All Chapters of The Alpha's Bullied Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alex's P.O.V The antidote arrived the next morning, along with the contract. It was sealed in a vial, to be injected into one of the main arteries that would lead directly to the heart. Cameron, Freya and I gathered around the Alpha's desk, along with Darcia and Sarah, as the Alpha opened the seal on the box using the code that Alpha Krimson had sent specifically to the Alpha and one that none of us were made aware of. It was like opening the Holy Grail. A burst of hope and fear. My emotions threatened to overwhelm me, but I held on with teeth gritting strength. My heart thundered inside my chest as the Alpha took out the transparent vial. The liquid inside the vial was colorless as well and for a second, I was anxious if we had been cheated. But thankfully, Alpha Charles had thought about that possibility as well and Daisy and the pack doctor Damien Shaw, who usually looked after the human mates of the pack, stood outside the office, ready to take the sample fo

Rogue Wolf's P.O.V The haze cleared from my mind slowly. The red receding from my eyes to leave my vision crystal clear. It felt like I was finally able to breathe after gasping for air for ages. It was like waking up from a horrible nightmare filled with blood and gory. But in reality, I knew that it had never really been a nightmare. I had been trapped inside my own mind. A prisoner who was unable to speak or move while my wolf took control of my entire body, ripping and tearing apart anything or anyone that stood in her way. But it seemed to be all over now, right? That haunting, everlasting nightmare that I never thought I could escape from? It was really over…right? My breath came in pants, but it still felt like I wasn't able to fill my lungs to the brim and I felt exhausted; mentally and physically drained. However, the first thing I saw when my vision finally came into focus…was a pair of beautiful green orbs staring right at me with open curiosity.

Mirage's P.O.V A rounded, watch-like object snapped shut around my wrist and I felt my jaws lock in place. Anger pulsed through my veins but I tried to rein it back in. There was no point in me getting angry. I should be grateful that I wasn't being thrown into another prison cell. But it still hurt. "This is an electronic monitor that keeps track of your heart beat and your vital body functions." Daisy explained to me. "The watch will send an electric impulse through your body, causing you to lose consciousness once your heartbeat reached 200bpm. That's usually the rate at which rogue's heart usually beats. Anger and fear that might cause the heartbeat to spike are still below 200bpm." "Wow," I told her without humor. "Shocking." Daisy paused in her task of fixing the device and gave me a look. "No matter how much we try to make you feel better with comforting words, I want to be blunt with you." She told

Mirage's P.O.V I sat in front of the vanity, untangling my wet hair from the mess it had turned into. I had noticed a hair dryer inside the bathroom earlier, while I had been showering, but I wanted to wait until my hair was straight again before I used that piece of machinery. Something was wrong with me…and I think it was why my memories were scrambled. When I had taken my clothes off to shower…I had immediately noticed the bruises. They stood out like a sore thumb and they were all over my body. It didn't leave much for the imagination. I had been captured and I had been tortured viciously; that much was immediately apparent. But for how long? Some of the bruises were old, but not all of them. I didn't want to believe it…what else could have happened to me. So I'd rather keep denying it until I regained my memories…no matter how obvious the clues were. I noticed the time on the wall, the date on the small calendar placed on my bedside table. They all fe

Mirage's P.O.V The dining area was humongous. That was the first thought I had as soon as I entered the room. There was a huge chandelier on the ceiling and the kitchen staffs were arranging food in those different can thingies that they use for big occasions. It was like a freaking five-star hotel for all I knew. And I had never been to a five star hotel in my life, for all I could remember. The huge hall was again divided into two other separate areas off to the side. One was a smaller room with a glass door and the other was a huge veranda where several tables and chairs were arranged, shaded from the sun-rays with huge umbrellas. Not knowing where to go, I kind of stood there awkwardly, looking around the place to see if there was any familiar face or if someone would come to guide me to a table like an actual five-star restaurant. Someone came inside through the doors that led to the open terrace and it made me jump back in fear, even though the boy h