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

Caleb’s P.O.VTwo hours. It had been two damn hours, and still, nothing. Not a single sign of Aurora or Harmona. The guests had long since left, their chatter and laughter now just an echo in the past. But here, in the packhouse, the tension was suffocating. Alpha Camden, my father, had issued a full-blown territory-wide search, sending out patrol guards and soldiers in every direction, but they kept coming back with the same answer: nothing. “They’ve checked the burnt remains of Aurora’s old house,” my father muttered beside me, arms crossed, his jaw set in frustration. “No clues, nothing to follow.” I exhaled sharply, my fingers raking through my hair. “This doesn’t make sense. Aurora wouldn’t just vanish like this—she wouldn’t leave without telling anyone.” “She didn’t,” Damien’s voice was quiet but firm. He sat in the chair closest to Caroline’s bedside, his eyes never leaving her still face. “If Aurora’s missing, it’s because something happened.” The room was silent for a lon

Caleb’s P.O.VI barely have time to react before Caroline lets out a sharp, blood-curdling scream, her hands flying up to clutch her head as if something is splitting her skull in two. Damien and I are beside her in an instant, dropping down next to her as she gasps for air, her body trembling like a leaf caught in a storm. "Caroline!" I grab her wrist, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. "What's wrong? Talk to me!" She doesn't answer at first. Her wide, unfocused eyes dart around the room, her chest heaving, as if she has no idea where she is. The way her fingers dig into her scalp makes my stomach twist, like she’s trying to ground herself before she slips away entirely. "Caroline, hey, look at me!" Damien urges, shaking her shoulder lightly. "You're okay. You're safe. Just breathe." For a second, it feels like she isn't even hearing us. And then—suddenly—her whole body tenses. Her breath catches in her throat, and she finally blinks, her gaze snapping to me in pure confusi

Aurora’s P.O.VI stared at Harmona in shock, the words she had just spoken still echoing in my mind. My heart raced, and I felt the air grow thick around me. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out at first. I swallowed hard, trying to force the words out. “What do you mean?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with disbelief. “What on earth are you talking about?”Harmona didn’t seem fazed. She just smiled, that same cold smile she always wore, as if the world was a game to her. It made my stomach twist. Without saying a word, she picked up a plastic knife and handed it to me. "Here," she said, her tone overly sweet, "cut the cake."I just stared at the knife, my mind spinning. The cake? After everything she just said? I shook my head, pushing it away. "I don’t want to," I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.But Harmona didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the knife from me with a practiced motion and cut a slice of the cake herself. She raised it to her lips, as if the ent

Aurora’s P.O.VI sat curled up on the bed, my knees drawn tightly to my chest, eyes locked onto the skeleton in the glass case. My heart thudded in my chest, and yet the silence of the room felt suffocating. How could this be? The bones before me, the ones I assumed to be my mother’s, stared back at me, empty and cold.The soft floral scent of carnations hung in the air, mixing with the mustiness of the room. The photos, all of her, lined the walls, frozen moments from a time that seemed far too distant now. My breath caught as I realized what I was staring at wasn’t just a tragic reminder of my mother’s death—it was a statement. Whoever had done this, whoever had gone through the effort to dig up her grave and put her remains on display, was far from sane.The more I thought about it, the more the pieces fell together—too many unanswered questions, too many things that didn’t make sense. I could feel the gnawing sense of dread creeping up my spine, the familiar feeling that I had bee

Aurora’s P.O.VI paced back and forth in my room, the quiet tapping of my feet on the floor only adding to the pounding rhythm of my thoughts. Caleb. Caroline. Everyone out there, probably frantic, searching for me, and here I am, trapped in this space, cut off from everything that should matter.I try to connect with the people I care about, to feel something—anything—but it’s like there’s a wall between us. A blank, numb space where the bonds should be. What’s wrong with me? Is it me, or have they done something? Have they put some kind of spell on me? I can’t help but wonder, but the more I try to think it through, the more tangled my thoughts become.I can't even remember how I got here. The feeling of isolation grows heavier, suffocating me in a way I don’t know how to explain. Maybe if I can just get my mind off it, just clear my head for a second, things will make sense. But that’s the problem. Nothing makes sense. I run my fingers through my hair and glance toward the door, as