking. Here, keep the change."She looped her arm through Demetria's, andtugged her out of the coffee shop toward the courtyard."Aunt D. We're going to figure this out—,"Demet

Jack’s scream roared in Demetria's ears along with the growing wind of the portal. She'd never been in one, or created one, but they were well known for traveling throughout the witchy world. Demetria held onto his coat, praying she wasn't sucked out of it, and a house tossed on top of her or something. When the wind began to die, the portal fizzled out, and she fell to the wet dew covered ground. The smell was woodsy, like she'd been dropped into a forest after a big rain. The field around her was wet from morning dew, and the sun peeked over the distant hills. The scenery wasn't doom and gloom like the one she expected. It was ... nice and poetic. There were wild purple flowers growing tall, and the sound of a river close by. It almost warmed Demetria's soul to be there, until Ike stood up from a place several feet away, and dusted off his outfit. His clothes were bloody and ripped to shreds. It made Demetria smile. Way to go, Jane. When he looked over, she could sense the ang