All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Bully: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The night had deepened, the sky painted with the inky hues of midnight. Clara emerged from her house with purpose, her steps purposeful and resolute. She locked the door behind her and headed towards her sleek sedan, parked under the moonlit canopy of trees that lined her driveway. The cool night air wrapped around her, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and determination. Sliding into the driver's seat, Clara inserted the key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life. The soft glow of dashboard lights illuminated her profile as she adjusted the rearview mirror, her hazel eyes meeting her own gaze with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. As the car rolled down the quiet suburban street, Clara's thoughts were a whirlwind of plans and possibilities. The outskirts of the city beckoned, a trail of open roads and hidden corners that offered a stark contrast to the urban bustle she had left behind. The wind whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of n

The beta Liam sat on the edge of his bed after Clara was gone, he started staring out of his window at the rain-soaked streets below. The tapping of raindrops against the glass seemed to echo the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his mind. Meagia, his daughter whom he had picked up from the forest, had moved on and found herself a new boyfriend. It had been several months since he had disowned her and threw Meagia out, and Liam had done his best to move on as well from the idea of having two daughters. But tonight, as the rain fell and the memories flooded back, he found himself unable to shake off the feeling that he needed to see her again.He rubbed his temples, his fingers tracing the contours of his furrowed brow. "Should I ask my man if he has found her or not?" he mumbled to himself. He knew he shouldn't be meddling in her life, especially now that she was with someone else. But the thought of her being out there, somewhere in the city all alone, made his heart ache. He wondered

Liam's frustration had reached a boiling point as he stood in front of Eskaal's face once again. He had come seeking answers, his determination to know everything that day once for all was outstanding as a father. The beta kept on probing him for more answers, and Eskaal's gaze met his, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.   "What is it now, Liam? What do you want to know more about?" Eskaal's voice was tinged with a mix of irritation and weariness. Liam's eyes locked onto Eskaal's, his own gaze glaring at Eskaal with bubbling rage. "I need to know, Eskaal. Why did you let Meagia go? Why did you leave her, knowing she was pregnant? You claim that I have no right to get her back while you are no less evil than me."   Eskaal's brows furrowed, a mixture of surprise and annoyance evident in his expression. "Where did you hear that?" L

 As the musings of his thoughts spiralled, a knock at the door disrupted the tranquillity of his solitude. “Who is this now?” The rapping sound echoed in the small space, reverberating like a foreign intrusion against the backdrop of his introspection. Eskaal's gaze flicked towards the door, his thoughts reluctantly torn away from the influx of confused ideas that had occupied his mind. Reluctantly, he stood up, his chair scraping softly against the wooden floor as he made his way to the door. “What the heck! Stop knocking repeatedly.” A sense of curiosity mingled with his contemplation as he unlocked the latch and swung the door open, revealing a figure bathed in the dim hallway light. It was Clara, her presence like a sudden burst of black colour in his already troubled world. Her eyes met his,

Eskaal sat on the weathered wooden bench inside the kitchen, his keen eyes fixed on Clara as she approached him with an air of innocence that didn't fool him for a moment. Eskaal observed Clara's approach from across the lounge, his keen wolf senses attuned to every nuance of her movement. Her steps were deliberate, her smile precise to seduce Eskaal, and her voice dripped with an uncharacteristic and unnatural sweetness. He leaned against the stone pillar, his expression unreadable, though his mind was far from oblivious. The gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair, but his attention remained unwavering, locked onto her every movement. He knew precisely why Clara had sought him out in this secluded corner of the castle grounds. The tension that had lingered between them for weeks had finally reached its breaking point.