All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Caleb’s P.O.VI stepped forward, trying to make sense of it all, but all I could think about was her, the lone survivor, sitting there like a fragile shell. "What happened to the others?" My voice sounded distant, like I was asking but not sure I wanted to hear the answer.Jackson's gaze dropped to the floor before he met my eyes, and in that moment, I saw the weight of it all. "She won’t talk about it. No one’s gotten through to her yet." He let out a sigh, looking frustrated and worried. "We don’t even know if she’s gonna be of any use to us. But she’s all we’ve got now."Alpha Camden gave a low growl, pacing for a moment before his gaze hardened. "We can’t afford to have another loose end right now. Not with everything else going on."My chest tightened. I knew my father was right. We couldn’t have any more uncertainty, but looking at the girl—this child—I couldn’t just see her as another piece in the puzzle. She was just a kid. What had they done to her?I couldn’t help but feel t

Aurora’s P.O.V"Ashton, how can you say that?" My voice trembled, the weight of his words pressing against my chest like a slow, suffocating force. "Hope is the only thing keeping us alive." My hands clenched at my sides, my breath uneven. How could he even think of giving up now? After everything we had been through, after everything we had to survive till this day, he was just going to let despair take over? Ashton exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his expression caught between frustration and exhaustion. "Aurora, hope doesn’t change reality. It doesn’t stop what’s happening." His voice was low, raw, like he was barely holding himself together. "We keep telling ourselves things will get better, that this is just another nightmare we’ll wake up from, but it’s not. This—this is real." He gestured vaguely around us, at the dimly lit walls that seemed to press closer with every passing second. "And I don’t know how much longer we can pretend we’re okay." A c

Caleb’s P.O.VWe were all gathered, the air thick with anticipation. My father was leading the way, his stern gaze never wavering. The rest of the soldiers stood with us, silently adjusting their gear, the hum of nervous energy buzzed in the air. Alpha Jackson stood at the forefront with Silvia by his side, both of them looking like they were born for this moment. The trees ahead were dense, dark with shadows that seemed to stretch on forever. A deep, unsettling feeling gnawed at me, but I kept my focus, knowing what was at stake."Stay alert, Caleb," my father’s voice broke through the tension, and I nodded, glancing at him. His face was like stone, no hint of emotion betraying him. I couldn't help but feel that the weight of what was to come hung heavily over us all."Alpha Jackson," I called, stepping up beside him. "We need to move faster. We can't afford to let the eclipse catch us off guard. We have to get there before it begins."Jackson turned to me, his face grim. "I know. Th

Aurora’s P.O.VA heavy weight sat on my chest, my breath caught in my throat as if some invisible force pressed down on me. My dreams had been restless, a swirling mess of distorted faces and whispered voices, none of which I could hold on to. The moment my eyes fluttered open, I wished I had stayed asleep. Harmona was looming over me, her face unnervingly close, a smile curling at her lips that sent an instant jolt of unease through me. It wasn’t a warm, welcoming smile—it was eerie, stretched too wide, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. My heart slammed against my ribs as I flinched back, my body jerking upright before I could stop myself."What—" My voice came out hoarse, still thick with sleep. "What are you doing?" Harmona didn’t even blink. Her expression remained unsettlingly composed, as if my startled reaction was expected. If anything, her smile deepened. "Today is a special day, Aurora," she said, her tone syrupy yet firm, as if she were delivering some grand re

Aurora’s P.O.VI wake up to a pounding headache, the kind that makes my skull feel like it’s splitting open from the inside out. My body is heavy, unresponsive, as though I’ve been drugged or drained of every ounce of strength. A dull, distant sound fills my ears—muffled at first, then sharpening into something unmistakable.Crying.It’s all around me, surrounding me like a thick fog. Different voices, different tones—some are shaking with terror, others gasping between desperate sobs. My pulse stutters in my veins, and I force my eyes open, expecting darkness. Instead, I see… stone. A rough, uneven surface beneath me, cold against my bare skin. My arms are stretched wide, bound at the wrists, and a sickening realization settles in my stomach—I can’t move.Panic surges through me, and I struggle, pulling at the restraints, but they don’t budge. My breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps as I tilt my head, trying to make sense of my surroundings. That’s when I see them.My half-siblings.