All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Aurora’s P.O.VFor a moment, he just looked at me, and I could see the way his gaze softened, like he understood everything I wasn’t saying. His expression held that quiet intensity that always managed to unnerve me because it meant he saw right through me. “Aurora,” he said slowly, his voice steady, “a room is just a room. It doesn’t matter where I sleep, as long as I know Riley is okay and that you’re okay. That’s what matters.” I swallowed, emotions warring inside me. Why did he always have to say things like that? Things that made my heart clench and my walls crack just a little bit more? I looked away, focusing on the sound of the waves in the distance.I had thought this would be simple. Just a small conversation, an adjustment—one that would make things easier for both of us. I glanced up at him, watching the way the dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, the quiet patience in his eyes. He was waiting for me to speak. "I was thinking," I began softly, hesitating only

Jade’s P.O.VDinner with the gang had been nice—good food, easy conversations, laughter echoing through the cafeteria. But as I stepped into the cool night air, taking in a deep breath, something gnawed at me. A weight that hadn't been there before. I tilted my head up, staring at the stars scattered across the sky, trying to shake off the unease curling in my gut.I had always been the steady one, the voice of reason when things got heated. Even my parents and Alpha Camden would often praise me for my calm nature, calling it a strength, something that would serve me well when I officially took my place as Beta. But tonight? Tonight, I wasn’t calm. There was something bitter in my chest, something I wasn’t used to feeling. Jealousy. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair as I made my way toward my home. I wasn’t the jealous type—never had been. I had always believed that if something or someone was meant to be mine, then fate would see it through. No need for unnecessary

Aurora’s P.O.VAlmost two months had passed, yet the weight of everything that had happened still pressed heavily on me. The Harmona incident had left wounds that hadn’t even begun to scab over, and I knew Caleb felt the same. Every time Lucas or Harmona’s names were mentioned, every time I closed my eyes for too long, I could still feel the suffocating presence of that nightmare lurking just behind my ribs. So when Alpha Camden called Caleb, Ashton, and me into his office to discuss something related to a witch, I felt my stomach tighten with unease.As we stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and parchment filled the air, the Alpha’s office always carrying an air of authority. But today, there was something else—a presence I immediately recognized as unfamiliar magic. My eyes landed on a woman sitting comfortably in one of the chairs opposite Alpha Camden’s desk. She was in her mid-thirties, with warm, smiling eyes and an aura that didn’t seem threatening at first glance. But still

Aurora’s P.O.VI watched as Alice's sharp gaze swept across the room, her presence demanding attention. Her voice was steady, unwavering, as she folded her arms. "Does anyone need a demonstration, or has anyone been able to connect with their powers before?" she asked, her words laced with an authority that made it clear she wasn’t here to coddle us. I hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be. "I... I connected with mine once," I admitted, feeling the weight of my own uncertainty pressing against my chest. "But it was Ashton who helped me. He used a spell, and it worked, but after that… I haven’t been able to use my powers since." The frustration in my tone was impossible to hide. I had felt it once—raw, untamed magic coursing through me, responding to my will. And then it was gone, slipping from my grasp like water through my fingers. Alice studied me for a long moment before nodding. "That’s normal," she finally said, her voice softer

Aurora’s P.O.VThe scent of scorched earth clung to the air, though there was no trace of smoke or fire. I stood abruptly, my breath uneven, my heart hammering against my ribs as my eyes swept over the ground around me. The once lush grass had been reduced to nothing but blackened remains, a perfect circle marking the spot where I had been sitting just moments ago. A faint glow pulsed from the pendant hanging around my neck, its warmth pressing against my skin like a silent reminder of what I had done. But I didn’t even know what that was. I swallowed hard, lifting my gaze. Everyone around me stood frozen, their faces a mixture of shock and something else—something that made my stomach twist. Fear. My chest tightened at the sight of their wide eyes, the way some of them instinctively took a step back, as if I were something to be wary of. As if I were dangerous. Except for Caleb. His eyes held nothing but concern as he took a cautious step forward, his brows furrowed in silent worry