All Chapters of Mated To The Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"My name is Hogan Matelli," one man across from the lead speaker declared, his voice solid, carrying authority as he stood with an air of self-assurance. "I represent The Red Forest Pack." He gave a respectful nod toward the table, then took his seat. Following him, another man introduced himself. His tone was rough, edged with a low growl. "I am Isan Scanfordie, of The Southern Sun Pack." He dipped his head slightly, his eyes scanning the room with sharp intensity before sitting down. One of the elders rose, his posture dignified as he placed both hands on the table. "Naval Porty, representing The Canadian Wolf Pack." His voice was laced with wisdom and caution. When he took his seat, his gaze moved deliberately to the next man, a tall figure with colorful, streaked hair and eyes that seemed almost unnaturally bright. I felt a jolt of recognition. "Rosco?" I whispered, barely audible, my eyes locked onto him. He looked different, more authoritative—an Alpha, unmistakably. Rosc

It was dusk by the time Billie and I strolled through the heart of the Pack, the sky softening from burnt orange into shades of violet, casting long shadows over quaint homes and cozy yards. The place had a warmth to it that reminded me of the pack I’d once called home—of simpler, kinder days. My new title, *Luna*, still felt unfamiliar, almost surreal. Every time someone stepped out from their house to wave or offer a warm greeting, I tried to adjust to the sense of belonging. It was as if each gesture, each smile, was a gentle tug on something fragile within me, easing the ache that I hadn’t known was so strong. A couple with a tiny pup caught my eye—a baby, no more than a few weeks old. I couldn't help but stop, transfixed. The little one had that fresh innocence that made my chest ache. "Look at you," I murmured to myself, imagining for a brief moment what it might feel like to cradle something so pure, so new. Just then, Billie nudged me, grinning mischievously. "I bet you'll b

The familiar roads stretched out before me, winding between shrubs heavy with rain and memories I thought I had buried. Each step brought the scent of damp earth and pine—an aroma I had longed for, even in my dreams. The homes, small and quaint, stood like sentinels of a past I couldn’t quite escape, their weathered facades whispering of old wounds and fonder times. And then there were the people—faces I once knew so well, now blurred by time and distance. They walked with laughter on their lips, umbrellas forgotten as they pulled their coats tighter against the relentless downpour. I watched from my hiding spot, my hood pulled low, feeling like a ghost among the living. There he was—the Beta who had tormented me endlessly in my youth. Even in the rain, his posture was sharp, his gait as confident as ever. My chest tightened as I remembered his sneer at the Mating Ceremony, the disbelief in his eyes when my mate turned out to be an Alpha from another pack. A cruel twist of fate, or

As I slipped through the front door, the creak of the hinges sent a shiver down my spine. I barely had time to shut it quietly before a voice sliced through the silence."Glad to see you again, Thalia."I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. Spinning around, I saw Billie leaning casually against the staircase, arms crossed and a sly grin curling her lips. Even in the dim light, her resemblance to Zephry was uncanny—the same sharpness in her gaze, the same air of authority."Where have you been?" she asked, her tone deceptively light. "I didn’t realize Lunas had free passes to come and go as they pleased."The knot in my stomach tightened. "Billie, please don’t tell Zephry," I whispered, tiptoeing closer, my hands clasped as if in prayer. My whole body was tense, every muscle screaming at me to flee, but I knew better. Running wouldn’t save me—not from Billie and certainly not from Zephry.She tilted her head, her dark eyes catching the faint glimmer of light from the hallway. Th

ThaliaZephry’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, sharp, and intense. It made my stomach churn uneasily, but thankfully, Billie was there. If Zephry had any intentions that spelled trouble, I was confident Billie would intervene. Still, my muscles tensed under his stare. I dared a quick smile in Billie’s direction, relieved to see her returning it as she rounded Zephry and made her way toward me.Even as Billie approached, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Zephry. The usual guarded layers of his clothing were stripped away, replaced by a simple tank top that left little to the imagination. His long, muscled arms, hairless and faintly glowing in the light, looked like they belonged to a sculpted statue. A faint webbing of veins curved along his forearms, each one a testament to his strength. Despite the intimidating display, a sprinkling of freckles—like those scattered across his face—softened the harshness of his form, creating a maddening contradiction of beauty and power.“Morning