All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Aurora’s P.O.VI narrowed my eyes, my fingers curling into fists as I looked him dead in the eyes. "Stop talking in riddles! What do you mean by that? What the hell are you planning to do to us?" My voice was steady, but inside, I could feel the storm brewing. The room felt heavier, like the air had been sucked out, leaving only a thick, suffocating silence. He exhaled slowly, like he had been waiting for this moment, as if he had rehearsed every word he was about to say. "Since we’re already here, Aurora," he said, his voice eerily calm, "it’s time I tell you the truth. The real reason why all of this is happening." His dark eyes flickered with something ancient, something unnatural, and for the first time, I realized there was something about him—something that had always felt... off. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as he continued. "I might not look like it, but Harmona and I… we’ve been alive since the Witch Trials of the 1700s." He let the words sink in, watching for my re

Aurora’s P.O.VThe air was thick with the scent of iron, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like an unseen force. I watched, my body frozen in place, as Harmona reached for a lever on the wall, her fingers wrapping around it with the kind of reverence one would give a sacred relic. My breath hitched when she pulled it down, and the ceiling groaned in response, parting to let in the ominous glow of the sun. But it wasn't the warm, golden light of hope—it was fractured, darkened by the shadow of the Solar Eclipse. The world outside had fallen into an eerie twilight, casting elongated shadows that danced across the stone floor like ghosts mourning their inevitable fate.And perhaps, that was what we were—ghosts before we had even died.I barely had time to absorb the horror of it all before Harmona moved again, this time retrieving a metal dagger. Its blade gleamed despite the dim light, and the engravings carved into it seemed to pulse with a life of their own. I recognized th

Aurora’s P.O.VI watch as the pendant’s light catches my eyes, the glow refracting off its surface, filling the dimly lit space with a strange, otherworldly shimmer. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, the pain that has been clawing at my insides like a relentless beast begins to ebb away.The sharp, pounding ache dulls, the suffocating fog in my mind lifts, and suddenly—I can feel them. Caleb. Caroline. Their presence is no longer distant, no longer muddled by whatever force has been keeping me disconnected. A breath shudders from my lips, and before I can second-guess myself, I reach for Caleb through our bond. *Caleb,* I whisper into the void, my mental voice tinged with desperation. *I need help. Caleb…please…*There’s silence, just for a second—one agonizing second where doubt grips my throat like a vice. But then, his voice bursts through, raw with relief. *Aurora! Oh God, I thought I lost you.* He exhales sharply, his emotions crashing into me through the link.

Aurora’s P.O.VThe moment I saw Caleb pushing through the chaos, his face twisted in desperation, my heart clenched. He was running toward me, his eyes locked onto mine, but I knew—this wasn’t about me. Not now. Not when there were others who needed him more. My throat burned as I screamed at him, my voice raw and desperate.“Save the others! Caleb, don’t—just go!”For a second, he faltered, torn between me and the others still bound by the cold stone wall, still terrified. But then the room swelled with movement. More people poured in, familiar faces I never thought I’d see again. Relief washed over me so suddenly that my knees nearly buckled. They were here. Alpha Camden, Caroline, several of the guards from the pack. We weren’t alone.The guards moved towards the women, their hands moving quickly, untying the women, pulling them to their feet, whispering reassurances as they stumbled forward, their eyes wide with disbelief.Then it happened.The chant stopped.Harmona’s voice, once

Aurora’s P.O.VI had just begun to feel it—the power coursing through me, building with each passing moment. For the first time, I felt like I could hold my ground, like I wasn’t the naive girl I once was. Every step I took felt like it was in sync with something ancient, something vast. My hands buzzed with a quiet hum, an energy I had never experienced before, and for the first time, I felt confident. The chains of my past were starting to break, and in their place, my true self was emerging.I was just about to speak, to tell Lucas and Harmona that I was done being their puppet, when it happened.Before I could even react, Lucas was on me, his hand shooting out like a viper's strike. His fingers wrapped around my throat with a force that stole the air from my lungs. I gasped, my feet lifting from the ground as he held me there, suspended by his grip. His eyes, black as the void, glared into mine with an intensity that made my heart stutter. His breath was hot against my skin as he