Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 135

Caleb’s P.Q.V

I stood there, watching as the reality of the situation sank into everyone’s expressions, each face frozen with a mix of horror and disbelief. The idea of a three–day–old corpse just showing up here, at our school of all places, seemed so utterly insane that I almost felt like I was trapped in some twisted nightmare.

And right in front of Aurora, no less. How the hell did this happen? Alpha Camden was the first to speak, breaking the stunned silenes with a low, serious tene that carried the weight of authority and relief.

“It’s good no humans were around,‘ he said, crossing his arms with a grim frown. If anyone outside our circle had seen that… well, it would’ve been a much more difficult situation to contain.”

Damien, still processing, looked between Alpha Camden and me, his expression bordering on outrage and confusion. “Are you sure this isn’t some kind of sick prank?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Maybe someone’s messing with Aurora, bullying her, trying to scare her? It’s just… who would do this?”

I shook my head slowly, the heaviness of the whole situation pressing down on me. “Aurora quit school a while ago.” I replied. “She’s been safe here ever since. Besides, for someone to go to these lengths–to find the corpse, or at least preserve it, bring it here, and dump it right in front of her–no, Damien. This isn’t just a prank. Whoever’s behind this, they’re way beyond any normal sense of messing around. They’d have to be mentally insane.”

Just then, the healer, who had been standing a little behind us, quietly cleared her throat, drawing our attention. Her face was pale, her brows knitted in something like confusion–or was it fear? She looked down at her hands, as if recalling the sight she’d just witnessed, and then back at us.

“I don’t know if I should mention this,” she started, hesitating, “but… there was something else on the corpse. Something I saw that I can’t quite make sense of. It… it shouldn’t have been there.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms impatiently. “What did you see, then?” he prompted. “Spit it out.”

The healer’s gaze flicked to me, her lips pressing into a tight line as if trying to decide how much to say.

“There was a mark. Right at the centre of his chest. A symbol… I couldn’t recognize it, but it seems to be from old scrolls, something ancient. But that’s just…bizarre. The symbol seemed to be carved after the death of the corpse.”

Alpha Camden’s expression darkened, and I felt my pulse quicken, a shiver creeping down my spine.

Someone didn’t only decide to play some sick prank, or whatever the hell this was…but they went as far as to mutilate a corpse? How sick can a person be to go this far?

“Lead me to the corpse,” my father ordered the healer, his tone firm but laced with something else–apprehension, maybe. I glanced over at Damien, who caught my eye, his expression just as determined as mine. Father’s gaze shifted to us, brow furrowing slightly.

“You two can stay behind,” he said, and I could tell he was trying to shield us, spare us from whatever lay ahead.

But Damien shook his head almost instantly, his voice steady. “We’re coming with you, Alpha,” he insisted, his tone brooking no argument. I nodded in agreement, feeling a tight resolve settle in my gut.

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