Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Aurora’s P.O.V

The air is thick with the scent of fresh grass and the distant tang of sweat, the usual atmosphere of a high school football game. The roar of the small crowd gathered at the field to watch the team is almost deafening, yet it fades into a dull hum in my ears as I sit at the back of the bleachers, my legs tucked up, arms wrapped loosely around my knees.

I shouldn’t be here. I know that. And yet, here I am, watching him. Caleb. The golden boy. The one who knows exactly how to command a game, his presence undeniable as he barks out plays, his eyes scanning the field with the sharpness of a predator.

Even from this distance, I can see the way he moves–so sure, so unshaken, as if nothing in the world could touch him. He throws a perfect pass to the receiver, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Mia and the others, are at the front with their pompoms, chanting in unison, their synchronized movements a blur of red and white. I know I should look somewhere else, anywhere else, but I can’t. My eyes remain locked on him, the weight in my chest pressing heavier with every second that passes.

Why am I even here? After everything that happened at the cafeteria, after everything that happened yesterday. I told myself I wouldn’t do this, that I wouldn’t let myself get dragged back into his orbit, but my body betrays me, my heart even more so. Because even though I don’t want to care, I do. And watching him like this, watching the way he takes control, the way he makes it all look so effortless, makes it impossible to pretend otherwise.

I’m drawn to Caleb, like a moth to the flames. And I have no doubt that this was going to burn me sooner rather than later.

Just as I sink deeper into my thoughts, I feel a presence beside me, a shift in the bench that sends a small tremor through the metal. I turn my head slightly, already knowing who it is before I even see her. Caroline. She doesn’t say anything at first, just extends her arm, a cold glass of soda resting in her palm.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” she says, her voice calm, almost teasing, but not in a way that demands a response.

I watched as Caroline placed the drink in front of me, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she offered a small smile. “I, um… I had no idea what you liked, so I just got you a strawberry punch. I hope that’s alright.” Her voice was gentle, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if I would accept even something as small as a drink from her.

For a moment, I just stared at the cup, my fingers twitching slightly before I hesitantly reached out for it. The gesture caught me off guard, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. People didn’t usually do things like this for me—not without expecting something in return. But Caroline… she didn’t look like she had any hidden intentions. She just looked sincere.

“Thank you,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I wrapped my hands around the cup, letting the cool condensation seep into my fingertips. Then, after a beat, I glanced up at her, furrowing my brows. “But… are you sure you want to be sitting here? Shouldn’t you be at the front, cheering for Caleb?” My words were careful, cautious, like I was trying to give her an out in case she realized she had better things to do

than sit here with me.

Caroline, however, just let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I’d much rather be here,” she admitted, leaning slightly toward me as if sharing a secret. “To be honest, I’m not really the type to scream and jump up and down at the front. And besides…” She hesitated for a second before offering me a genuine smile. “I think you’re nice company.”

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