All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 471 - Chapter 475

Aurora’s P.O.VI turned to Caroline, my voice soft but trembling with the weight of all the emotions swirling in my chest.“Does this mean you’re back for good?” I asked, searching her face for even the smallest flicker of doubt, praying she wouldn’t tell me she was only visiting.Caroline smiled faintly, but her eyes glistened with something deeper. She shook her head gently before nodding, and I couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the contradiction. “I missed home, Aurora,” she said, her voice breaking just enough to make my throat tighten. “But more than that… I missed my pack. I missed my sister. I don’t think I ever realized just how much until I was gone.”I reached out and squeezed her hand. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear you say that. I’ve been so afraid that maybe we’d lost you for good.”Her laugh was a little wet, almost choked. “You could never lose me. I was just… taking some time to grow, that’s all. But I’m here now. I’m staying.”Before I could reply, peopl

Caroline’s P.O.VThe wedding reception buzzed with laughter and music, the air thick with the scent of roses and wine. I sat beside Damien, the warmth of his body just within reach, yet it felt like there was an ocean between us. Five years. Five years of love, passion, fights, and making up. Five years of knowing—deep in my soul—that this man was mine, my mate, my forever. But lately, something has shifted.The once unshakable bond between us felt... strained. I didn't know when it started, but I knew I could feel it. The way he held me less, the way he spoke in careful, measured tones, the way his eyes sometimes seemed far away even when I was right in front of him. And it was killing me. I swallowed hard, gripping my champagne flute as I turned to him. He was staring ahead, his jaw tense, his eyes unreadable. Damien had always been composed, always guarded with his emotions, but this was different. This was distance. And I couldn't stand it any longer. "Damien," I said softly, my

Aurora’s P.O.VThe moonlight painted a silver sheen over the restless waves, their endless dance meeting the shore with soft whispers. I walked along the damp sand, the cool grains pressing between my toes as I followed the trail of footprints ahead of me. Large wolf paws, their weight sinking deep into the earth, followed by much smaller ones—tiny, hesitant steps pressing into the sand right beside them. My heart clenched at the sight, warmth spreading through me as I lifted my gaze, scanning the dimly lit beach. And then, I saw them. Caleb emerged from the shadows of a large tree, his toned body gleaming under the faint glow of the moon, dressed only in his swim trunks. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, evidence of his earlier run through the waves. But it wasn’t just him—right beside him, waddling as fast as his tiny legs could manage, was Cameron. Our son. Only two years old, but already fascinated by everything his father did. His brunette curls bounced as he giggled,