All Chapters of Claimed By My Alpha Bully: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

[Cinhard'S HOME - EVENING] Cinhard, Clara's concerned brother, paced anxiously in the grand hallway of their family home. The hours have stretched long into the evening, and there is no sign of Clara's return. Worry etches deep lines on his face as he glances repeatedly at the clock on the wall. Cinhard was apprehensive. “She should have been back by now. Where could she be?” As the minutes tick by, Cinhard's concern escalates. He knows Clara is resourceful, but the delay is unusual, and a nagging sense of unease grips him. Cinhard was determined to find her. “I can't wait any longer. I need to find her.” Cinhard heads to the study and hastily scribbles a note, instructing his men to go in search of Clara. 

  The taxi cab hums along the city streets after Rancel leaves her home, its headlights cutting through the darkness. Rancel, sitting with a stern expression, sits in the backseat. She gazes out of the window, watching as the familiar cityscape starts to give way to open fields and sparse trees. Her clenched jaw reveals the weight of a difficult decision. The cab driver, a middle-aged man with a friendly demeanor, glances at Rancel through the rearview mirror. The cab driver asked cheerfully. “So, where to, ma’am?” Rancel hesitates for a moment, her eyes fixed on the diminishing city lights in the distance. Her fingers drum nervously on his knee. Rancel became pensive on her decision. “Actually, could you please pull over here, just outside the c

 After delivering the grave news about Clara's condition, the doctor exits the room, leaving Cinhard alone with her. Cinhard remains seated beside Clara, his hand still clasping hers, his face a portrait of grief and anguish.  He gazes at Clara's still form, his eyes filled with tears that glisten in the harsh hospital lighting. Cinhard's shoulders shake with the weight of his sorrow, and he appears utterly broken. Cinhard began whispering. “Please, Clara, come back to me. I can't bear to lose you.” The monitors continue to beep rhythmically, the only sound in the room, punctuating the oppressive silence. But then, something changes in Cinhard's demeanor. His shoulders stop shaking, and his tears seem to evaporate as if by magic. A sinister, sly

[DUNGEON CELLAR - NIGHT] The dungeon is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint, flickering light of torches mounted on the stone walls. The air is thick with the musty scent of dampness and decay. Eskaal was in a rugged state, the determined Alpha of the Gravestone Pack, standing in his dimly lit cell, his eyes alert and focused on the heavy wooden door. Outside his cell, the sound of Guards footsteps echoes, as they patrol the corridors with their torches. Eskaal knows that his escape plan hinges on timing and stealth. He glances around the cell, his keen eyes assessing his surroundings. He spots an old, rusted keyring hanging from a hook on the wall, partially hidden in the shadows. It's a glimmer of hope, a chance to free himself from this dungeon and the oppressive rule of the rival Lycan king Kaldir.&

 As Eskaal holds Meagia in his embrace, his tears falling and his heart heavy with guilt, her confusion becomes more pronounced. She slowly pulls away from the hug, her eyes searching his face. Meagia was dazed and confused. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Eskaal was taken aback by her words. In her current state, she doesn't recognize him. Her memory seems fragmented, and the connection they once shared appears to be lost to her. Alpha Eskaal became heartbroken. “Meagia, it's me, Eskaal. Your husband. Your mate.” Meagia blinks, still unable to make sense of the situation. She scans the room and then looks back at Eskaal. Meagia became confused. “Eskaal? I don't understand. What's happening? You are dead, I know you are.&rdq