All Chapters of The Alpha's Bullied Mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mirage's P.O.V "Why?" I screamed, my voice scrubbed raw as I looked at the woman I was a splitting image of. "Why do I have to follow you around all this time? Why can't I just…stop! I'm fed up of all this, mom! I just want this to end!" Maya Alejandro, former beta to the Dark Water pack, a powerful wolf who had lost everything in the name of love, and the woman who was my mother…slapped me across the face. "You think I'm not?" She asked; her voice soft, yet firm. "You think I've been doing this for the last twenty one years just for fun? Moving from one place to another; making sure all our traces has been erased. Constantly changing jobs to try to keep putting food on the table. Your father and I are trying our best, Mira. The least you can do if be grateful for what we have!" "To what end, mom?" A broken sob escaped my lips. "We're all alone. We don't have family, we don't have friends. When my classmates

Mirage's P.O.V Daisy opened the cell door to reveal the reddish brown wolf lying on the cold marble floor. "Be careful." She warned me while handing me the blanket she had been holding in her hand. I nodded at her, a small smile on my face that I had to force myself to stay in place. As soon as the doors closed behind me, I slid the spare key into my pocket and walked towards the unconscious wolf. It looked like he was sleeping, but from the blood on the floor, I could tell that he had been injured. I placed the blanket on his lower half, to protect his modesty when he turned back. And then I sat down on the floor beside him and took his head onto my lap. There were wounds on his neck. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I saw those fang marks. The marks were from getting into a fight with Krimson and Cameron has to pull him off of the other Alpha before Alex did major damage. Now that I finally understood what was happen

Mirage's P.O.V Somchai and Krimson packed up and were ready to leave the next morning, and honestly, I didn't feel the least bit sad or gloomy. In fact, I felt relieved. The connection I felt with Krimson was long gone, along with that voice inside my head. Freya believed that it might have been a manifestation of my sire bond to him that had given birth to that voice. Or, the voice might have belonged to my Fae side, which had now been pushed back after Alex had marked me as his mate. Whatever the reason, I was glad that it wasn't messing with my head anymore. I stood next to Alex, my hand intertwined with his as Krimson's luggage was being loaded in the trunk of the car that was to drop him off at the airport. It was a shame, really. He could've made something valuable with the antidote. He could've been a symbol of hope for so many families whose loved ones had gone dark. But instead, he was now going to be a sign of tyranny. A man who was going t

Mirage's P.O.V A wave of nostalgia hit me the second I set foot inside my old apartment. Almost like a movie playing out in front of me, I saw me and my sister fighting for the last slice of pizza on the couch in the living room…My mother's heartfelt laughter echoing through the room as she cooked us dinner on a Sunday afternoon…My father singing karaoke with us late at night, his voice enchanting and mesmerizing as he sang the lyrics to perfection… And just like that, those memories blew away like dust, leaving behind an old, worn down house that was decaying like it had been abandoned for centuries. The kitchen was right opposite to the entrance, followed by the dining room and then the living area to the side. There were no large windows where the wind chimes could be hung…no stairs that led to the attic…no separate rooms for me and my sister. There were just two large doors at the back of the living area whose doors had been ripped off of its hinges and from

Mirage's P.O.V "Mom!" I called out as soon as I stepped inside the house. "I'm home!" Only eerie silence greeted me from inside the wide space. What? What was going on? Why was I having this nightmare again? It was that house again…that house…where was I? Which house was this? How did I get here? I paused; looking around at the open windows and watching the curtains blow back in the warm afternoon wind. The wind chime on one of the windows made a twinkling sound, one that I often found pleasing. But for some reason, that same sound felt ominous today…like the chimes of a knell… "Mom?" I called again. "Dad? Maze?" "Mom? Dad? Maze?" I called out once again, but that eerie silence remained. What was happening? It no longer felt like I was inside my body…rather, it felt like I was outside my body, watching myself falling into a trap, and yet I was unable to stop myself. I saw myself rooted to