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

Aurora’s P.O.VI stared at my reflection in horror; at the fresh bruise on my left cheek, watching the skin swell and turn a deep purple as it throbbed from within.I brought my hand up to touch a finger to my cheek, assessing the damage, but a sharp burst of pain made me yelp. With trembling lips and sweat glistening on my brows, I gripped the counter so tightly my knuckles turned white; it was all so I didn’t let out the scream trapped in my throat.Tears welled in my eyes but I knew I couldn’t scream; I couldn’t even cry.I can’t—shouldn’t—let him know…I thought desperately to myself. I shouldn’t scare him!Breathing through my mouth in short bursts, I tried to will the pain away, hoping that it would get better, but it didn’t. But I had to be strong, not for myself, but for him.I was the only one he had and if he saw me like this…no! I had to force myself to smile past my pain, so that he wouldn’t be scarred for life. After all, he was only 5, still untouched by the atrocities go

Aurora’s P.O.VTo say that school was boring was an understatement. 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 easier for my brother.And so, I sat at the back of the class, by the window, drifting in and out of focus as the seconds tick by ever so slowly. The class wasn’t very productive to begin with and my attention span refused to be cooperative today.I just had to survive this class. And then the next, and the next and the next…until it was finally lunch time.Because I didn’t have a lot of money and

Aurora’s P.O.VI 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.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 simply went on to their seats right at the front row, talking and laughing to themselves as they did.At exactly 2.15PM, our math teacher, Mr. Hemming, punctual as always, entered the room without so much as a greeting. He silently pulled out a stack of papers and began handing them out one by one—it was the test that he gave us earlier in the week.When he called my name, I quickly got

Aurora’s P.O.VEvery day, I would fetch my brother from school and drop him off at home, or with our next door neighbors, depending on how long my shift for the day was, before I headed to work.But today, thanks to that whole situation with Mr. Hemming, I wasn’t able to pick Riley up on time, and so the only option that had been available to me…hadn't been the most favorable one.“Sorry I’m late buddy,” I huffed, breathless after running toward the gate, where he was waiting patiently for me patiently, his big blue eyes wide with curiosity.“It’s okay,” Riley smiled, peering up at me. “Did something happen?”There was no way I was going to tell him about my math teacher, so I shook my head and gave him my best smile. “Nah,” I said, patting his head lightly. “I just had to finish some schoolwork, that’s all.”“Oh,” Riley nodded, grabbing the straps of his back as he walked beside me slowly.But when I glanced at the time on my phone, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to drop him off b

Caleb’s P.O.VI watched as she moved around the bustling diner, tending to customers, and felt myself grit my teeth in annoyance at her meek and pathetic behavior.Aurora was not exactly the most pleasing to look at. She was no eye candy by any means—pin-straight yet unkempt hair falling to her shoulders like a fence, dark circles around her eyes almost like a panda. There was absolutely nothing special or unique about her.But for some reason, I couldn’t help but follow her with my eyes.She was short, and somebody’s grandma probably had more charisma than her. Everyone knew how miserably pathetic her life was, and no one wanted to be her friend, as she was definitely not the model of optimism.Especially with her father cheating his way through half the town and gambling his life into debt, no one even dared to look in her direction in fear that even that would make their money disappear.So why…?I nearly jumped in my seat when she turned around, and our eyes accidentally met. Than