All Chapters of The Alpha's Bullied Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Cameron's P.O.V I slept with my arms securely around Freya, perfectly content and happy. The moment that I had felt the mating bond snap into place had been the best feeling in the entire world. My wolf had finally found its other half and I had my mate in my arms. There was nothing that could separate us now and that was how I preferred it to stay. The mental connection had been the biggest benefit of all. The bond now pulsated with a vivid gold light inside my head and I could see Freya's energy intertwined with mine. Moreover, she was now a witch. She had yet to learn to control her powers, but that wasn't an issue. She had her entire life to learn magic now and I was going to be there for her every step of the way. Freya stirred in my arms, groaning as she wrapped her hands tightly around my shoulders. I thought she might be having a bad dream, but then she looked up at me groggily and gave me a smile that melted my heart. "Morning." I whispe

Freya's P.O.V I traced the paw prints on the wet sand, tiny little ones followed by larger ones. The larger ones were just as big as my own foot prints. The winds from the sea shore blew my long hair back from my face; I knew they would be hell to untangle, but I wanted to let my hair down for once and feel the wind blowing through them, making me feel free. This took me back to ages ago, when I had once been a tormented teenager, lost and confused; wanting nothing more than to end my life because it had lost all meaning. Today, I had everything I could possibly dream of, everything the seventeen year old Freya didn't even have the luxury of dreaming about. Maybe this was why the saying always went 'it has to get worse before it gets better'. I knew from the experiences in my own life that those words were so very true. I had to stare death in the face multiple times before I could have my happily ever after with my soulmate. Was it always happily ev

Julian's P.O.V 'Dear Big Sis… I met a girl recently…and I think she's a witch.' "Shit!" I deleted the entire text and stared grudgingly at my screen. "Who the fuck writes 'Dear' in their emails anymore?" Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes and thought about what to write to my sister or how to place the pressing issue at hand. My ginormous crush on Dixie Vaughn, the 'goth' girl that had stolen my heart at first sight. The first day of college had been the most uneventful day of my life; completely different from what I had imagined the day to be like. But when I had entered my first class of the day, thinking that this would be just as eventful as a middle-aged professor with glasses entered with a pile of books and began introducing the subject and himself to the class…in had come Dixie, wearing all black, her hair in braids and metal hoops and a dragon tattoo on one hand, that covered the entire length of her arm. Her crop top

Alex's P.O.V I went back to the packhouse late next morning. I knew I was going to get in trouble as soon as I stepped into the dining area to sneak something to eat back to my room but came face to face with Freya instead. Luna in training and a powerful witch in her own right, Cameron's mate raised her eyebrows at me as soon as she saw me sneak in. "Judging from the stench of alcohol on your clothes, I'd say you're sneaking back in after some wild late night endeavors." She shook her head in disappointment. "Sit down, Alex. I'll get you something to eat." Sighing, I took a seat at the little dining table especially for the higher rank members, the table that we had been using since we were kids. Hardly ten minutes later, Freya laid out an entire feast in front of me that included almost all of my favorite breakfast items and a large cup of piping hot coffee. My eyes narrowed at her absolutely angelic expression. "You're babying m

Alex's P.O.V "Get me the tranquilizer." I shouted at the man following behind me as I held out my hand for the gun. He did so immediately, without hesitation. If the guards were right and this was really a rogue, then there would be no reasoning with it. The best option should have been to get an actual gun and shoot it through the head… But there was this nagging feeling inside my mind that I shouldn't kill it. 'Are you sure we should keep it alive?' One of the patrol guards asked via the mental link. They were currently in the clearing near the beach where the rogue had been spotted, with tattered clothes and blood all over her body. 'Positive', I replied to the guard. 'Keep the patrol unit armed with tranqs, just in case there are more of them to follow.' 'Affirmative.' It was a high risk, keeping a rogue alive, but I had to. My wolf kept telling me that I 'had' to. My wolf had never been this desperate before, especial