All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Caleb’s P.O.VWith a soft sigh, I nodded, but the unease in my chest didn’t go away. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. And maybe you’re right, maybe that’s their way of adapting. Maybe pushing it down and moving forward is what’s helping them survive.” I let out a breath, shaking my head slightly. “I just… I don’t want to assume. I don’t want to believe they’re okay just because they’re not talking about it. That’s not how this works.” I glanced at her again, searching for something in her eyes—maybe agreement, maybe understanding. “It wouldn’t hurt to be sure, right?” Caroline studied me for a long moment, her lips parting as if to say something, but then she closed them again. Finally, she gave me a small nod. “No, it wouldn’t,” she admitted, though there was hesitation in her voice. “But it’s late, Caleb. We should get back to our rooms.” She rubbed her arms as if trying to shake off the weight of the conversation. “We’ll talk more in the morning.” I was about to agree, about to push off from

Aurora’s P.O.VAshton, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "Have you seen a lot of movies before, Aurora?" he asked, his voice curious but gentle.I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Not in the way you’re thinking," I admitted. "Back when I worked at the diner, they always had the TV on. Customers would sit and watch while eating, and when I’d walk by with plates of food, I’d catch bits and pieces of whatever was playing. A lot of times, it was those daytime talk shows or the news, but sometimes there’d be movies too. So, yeah, I’ve seen plenty—just not the way most people do."I paused for a second before adding, "But at home? We didn’t even have a TV. Keeping the electricity on was already a battle, and that was more important than watching some over-the-top love story or action flick." Ashton’s expression shifted, a flicker of something close to guilt flashing across his face. "Aurora, I—" He stopped, exhaling slowly before continuing, "I’m sorry." I shook my

Aurora’s P.O.VOnce I am showered and dressed in something comfortable, the exhaustion from the day seems to settle into my bones. Still, my stomach grumbles, reminding me that I haven't eaten much. The thought of grabbing some snacks and a glass of juice sounds appealing, so I decide to make my way to the cafeteria.Before heading there, I pause outside Riley’s room, thinking it would be nice to have some company. He usually doesn’t pass up an opportunity for a snack, and I know he likes the chocolate muffins they sometimes have. But when I push the door open slightly and peek inside, I find his bed empty. My brows furrow. Where could he be?I remind myself that he has friends from the pack, little ones from his kindergarten class that he plays with whenever he gets the chance. Maybe he’s with them, running around and making mischief as usual. With that thought, I close the door and make my way to the cafeteria alone. The hallways are quieter at this hour, and the fluorescent lights

Aurora’s P.O.VI took a deep breath, watching Mia's fingers trace the rim of her coffee cup, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid inside. She was trying to act unaffected, but I knew her too well. The tension in her shoulders, the way she tapped her nails against the ceramic in a barely contained rhythm—it all told me she was on edge. I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice just enough to pull her attention back to me."Mia," I said gently, "I know you're scared of what he might say. But avoiding the conversation won’t make it disappear. You should at least give it a try. You owe yourself that much." Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, to tell me all the reasons why this wasn’t a good idea, why she couldn't handle it—but before she could get a word out, a familiar voice cut through the air from behind us. "Can I talk to you alone, Mia?" I knew that voice anywhere—steady, calm, but holding an undercurrent of something unresolved. Shane. Mia stiffened, her hand tightening int

Caleb’s P.O.VThat evening, the air in the woods behind the packhouse carried the familiar scent of pine, damp earth, and the faint chill that always came with twilight. I stood beside Caroline, our breaths fogging slightly in the coolness as we waited. The trees swayed gently, casting long, jagged shadows that danced across the ground in a rhythmic hush. Neither of us said much. There wasn’t a need to—we both knew why we were here, what had to be said. My arms were crossed, more out of tension than the cold, and Caroline was pacing slowly, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her sleeves, something she always did when she was trying to keep her emotions in check. The silence stretched out, only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves or the call of a bird somewhere deeper in the forest. Then, I caught the scent first—familiar, earthy and unmistakably him. A few moments later, Jade stepped into view, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his stride unhurried but cautious, lik