All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Bully: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The door to Rancel's home swung open with a heavy creak, announcing her return after weeks. She stepped inside, her demeanour a mixture of weariness and a lingering fire. The scent of a hearty stew wafted through the air, but any comfort it might have offered was overshadowed by the tension that seemed to cling to every corner of the room. Beta Liam, her father, sat at the kitchen table, his brows furrowed and his expression stern. As soon as Rancel entered, he stood up, his voice laden with disapproval. "Rancel, we need to talk." Rancel met her father's gaze with a measured indifference. She had anticipated this confrontation, even welcomed it. She shrugged off her coat and met his gaze head-on. "Fine, let's talk. What is it now?”  Liam's voice grew steely as he

[Meagia’s pov] I felt a mix of anxiety and confusion as I contemplated my situation. Alpha Eskaal, the father of my unborn child, was likely to be searching for me at this very moment. The news of my pregnancy must have reached him, but what made me even more anxious and worried was his prolonged absence. Was he struggling to locate me? Or was it possible that lycan king Kaldir had blocked his access to me? The thought gnawed at me, planting seeds of doubt and uncertainty. The longer he took, the more questions were clouding my mind, casting a loom of unease over my already precarious circumstances. I paced back and forth in the confined space when lycan king Kaldir, ever the overprotective lycan mate of mine, had gone to great lengths to shield me from the outside world. His protective measures had included blocking all forms of communication that could lead Eskaal to me. I understood his vision of doing so but with each passing day, my restlessness grew. I sank onto the comfy so

“Tell me alpha, Eskaal. Have you not been cheating on my daughter with Clara?” Beta Liam mocked him but the way he asked Eskaal knew that something was definitely wrong with him. Eskaal and Liam stood facing each other, a sense of tension hanging in the air.Eskaal's gaze didn't waver, but a shadow of regret flickered across his face. “Liam, it's not as simple as that. And you cannot compare your situation to mine.” Liam's fists clenched at his sides, struggling to control his emotions.Liam became furious upon his words seeing that Alpha Eskaal was not willing to listen to him. He wanted to make sure that Eskaal would bring Meagia back to him which he was not going to do. “Don't you dare play games with me, Eskaal! My daughter's happiness is at stake here.”Eskaal calmly spoke to him knowing that he was trying to make him feel bad. The beta Liam was already under suspect for him the way he had been acting the whole time. “I understand your anger, but you deserve to hear the full sto

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched across the road as Rancel's car pulled to a stop at the edge of the forest. She glanced around, her eyes darting cautiously, before she slipped out of the car. In her hand, she held a silver dagger, its glint an ominous reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. The darkness of the forest loomed before her, a gateway to the realm of mystery and uncertainty. The vampires. Every rustle of leaves and every whisper of the wind seemed to carry secrets that sent shivers down her spine. She knew she had to be cautious, every step could bring her closer to either her death or closer to danger. With her grip firm on the dagger, Rancel stepped forward, her footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees above, casting eerie patterns on the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and the greed driving her forward. As she ventured deeper into

In the grand hall of the castle, King Kaldir sat upon his ornate throne, an air of regal indifference surrounding him. The hall was illuminated in the warm glow of torchlight, casting flickering shadows on the marble columns and intricate carvings that adorned the walls. A gentle hum of courtly chatter resonated through the air as nobles and advisers mingled, their polished attire a stark contrast to the rugged stone and heavy wooden beams. The Lycan King Kaldir, however, seemed aloof to the world around him. His broad shoulders were adorned with a crimson robe that flowed down to the marble floor, its intricate golden embroidery glinting in the light. In his hand, he cradled a wine chalice, the deep red liquid within catching the torchlight and shimmering like a gemstone. The king's sleek black hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face that bore the weight of both age and authority. His brow was furrowed ever so slightly, as if he wrestled with matters of state even in moment