Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

I stepped closer, my nails digging into the edge of the table as I glared at him. “What, were you high? Drunk? Did you drown out the pain with drugs and bocze like the coward you always were? Did it make it easier for you, huh?” My voice echoed in the small room, harsh and unrelenting. “You deserye

You deserve to suffer!”

My throat burned, and my vision blurred completely now, hot tears streaming down my face. I didn’t wipe them away. I couldn’t. All the anger, the barred. the years of pent–up rage–it all came pouring out, and there was no stopping it.

Caleb, along with the healer stood to the side, their expression unreadable, but they said nothing. The corpse, of course, didn’t respond. It just lay there, silent and empty, as if mocking me with its stillness.

I backed away, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “You don’t get to just die like this,” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else. “You don’t get to leave without paying for everything you’ve done.”

And yet, he had.

The lights overhead flickered suddenly, the dim glow casting eerie shadows along the sterile walls of the morgue. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood. there, staring at the lifeless corpse on the cold metal table. My fists clenched at my sides, the rage inside me bubbling over like a dam broken free. The sight of him–still, unfeeling, and free–was too much to bear.

“You don’t get to just lie there and escape it all!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I reached for the tray of surgical tools on the nearby table. My hand swept across it in a blind fury, sending scalpels and forceps clattering to the floor.

“You don’t get to leave without facing what you did! Without apologizing to me! To Riley!” My voice rose with every word, trembling with the weight of my anger and grief. “How dare you take the easy way out? After everything you put us through…”

I didn’t even realize my legs had begun to give out beneath me until strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. Caleb.

“Aurora, stop!” he hissed, his tone firm but laced with concern. He dragged me away from the table as I struggled against his hold, my nails digging into his forearms in a futile attempt to free myself.

“No!” I screamed, twisting in his grasp. Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, blurring my vision.

“He didn’t deserve to die like this! He deserved to suffer! To pay for what he did! Do you hear me?” My voice broke again, the words spilling out in desperate, anguished sobs. Caleb didn’t let go, even as my body shook with the force of my rage.

The healer quietly shut the morgue door, leaving the two of us in the dimly lit hallway. Caleb turned me to face him, his hands gripping my shoulders firmly.

“Aurora, listen to me,” he said, his voice gentler now, but his eyes hard with determination. “This isn’t the way. You’re hurting yourself more than anything. Please, stop.”

But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. The weight of it all–the betrayal, the pain, the injustice–pressed down on me,

suffocating and inescapable.

“He deserved worse!” I sobbed, my knees buckling as my energy waned. Caleb caught me, lowering us both to the ground as I clung to him, my cries echoing through the empty corridor.

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