All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Aurora’s P.O.VAshton didn’t speak at first. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his face with a hand that looked like it had seen too much of the world. His shoulders were hunched slightly, like the truth was weighing them down. “Aurora,” he said finally, voice soft but resonant, “the Earth is ancient. Older than our kind, older than magic itself. It’s a vast reservoir of energy—raw, untamed, and alive. Every root, every blade of grass, every drop of rain… all of it holds life. Energy. That’s all life really is. Energy moving in a pattern.”He reached out, taking a pebble from next to him and throwing it at the sea. The pebble skipped once, before sinking into the waves. “I didn’t bring it back from the dead the way necromancers do. I didn’t tear it from the afterlife or anything. I borrowed it…I stopped it’s soul from entering into the afterlife. That’s all. I asked the Earth for a little piece of its energy… and I gave it to him.” His eyes met mine, solemn and sincere. “He’s small. His life

Caleb’s P.O.VI nod, looking over at Damien, my jaw tight. "I want to talk to you too," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. There's too much on my mind, and having this conversation with him is long overdue. But I can’t forget about Caroline, standing there, her brow furrowed, clearly still on edge. "Caroline," I say, turning to her.“You can relax. Go back inside. We’re not going to be fighting anytime soon." I flash her a quick, half-hearted smile, hoping to reassure her, though I’m not entirely convinced myself.Caroline’s gaze doesn’t soften, and she crosses her arms over her chest, her stance defiant. "You think I’m worried about the fighting?" she asks, her voice sharp, cutting through the air between us. "No, Caleb. I’m not worried about that. What I’m worried about is what the two of you are hiding from me."The words hang in the air, heavier than I expected. It feels like she’s seeing through us, digging into something we’ve been trying to keep buried. For a moment, I stan

Caleb’s P.O.VBut as the night breeze blew through the trees, providing momentary relief, I couldn’t help but sigh in exhaustion.It’s been a long night, a night that had drained me more than I’d like to admit. The weight of the situation felt like it was crushing down on my chest, but there was no choice. We had to figure this out. We had to get to the bottom of it before everything spiraled out of control. Damien, Caroline, and I stood around outside the packhouse, the cold air biting at our skin as we discussed the attack that had rocked us to our core. We’d been going in circles for what felt like hours, trying to make sense of the mystery surrounding Lucas and Harmona and their connection to Ashton and Maggie.Caroline, always the one to think outside the box, suddenly cut through the tension. “Do you think it’s possible that Lucas and Harmona had another accomplice?” she asked, her voice sharp with concern. “Someone behind the scenes pulling strings? That could explain the sudde

Aurora’s P.O.VAshton…had helped me with Riley more times than I could count, and he had done so while expecting nothing in return…then…how could I doubt them so easily?I sat back down at the edge of my bed, knees drawn close, the faded golden pendant resting in my palm like some ancient relic of a time when things were simpler—when my mother was still alive, when I still believed in the comfort of daylight and the innocence of silence. The metal was warm, whether from my body heat or something deeper, I couldn’t tell. I clutched it tighter. Maybe if I held on hard enough, her strength would seep into me, her resolve would bleed into my bones. Gods, I needed that. I needed her."Ashton didn't deserve this," I muttered to myself, voice barely above a whisper, cracking under the weight of everything we had seen—everything we had survived. "Neither did Maggie." My voice trembled with guilt and empathy as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs.But could it be possible that the

Caleb’s P.O.VAurora turned then, but not before I saw the flush on her cheeks, carefully placing the flowers from earlier into the glass vase. She adjusted them — not too symmetrical, just the way she liked — and I stood there watching her, wondering how someone could take over your space and make it feel more like home than it ever had before.When she was done, she walked over to me with that same quiet intention that always left me breathless. Her hands found my chest, soft and certain, and she leaned in without a word. The kiss was slow, lingering, the kind that makes time melt away. I closed my eyes, sinking into it, the rest of the world fading into nothing. Her lips moved against mine like a promise, like a memory I’d never want to forget.When we finally pulled back, I rested my forehead against hers, smiling despite the way my heart was suddenly thudding like crazy in my chest. “Not that I’m complaining,” I whispered, my hands finding her waist, “but this isn’t like you. You