All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Bully: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The dimly lit lounge of Zilver's house was filled with tension. The soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps casted long shadows across the room. Zilver, the lycan king, in his mid-20s with a rugged charm and piercing blue eyes, paces back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He was wearing a tailored suit, but his dishevelled appearance betrays the turmoil within. His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he contemplated the recent events involving alpha Eskaal, the close friend and brother-in-law, who had been targeted in a brutal attack. Zilver's mind had raced, his thoughts jumbled like a tangled web. He had recalled the cryptic messages and ominous warnings that had preceded the assault, and his determination to uncover the truth had consumed him. He had taken a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but it had been no use. Zilver spoke while whispering to himself. “Eskaal... What's happened to you?” He had stopped at a window, staring out into the inky d

Rancel, still adorned in her elegant mourning attire, sat alone in her lavishly decorated bedroom. The room was filled with somber shades of black and gray, the grandeur of her surroundings serving as a stark contrast to her grief-stricken state. A small, delicate portrait of Eskaal rested on her nightstand, and she gazed at it with a mixture of sorrow and anger. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hands trembled as she clutched a handkerchief. Rancel smirked and inhaled deeply while recalling every kind of bad memory to change her tone. She started whispering, tears in her eyes as she began to pretend to be remorseful. “Eskaal... I never got to say goodbye.” She lowered her head, overcome by the weight of her emotions. Her anguish deepened, and for a moment, it seemed as though she was genuinely mourning his loss. However, a wicked smirk began to play at the corner of her lips. Her eyes gleamed with a cunning glint as she envisioned a cruel plan. Rancel began to practise before

The chamber which was turned into a nursery room was bathed in soft, morning light filtering through delicate curtains. The room was adorned with plush toys, pastel-coloured walls, and a crib in the centre, where a peacefully sleeping baby lay. Kaldir peeked inside with the door ajar, his imposing figure with a stern countenance, entering the room with measured steps the lycan king stared at the child. He moved silently, his presence juxtaposed against the innocence of the sleeping child.As he approached the crib, his expression softened, revealing a tenderness hidden beneath his exterior. He gazed down at the slumbering infant, captivated by the sight of the child. The baby stirred, letting out a gentle coo, and Kaldir reached out a finger to lightly brush the tiny hand.Kaldir began whispering, with a hint of emotion. He leaned in near the child with a soft gaze. “You are the future, little one. A world of possibilities awaits you. You shall be my mate. I thought it was your mothe

[Rancel'S HOUSE - NEXT EVENING]Alpha Cinhard, Clara's brother, stood outside Rancel's opulent house, his face etched with worry and anger. He knew that confronting Rancel was the only way to uncover the truth behind the false letter that had shattered his sister's heart.With a deep breath, he knocked forcefully on the door. Moments later, it swung open, revealing Rancel, her face wearing a carefully composed expression of surprise. Though her obvious expressions disclosed everything. Cinhard confronted her sternly. “We need to talk, Rancel, and I want answers.” Rancel's facade wavered for an instant, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She stepped aside, allowing Cinhard to enter the lavishly decorated house which she had just bought.Rancel was still pretending to be surprised. “Cinhard, what brings you here at this hour?” Cinhard wasted no time and got straight to the point, his voice laced with anger. His tone was accusatory while looking at her. “Why did you give Clara that f

Clara, determined and desperate, ventured deep into the heart of the enchanted forest. The dense trees seemed to whisper secrets as she moved further into the mystical realm of witches, their gnarled branches forming an eerie canopy overhead.The forest was alive with magic, and the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Clara's footsteps are careful, her resolve unwavering as she headed towards the winding path toward a sacred grove rumoured to be the dwelling place of the Supreme witch.At the edge of the grove, Clara pauses to catch her breath, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She wears a pendant around her neck, a symbol of her family's connection to the witches, and she clutched it tightly, seeking strength.With a deep breath, Clara stepped into the groove, and the atmosphere changed instantly. The air is charged with mystical energy, and the trees part to reveal a clearing where a powerful presence awaits.The Supreme witch, a figure cloak