Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 14

Claimed by My Bully Alpha

Chapter 14

Caleb’s POV

The ball was in my hands, and the game had my full attention–or at least that’s what I wanted to believe. My focus should have been on the field, on the play, on securing the win, but my mind had other ideas. In my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Caroline and Aurora talking. My grip on the ball tightened, my jaw clenched.

I knew Caroline well enough to know when she was genuinely interested in someone, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her attention toward Aurora wasn’t just casual curiosity. It made my skin prickle with something I didn’t want to name.

I told myself it was nothing. I told myself I didn’t care. But my agitation was far deeper than I let on. It wasn’t just about Caroline. It was about Aurora, I didn’t want her getting too close to Caroline, and the reasons for that were… personal. More personal than I was willing to admit, even to myself. I could feel it like an itch in the back of my mind, a slow burn that refused to go away no matter how much I tried to ignore it.

Then, suddenly, a commotion from the sidelines shattered my thoughts, dragging me back to reality. The noise wasn’t just background chatter -it was sharp, charged with an unmistakable energy that only one person could bring.

I stiffen the moment I catch his scent, my entire body going on high alert before I even turn to face him. This wasn’t just any enemy walking into my territory–this was him. He and I had been at each other’s throats for as long as I could remember, our rivalry stretching over years, fueled by countless battles, unspoken grudges, and the burning desire to see the other fall. And now, here he was, striding toward me with that ever–infuriating smirk, as if he owned the damn place.

Damien Salvatore. The quarterback of Bar Harbor High. My rival. And more importantly, the future Alpha of Woodland Hunters, the pack that bordered ours.

“Caleb,” he drawls, his voice thick with amusement, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat. “I was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. See how you’re preparing for our annual match.”

I narrow my eyes, fists instinctively clenching at my sides. Damien never did anything without an agenda, and I wasn’t naive enough to believe he just happened to be nearby. “Cut the crap,” I say flatly. “I don’t believe for a second that you’re here just for that. So, unless you want a fight right now, I suggest you turn around and leave.”

Damien tilts his head, that smirk widening, his gaze gleaming with amusement. He thrives off this–the tension, the hostility, the constant push and pull between us. “Now, now,” he muses. “No need to be so hostile. Can’t an old rival come say hello without you assuming the worst?”

I scoff, shifting my stance slightly, already preparing for the inevitable. “Not when that rival is you.”

A slow smirk played on his lips as he walked toward the field, his presence immediately drawing the attention of half the crowd. He thrived on it. Every step he took was deliberate, confident, like he owned the place, despite the fact that he was on our turf.

He chuckled, stopping just a few feet away. “Come on, Caleb. Don’t be like that. Just thought I’d check out the competition before the big game next month.” His eyes flickered past me for a split second, and then his smirk deepened.

I didn’t have to follow his gaze to know where it had landed.

Towards Aurora and Caroline.

Something inside me twisted, something printal, something possessive. I clenched my fists at my sides, exhaling through my nose. He was doing this on purpose. He wanted a reaction. And damn it, he was close to getting one.

He chuckles, as if thoroughly entertained, then steps even closer. “I also heard your birthday’s coming up soon,” he says, his tone deliberately slow, calculated. “So I figured I’d wish you in advance.”

I don’t respond, just watch him carefully, waiting for the punchline–because there is always a punchline with Damien. And sure enough, his smirk turns razor–sharp as he leans in slightly, voice lowering just enough to make sure I catch every word.

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Chapter 14

“My only wish,” he murmurs, “is that your mate absolutely hates your guts.”

The second the words leave his month, something inside me shaps. A low growl rumbles in my chest as 1 lunge at him without thinking, my vision going red with fury. Damien was always good at getting under my skin, but this–this was a low blow, even for him. I swing first, my fist colliding with his jaw in a satisfying crack, sending him stumbling back a step. But he barely has time to recover before I’m on him again, shoving him hard against the nearest wall.

“You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?” I snarl, my grip tightening on his collar.

Damien, infuriating as ever, merely laughs, even with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

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