All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Aurora’s P.O.VI walked into the dining hall, the low hum of conversations filling the room as sunlight streamed in through the tall windows. My eyes scanned the space, searching for Caroline, and I spotted her at the far corner, sitting with Jade. Both were busy talking, their heads leaned slightly toward each other, forks in hand as they worked on their plates of food. Not wanting to interrupt, I made my way to the buffet. The aroma of fresh eggs, bacon, and waffles wafted up, and I grabbed a plate, quickly surveying my options.My stomach grumbled loudly, and I felt my mouth water as I filled up my plate with all the goodies. Lots of bacon and eggs, even some strawberries and blueberries for desserts.I was almost done with my selection, waiting for Caleb to join the table as well. But just as I reached for a slice of toast, someone bumped into me. “Sorry,” I muttered, looking up—and froze. The woman in front of me was striking, to say the least. White, almost silver hair framed

Caleb’s P.O.VI frowned, sitting up straighter. “Hidden how?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Are you saying someone cloaked her or...?”Harmona raised a hand to cut me off. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her brows furrowing. “It’s faint, like it’s buried under layers of something. Maybe it’s a spell, or maybe she’s suppressing it herself without realizing. But we can’t ignore it. Whatever it is, it’s there.”Caroline exhaled loudly, running a hand through her hair. “So what does that mean? What do we do? We’ve done everything we can to keep her safe. We’ve prepared for this.”“Prepared?” Harmona’s laugh was bitter, almost mocking. “We’re not prepared for what’s coming. Her eighteenth birthday is upon us. That’s when it will all come to the surface. Her powers will spike, and if she’s not ready, she could lose control completely.”“And if she does?” I asked, my jaw tightening. “What happens then?”Harmona’s gaze locked onto mine, unflinching. “Then we have chaos. And not jus

Aurora’s P.O.VI wake up with a sharp gasp, my body jolting upright as the sting in my arm hits me like a freight train. My eyes snap open, but the world around me is spinning, and I can barely make sense of it. My heart races in my chest, and the first thing I notice is the restraint on my arm—my own doing. The ropes are tight around my wrist, tying me to the bed. It worked. I wasn't sleepwalking. But how the hell did I end up on the floor?I groan, shifting my weight, feeling the intense ache in my arms from sleeping at such a strange angle. Every muscle screams in protest as I push myself up, the roughness of the floor against my skin grounding me back into reality. I glance around the room, the faint light from the early morning creeping in through the window. Nothing looks out of place, but something feels... off.I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of the dream that still lingers in the back of my mind. I close my eyes for a second, and then it floods back to me. My mother’s

Aurora’s P.O.VHe looked at me then, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name—shame, regret, maybe even fear."Hearing you talk about your dreams… about your mom," he said, his voice quieter now, "it’s just—God, Aurora, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I can’t lie to you. You deserve to know the truth." "Caleb, stop dancing around it and just say it!" I snapped, louder than I intended. "I can’t take this anymore. You’re scaring me. Just tell me what happened!" He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him. "Caroline and I… we… kept something from you. We did…DNA tests…on you, to figure out about your ancestry…and your parents…”I stood there, staring at Caleb, trying to make sense of the words that had just come out of his mouth. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine at first, but when they finally did, they were heavy with something I couldn’t quite name."Caleb," I said, my voice steady even though my insides were churning,

Caleb’s P.O.VAurora didn’t react how I thought she would. She didn’t scream, she didn’t break down. She just sat there, her hands clasped together in her lap, staring at the floor for a long moment. Then, finally, she looked up at me with a faint, almost knowing smile. It wasn’t the kind of smile that reached her eyes—it was more like she’d just connected the last piece of a puzzle."I see," she said softly, like she was talking to herself more than me."You’re... okay?" I asked, frowning. "Aurora, I thought you’d be—I don’t know—angry? Or upset? I mean, this changes everything, doesn’t it?"She shook her head slightly, still calm, too calm. "Not really. I think... I’ve always felt like something was off, you know? Like I didn’t quite belong in that family. Maybe this just confirms it. I don’t know who my real father is, but maybe... maybe I don’t need to. Maybe it doesn’t matter as much as I thought it would."Her composure threw me off completely. "Aurora, this *matters*. You’re all