All Chapters of Claimed By The Alpha Billionaire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aria practically glowed as she left the witches’ chamber. Her steps felt light, excitement bubbling in her chest. She couldn’t wait to tell Kieran everything, how she’d actually managed to do it, how they’d even laughed together. For the first time since her powers had burst free, she felt something other than fear.Footsteps echoed quickly behind her in the tunnels.“Wait up!”Aria turned to see a girl around her age jogging toward her, dark curls bouncing, her smile warm and easy.“I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself in there,” the girl said, slightly breathless. “I’m Victoria.”Aria returned the smile, still a little shy. “Aria. Though I think you already know that.”Victoria laughed. “Hard not to. You were incredible tonight. Most of us can barely focus enough for a flicker at first, and you… you nailed it. Twice!”Heat crept into Aria’s cheeks. “I don’t know if I’d say nailed it.”“I would,” Victoria insisted, eyes bright. Then her tone softened. “My grandmother was a seer.

The morning sun rose warm and golden over the Caribbean, spilling light across the yacht’s polished deck. Aria stretched lazily as she stepped out beside Kieran, the salty breeze tangling through her hair. He was already waiting, dark sunglasses perched on his nose, his broad frame effortlessly commanding even in casual shorts and a fitted shirt.“Ready to see a bit of Mexico?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, but affectionate.She grinned, linking her arm through his. “Lead the way, Alpha. Just… don’t growl at the locals if they look in my direction.”His smirk was pure wickedness. “They’ll stare at you, not me. And if they try to touch you—”“Then you’ll throw them into the nearest wall?” she interrupted, laughing.Kieran’s eyes glittered as he leaned down close enough that his lips brushed her ear. “Correct.”They docked at a small pier and took a jeep into town. The streets were alive with color, cobblestone roads lined with pastel houses, vibrant bougainvillea tumbling over balc

The days in Mexico began to blur into a rhythm, one that was nothing like the chaos Aria had lived in before. By morning and afternoon, she was Kieran’s, their time filled with stolen moments of laughter as they explored quiet beaches or wandered the sunlit streets of the little town. By evening, she was the witches’, disappearing into the caves to be tested, taught, and molded.It wasn’t the same tense and bristling atmosphere it had been at the start. The circle of witches no longer regarded her like a bomb waiting to explode. They were still cautious, how could they not be? But they were also curious, invested, even protective. Aria no longer felt unwelcome. Instead, she felt something she hadn’t expected to find, belonging.Each night Miranda introduced her to another fragment of the powers once held by the Originals. No witch alive had the ability to wield them now, but many of the women had studied the old texts, preserved stories whispered from grandmother to granddaughter. The

The last morning air on the yacht was warm and salted, sunlight glimmering across the endless stretch of blue water. Inside the cabin, however, the mood was less serene. Kieran was stuffing his clothes into a duffel bag like the fabric had personally offended him.“Do you know what my life has come to?” he said darkly, tossing a shirt with unnecessary force. “I’m about to board a plane with Victoria, who never stops talking, and Miranda, who never starts talking. One’s a constant stream of noise, the other’s a bloody tombstone. A barrel of laughs, the both of them.”Aria giggled from where she was carefully folding her dresses. “So what you’re saying is… Victoria is too fun and Miranda is too boring, and nothing pleases you.”He shot her a look that was half scowl, half amusement, the corner of his mouth curving in that dangerous way that always made her breath hitch. “You need more interesting friends, Velari. Balance the scales a little.”Aria raised her brows. “Excuse you—I have fr

The following week fell into a rhythm Aria had never expected to enjoy. Mornings were for pack duties, meetings with Mira, listening to disputes between warriors, even sitting at Kieran’s side while he reviewed land agreements. Afternoons belonged to Kieran, who insisted on whisking her away for stolen moments on the training fields or in their rooms. But evenings? Evenings were for magic.Every night as the sun slipped low, she followed Miranda and Victoria into a side chamber of the caves, where the air smelled of smoke and salt and old stone. Miranda treated the space like a sacred classroom, strict and sharp eyed, while Victoria treated it like a game. Between the two of them, Aria found herself stumbling, laughing, and, sometimes, actually learning.“Again,” Miranda commanded one night, standing rigid in her dark cloak. “Controlled flame. Not an explosion. Control.”Aria stared at the candle in front of her. Its tiny wick already smoked from her last attempt, which had ended in a