บททั้งหมดของ Claimed by My Bully Alpha: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

Aurora’s P.O.VThe air in the training room was thick with the smell of damp earth and the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls as Maggie and I stretched, preparing for the day’s training. Ashton, standing a few paces away, was pacing, clearly irritated. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he wasn’t the biggest fan of Alice's rigorous methods.I glanced at Maggie, and she caught my eye. Her smile was wide, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. We had been training for two weeks now, but today, Alice had promised something special. Something more... useful."Can you believe it?" Maggie whispered, practically bouncing on her toes. "Magic training today! Finally!"I smiled back at her, the excitement building in my chest. My fingers tingle at the thought of finally learning how to channel my magic effectively—something more than just the basic tricks we had been practicing till now. I had been itching to learn how to defend myself with it, and today, it seemed, that dream would finally be

Aurora’s P.O.VThe loud clang of the school bell jolted me awake, and I snapped my head up, blinking the sleep from my eyes just as the students around me began packing up their things and shuffling out of the classroom. I hadn’t even realized I’d fallen asleep again. My arms were still crossed on the desk, and my cheek had a faint imprint from my sleeve.Great. Real classy, Aurora.I slowly sat up straight and rubbed at my eyes, still heavy with fatigue. I could feel that same dull throb behind them, like the remnants of a headache that never fully formed but refused to leave either."Hey," Caroline’s voice pulled me out of my daze. I looked up to see her standing beside my desk, concern written all over her face. Caleb was next to her, arms folded and a similar look on his face as well. "You okay? You've been half-asleep the entire day. And I swear you nodded off in alchemy class while Professor Rayne was literally lighting the table on fire."I gave them both a sleepy smile, stretc

Aurora’s P.O.VThe next day rolled around like a heavy sigh, the kind that settles deep in your bones after hours of relentless spellwork and chanting until your tongue feels like it’s twisted in knots.My fingers still tingle with residual energy as I collapsed on the grass, the same field where we'd started this whole madness a few weeks ago. The wind was gentle, rustling through the tall grass like a lullaby, and for once, I didn’t mind just laying there. Maggie flopped down beside me with a dramatic groan, her dark curls a tangled mess of sweat and leaves. Ashton was the last to sit, and unlike us, he didn’t look half-dead.I rolled onto my side, propping my head on my elbow to look at him properly. “How are you not as tired as us?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. “You barely look like you broke a sweat, and I swear Maggie and I are about to pass out.”Maggie, in true theatrical form, threw an arm over her forehead and huffed, “I am literally panting like a dog, and this guy looks lik

Aurora’s P.O.VThat evening, the breeze carried a salty whisper as we made our way down to the beach, the sky brushed in fading hues of lavender and tangerine. The sand was cool beneath our feet, and the rhythmic crashing of waves was like a balm I hadn’t realized I needed. Maggie had her shoes in her hand, looking far too proud of her decision to walk barefoot, and Ashton had rolled his jeans up to his knees, already daring the waves to splash him. But it was Avery, with her eyes wide and lips slightly parted in awe, who made the moment unforgettable.I watched her, the way she stood still as if afraid the scene would disappear if she moved too fast. And then, without warning, she turned around and threw her arms around me. “Thank you,” she whispered into my shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I finally got to see it.”My heart squeezed. “You’ve never been to the beach before?” I pulled back slightly to look at her, surprised. “But it’s right here—barely a fifteen-minute walk from the pack

Aurora’s P.O.VThe air felt heavy with anticipation, the kind that clings to your skin and holds your breath hostage in your lungs. I stood with my arms loosely folded across my chest, the toes of my sandals buried into the soft, cold sand as I watched Ashton. The orange-pink hues of the setting sun cast strange shadows across his face, highlighting the furrow in his brows, the clenched line of his jaw. But it was his hands that held my focus — the slow, steady glow gathering in his palms like stardust being coaxed to life.I didn't dare say anything, afraid that even the tiniest whisper would break his concentration. The others stood behind me — Maggie, trying to be patient but obviously fidgeting with anxiety, and Avery, her little hands trembling, eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. She looked at the still body of the turtle lying on the sand like it was a fallen star she couldn’t reach.Then Ashton whispered something — a low, melodic string of syllables in a language I di