Semua Bab Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Bab 301 - Bab 310

Caleb’s P.O.VTonight, they came in droves—howling, snarling, and ripping up earth as they charged into our territory like a tsunami of death. I’d barely escaped the claws of one when I felt the first one slam into me, claws dragging across my ribs and the weight of it sending me flying backward into a tree.The bark cracked. My bones ached. But I didn’t have time to register the pain. I was back on my feet, my own growl erupting from my throat as I launched back at it with everything I had.“Caleb, left!” I heard Nolan’s voice rip through the chaos, and I turned just in time to see another rogue going straight for me. My claws sank into its throat before it could pounce, hot breath fanning my face as it died, twitching in my grip. We didn’t hold back—we couldn’t. Every one of us fought with desperation carved into our bodies. Jade, bleeding from a gash above his eye, took on two at once with a wildness I’d never seen in him.Liam had a broken arm, I was sure of it—he wasn’t shifting

Caleb’s P.O.VNo one questioned it. We didn’t need to. The authority in his voice alone was enough, but the unspoken fear in his eyes was what really got us moving. I took a step back first, then another, my feet crunching over gravel and dead leaves. Alpha Camden stood tall and unmoving until he was sure no one was too close anymore, his eyes scanning the area like he expected the bones to rise up and attack us. “There could be some kind of toxin,” he muttered, half to himself, half to the rest of us. “Whatever this is… we don’t touch it. Not until we know what we’re dealing with.” “I don’t like the way they smell,” Ava whispered behind me, her hand clenches at her side. I glanced down at her pale face and gave her a quick nod. She wasn’t wrong. The scent coming from the remains was off. Rotten, but not in a way I could place. Like sickness and decay wrapped in something ancient and… cursed, if I’m being honest. Beta Raymond stepped forward, his brow furrowed, concerned darkening

Aurora’s P.O.VI screamed.A raw, bloodcurdling one that ripped straight from my lungs as I stumbled away from the window, my legs tangling in the hem of my nightgown. My back hit the floor with a dull thud, pain jolting up my spine, but I hardly noticed. My eyes were still fixed on the window, on the thing that had no right to be real.A shadow. A figure.It had no clear face, just empty sockets where eyes should’ve been, and a skeletal form wrapped in swirling darkness. It should have stayed outside. It should have vanished. But instead, it floated straight through the glass like it was nothing but air, like walls and reality didn’t apply to it at all.“No,” I whispered, voice shaking. “No, no, this isn’t happening—this isn’t real—”But it was. God, it was.The room felt like it was closing in on me, and the air had turned thick and heavy, like I was breathing in smoke. I tried to crawl backward, my hands scraping against the wooden floor, but every movement I made felt slowed, like

Caleb’s P.O.VThe night air was thick with something heavier than just cold. There was a stillness, a silence that pressed down on our chests like a weight we couldn't shake off. I stood just outside the morgue’s back entrance, the metallic scent of old blood and disinfectant wafting from within mixing with the distant scent of pine. My arms were crossed, trying to keep still, to stay grounded, but my fingers twitched every so often. Jade was pacing, his boots scuffing against the cracked pavement, and Shane leaned against the wall like he was trying to disappear into it, his jaw tight and eyes locked on the ground.Alpha Camden stood ahead of us, stoic as always, his broad back tense and unmoving. Beta Raymond was right beside him, arms folded, brow furrowed so deep I thought it might never smooth again. We were all trying to process what we had just seen. Those rogue wolves... their bodies had simply decayed before our eyes. Collapsing in on themselves like time had fast-forwarded d

Caleb’s P.O.VI watched my father closely, my arms crossed, leaning against the doorway of the morgue where he stood, pacing back and forth like a lion in a cage. The light from the morgue streamed through the cracked door, illuminating the tension in the creases of his forehead and the stiffness of his jaw. He hadn’t spoken in over five minutes, not since my question shattered the remaining calm in the atmosphere. I could see the storm building in his eyes. He was trying not to let it show, but I knew him too well for that. Something was eating at him.“I’ll talk to Alpha Jackson again,” he finally muttered, barely above a whisper, his voice gravelly with exhaustion.I straightened, my brow furrowing. “You already did,” I reminded him. “He told you the remains were dealt with. That they were set on fire, reduced to nothing.”He stopped, turned to me, and nodded slowly. “Yes. But that’s just it, Caleb. That’s what he told me. What if he didn’t give us the whole truth? What if somethin