All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Caleb’s P.O.VI nodded slowly, even though a part of me didn’t fully understand. But I knew the bond of the pack, the strength of our ties, and the fear of leaving the familiar and stepping into the unknown. “Yeah, Caroline, I get it,” I murmured, reaching out to take her hand, hoping the gesture could give her some semblance of comfort. “I fought so hard to fight the bond between me and Aurora, feeling like the Moon Goddess had made a mistake. But I overcame that fear, Caroline.”I forced her to meet my eyes, hoping she could see the sincerity in them. “I’m happy now, happier than I ever expected to be. And at some point, you’re going to have to decide what you’re willing to give up... and what you’re not. No one else can make that choice for you—not me, not your parents, and not even Damien. So if you want me to talk to your parents-”But as soon as Caroline heard the words, she began to panic immediately.“Caleb, they can’t know yet,” she shook her head, her tone filled with urgency

Aurora’s P.O.VI shook my head, willing myself to be rational, even as my legs moved forward, drawn to this person with a familiar yet unrecognizable face. Maybe it was someone from school, I reasoned, or one of Caleb’s friends messing with me.But when I stepped close enough to look at the person…a sense of dread washed over me like a punch to the gut.I stumbled back, gasping, my heart hammering wildly as I blinked, trying to believe it was some cruel trick of the mind. But no, it was real. He was standing there. My father—gaunt, decayed, like he’d crawled straight from his grave, the skin pulled so tight against his skull I could count every ridge and hollow.He looked like a walking corpse, covered in dirt, bits of dried leaves clinging to his skin, his eyes vacant and dull. The smell hit me then, a sour, rotten stench that made bile rise in my throat.“No… no… this can’t be…” I whispered, scrambling backward, the horror churning inside me like a storm.As if in answer, his body je

Caleb’s P.O.VI lowered Caroline carefully to the ground, whispering a quick, “Stay here,” before I spun around and charged toward Damien. He body was bent over Aurora, looming, his face twisted with an anger that only fueled mine. With a roar, I kicked him off of her, sending him sprawling backward before throwing myself onto him, fists already swinging.I didn’t even give him a chance to speak—one punch after another, left and right, just like he’d done to me in the field after the match, but this time, I wasn’t holding back.“This is how you get back at me, huh?” I growled, each word punctuated with a blow. “You can’t win a fight, so you go after my mate?”Damien raised his hands defensively, trying to shield himself, but I could see the flicker of confusion and desperation in his eyes as he struggled under my fists. “Caleb, stop—” he gasped, his voice strained, barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. “It’s not like that… I didn’t mean… Check on your mate!”“Like he

Caleb’s P.O.VMy father nodded, absorbing Damien’s words as though piecing together a puzzle. "And you didn't see anyone else? Someone who might have done this to Aurora?" He asked. “Other than the man who fell to the ground?”Damien hesitated, as if he was trying to remember every details through the haze of memory. "No, Alpha. It was just her… but there was something in the air, something wrong. It was like… like an energy, a heaviness. I’ve never felt anything like it before, so I can’t describe to you how it really felt…but I know I felt it…this presence."I watched as my father processed this, his expression hardening further. "So, you’re saying there could be something, or someone, out there, just lurking?" He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, and for a second, I felt the weight of his unspoken worry – he hated uncertainties."Caleb, I want the perimeter doubled. No one leaves or enters without my approval until we get to the bottom of this. And you," he turned back to Damien, his

Caleb’s P.O.VMy father took a step closer, his gaze hard as he studied the corpse. "Lift the cloth," he instructed the healer, who pulled back the fabric to reveal the chest.I sucked in a breath, my eyes narrowing as I saw the symbol carved deep into the man’s flesh. It wasn’t just a marking; it looked ritualistic, deliberate. Almost like a satanic symbol, but twisted somehow. Different. I’d never seen anything like it before, and judging by the look on Damien’s face, neither had he.It was in the form of a circle, with thin lines joining the sides of a rectangle inside the circle. Vines crawled the sides and intertwined with the rectangle in a way a serpent twisted around its prey. The details were impeccable, and whoever did this to a corpse…was a sick motherfucker I hoped would rot in hell."What the hell is that?" Damien murmured, breaking the silence, his voice low but tense. Father didn’t answer right away, his eyes still fixed on the strange symbol. After a long pause, he fina