Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Caleb’s POV

1 lowered Caroline carefully to the ground, whispering a quick, “Stay here,” before I spun around and charged toward Damien. He hody was Bent met Aut looming, his face twisted with an anger that only fueled mine. With a roar, I kicked him off of her, sending him sprawling backward before throwing mercat onto him, fists already swinging.

I didn’t even give him a chance to speak–one punch after another, left and right, just like he’d done to me in the field after the match, but this time, I wasn’t holding back.

“This is how you get back at me, huh?” I growled, each word punctuated with a blow. “You can’t win a fight, so you go after my mate?”

Damien raised his hands defensively, trying to shield himself, but I could see the flicker of confusion and desperation in his eyes as he struggled under my fists. “Caleb, stop-” he gasped, his voice strained, barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. “It’s not like that… I didn’t mean… Check on your mate!”

*Like hell I will!” I snarled, landing another punch that left his lip split and bleeding. “You don’t get to tell me what to do after what you just pulled!

He struggled again, weaker this time, his breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. “Caleb, please” he rasped, his voice cracking. “Just… go see… her…

I barely heard him, too lost in my anger to care. My knuckles stung, but I didn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, not when every punch felt like I was avenging what he’d done, what he’d dared to try. But then, just as my fist was about to collide with his jaw again, a sound broke through the haze–a cry, sharp and filled with pain, from behind us.

My body froze mid–swing, my first hanging in the air. I turned slowly, blood roaring in my ears, and saw Aurora on the ground, lying still in a way that made fear twist in my gut. Caroline was beside her, holding her gently, eyes wide and darting between me and the scene we’d created.

I blinked, my rage dissipating like smoke in the wind, leaving only the raw, gnawing realization of what I’d done. My fists lowered, and I released Damien, my hands shaking as I stumbled back.

I turned around just in time to see Caroline holding Aurora in her arms, shaking her vigorously, her face tight with fear. In a heartbeat, I was beside her, my voice sharp, ‘Caroline, what are you doing? Stop shaking her–what’s wrong?” She looked up at me, wide–eyed and frantic, her voice soaked with terror.

“Caleb, she… she’s not breathing,” she gasped. “And… I- Her breath hitched, and I could see the faint tremor in her own chest. “I’m… I’m having trouble breathing too.”

A chill ran down my spine as the realization hit. Damien. He hadn’t been trying to kiss Aurora like I’d initially assumed. No, he must’ve been trying to give her CPR, desperate to get air into her lungs.

My hands were moving before I even fully processed the thought, taking Aurora from Caroline’s arms and placing her down, my mind racing as I recalled the basics. I wasn’t exactly an expert, but every wolf in the pack had been drilled in basic life–saving techniques. I pressed down on Aurora’s chest, counting out compressions with shaky breaths, my voice firm as I tried to ignore the fear tightening in my gut.

“Stay with me, Aurora. Come on.”

Caroline’s breaths were growing shallower, and I could see her beginning to sway. Damien stepped in, wrapping an arm around her to keep her upright, his own face stricken as he realized the severity of the situation.

“Caleb,” he called out urgently, his grip tightening as Caroline’s knees buckled. She was going down, too–whatever was happening to Aurora, it was hitting Caroline just as hard. Damien’s voice was strained, a fare crack in his usually calm demeanor. “Caleb, she’s slipping. She’s… she can’t breathe.”

I could feel the adrenaline spiking as I pressed harder, pouring all my focus into the rhythm of the compressions, my mind whirling with half–formed prayers and curses. Aurora’s tiny frame seemed too fragile under my hands, and with each press, my desperation only grew. “Come on, Aurora,” I whispered harshly, my voice breaking.

“You have to fight. You have to breathe.”

My hands trembled as pressed against Aurora’s chest, counting out compressions with a steady rhythm, even though my heart was pounding erratically.

“Come on, Aurora,” I whispered through gritted teeth, “you don’t get to leave me like this. Not now. I tried again, focusing on each compression, ignoring the pain flaring in my wrists and shoulders.

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Chapter 132

I was desperate to feel her bond reach back for me, desperate for any sign that she was still here, fighting to stay. But every time I reached out at we slamming into a wall–the bond just shut me out, cold and unyielding. The emptiness was terrifying.

Frustration and panic clawed at my chest, but I pushed it down. I leaned down to her, feeling the weight of hopelessness settling in my gut.

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