All Chapters of Claimed by My Bully Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aurora’s P.O.VI stepped into the kitchen next, already knowing what I’d find. The house was a mess. It always was after my father left. Empty bottles were scattered across the living room, and broken glass was on the floor where he’d thrown something in one of his rages. The stench of alcohol and misery clung to the air, so I had to open up a few windows to let some fresh air in.Cleaning the room within twenty minutes wasn’t the most difficult part, but trying to stay lucid and not topple over was. My body ached all over, and I could already tell that there was dried blood in my hair from the injury last night. But I hadn't had the time or luxury of a shower. I had to hurry, school started soon, and as a scholarship student, I couldn’t afford to take days off.So without further complains, I began cleaning the house to the best of my abilities. My hands trembled, my whole body felt numb, as if I’d been hit by a truck, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I found the remnants of my savings—no

Aurora’s P.O.VThe day dragged on. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as if the hours were stretching just to torture me. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate on anything. The bell couldn’t ring fast enough for me to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom. I was barely aware of the teacher’s voice droning on about something I couldn’t bring myself to care about. All I could think about was how long it was taking for the clock to reach lunch.I had never been the best in academics, and I haven’t exactly been enjoying my high school life. I don’t have the motivation nor the time to devote myself to my studies.I was only here because nobody would look at a high school dropout and think, “Ah, that’s the one. She’s definitely going places.”I wanted to stay in school for as long as the universe would allow, because graduating would get me a better job than a waitress working at a tiny diner for minimum wage. I was here because of duty; of the obligation to make life ea

Aurora’s P.O.VI could feel the hot tears welling up in my eyes as I rushed down the hallway, my steps quick and frantic. The cruel laughter, the whispers, the looks—it was all too much. My chest tightened with a sense of suffocation as I finally pushed the bathroom door open and darted inside, locking it behind me.The fluorescent lights above buzzed quietly, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and my breath, shallow and uneven. I stumbled to one of the stalls, slamming the door behind me as I crumpled to the floor. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and I didn’t even try.Mia’s words echoed in my head, over and over. I couldn’t believe she’d slapped me in front of everyone just for an accident. And then, she had the nerve to demand twenty thousand dollars from me, as if I had that kind of money. As if I could just pull it out of thin air.I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle my sobs. I hated how weak I sounded, hated how I was letting the

Aurora’s P.O.VThe bell rang once again, signaling the near-end of another torturous day at school. My body felt heavy with exhaustion like I was dragging a boulder with every step. I had always been set apart from my other classmates due to my circumstances. I was always the odd one out. But at this point at school, I often agreed with them on one thing: mathematics should never be set as the last class in the time table.Everyone hated biology, but no one hated it more than me. I wasn’t bad at the subject; in fact, I usually did pretty well, but somehow, it felt like I was always playing catch-up in a class full of kids who didn't care.I bit back a groan as I settled into my chair at the back of the room. This class was one of the few that I shared with Caleb and his gang, and I watched as they entered the room a couple of minutes after me, their presence loud and imposing even though they didn’t make any noise.Almost all heads turned in their direction as they entered, but they si

Aurora’s P.O.VAs soon as I rush out of the classroom, weaving through the chattering students crowding the hallway, I hear my name being called from behind. The voice is familiar, a little breathless, but firm. I turn my head and see Caroline jogging toward me, her bag slung over one shoulder, a notebook clutched in her hands. Her long ponytail bounces with each step, and there’s a determined look in her eyes, like she won’t take no for an answer.Before I can even ask what’s going on, she extends the notebook toward me. “Here,” she says, her breath still evening out from the short jog. “This has all my notes. Go through it carefully, okay? The test next week isn’t going to be easy.”I stare at the notebook, my brows furrowing. “Wait—what? Why are you giving this to me? You’ll need it too.” I hesitate before taking it, my fingers hovering over the worn edges of the pages. I know how meticulous Caroline is about her notes—every single detail is always in place, perfectly highlighted, a