Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Aurora’s POV

Caleb’s lips pressed into a thin line as he forced himself to smile, and he shook his head, but his eyes betrayed him. They were filled with worry.

“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, his tone too rushed, even though he tried to mask it with a smile, “You’re just overthinking it, Aurora. You’ve been through a lot recently and maybe that’s overwhelming you.”

But Caleb’s shocked expression earlier had only solidifies the unease swirling in my chest. I don’t need him to say anything; I can feel it in the silence between us, the way his eyes dart like he’s trying to make sense of something impossible.

the fact that I could feel the bond in a way that didn’t seem

now, when Caleb’s emotions seemed to be completely

I knew I had said something to freak him out, but I just didn’t know what it was. Maybe it possible even two days ago? But the sensation was fleeting. It came and went in pulses, ju shielded from me, unlike just a minute ago when I got this clear idea that he was hiding something from me.

It’s been this way ever since I woke up after that incident. Something was wrong–no, something was different. I don’t know how to put it into words, and honestly, I’m too terrified to try. Every time I think about what happened, my mind skims over the details like a skipping stone, refusing to dive into the depths of it. But one thing is clear: that shadowy figure, the one that touched me, didn’t just disappear when I blacked out. It left something behind.

I feel it now, a tether of sorts, as though an invisible thread is pulling at the edges of my soul. It’s not painful–at least not physically–but the weight of it presses against my thoughts, making me feel like I’m not entirely myself. What scares me the most is the strange, inexplicable connection I feel to it. Like it’s calling out to me, whispering my name in the spaces between my breaths. And the worst part? A small, traitorous part of me wants to answer.

I kept those thoughts locked inside, uncertain how to explain this strange connection to something I’ve never even seen. The confusion churns within me, but I can’t bring myself to voice it yet. Instead, I turn to Caleb, the one person I can trust, and admit the fear that grips me.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whisper, my voice trembling. ‘I keep feeling this way, and I don’t even understand why, and that scares me more than anything else.”

Caleb’s gaze softens, and he reaches for my hand, his warmth grounding me. “We’ll figure it out,” he says, his tone steady, unwavering.

“You’re not alone in this, Aurora. I’m with you. Always.” He squeezes my hand, his strength a silent promise. “You’re my mate. You’re going to be the Luna of this pack. I’ll make sure we have all the help we need. I’m not going to let anyone, supernatural or otherwise, take you away from me.”

But that only makes my chest tighten more. “I don’t want to drag anyone else into this,” I say, my voice firmer now, though the fear is still there, coiled tight in my stomach.

“I don’t even know what this is or where it’s leading. It’s my mess, Caleb. Not yours, not theirs.”

Before I can say more, he’s on his feet, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. He steps closer, cupping my face with his strong, steady hands. His touch is soft, but his actions are anything but. His lips crash against mine, stealing away the protest I was about to make.

The kiss is fervent, consuming, like he’s trying to communicate something that words could never express. His fingers slide into my hair, pulling me closer, and I feel myself melting into him, losing track of everything but the way he holds me, the way he owns this moment.

I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss, letting myself get swept away by the heat of the moment. His lips ar so soft as they move against mine, and his tongue flicks out to run along my lower lip, causing me to gasp.

Caleb takes advantage of the situation, letting his tongue into my mouth, exploring me as his hands pull me even closer to his chest, until there is no space between us. Desire rushes through my veins like liquid fire, my stomach tingles in a way that I had never felt before.

Without me knowing, my hands are on his nape, tangles in his hair, pulling us incredibly closer even though my lungs burn from protest at the lack of oxygen. But in that moment, nothing else matters but me and him, and this searing connection between us that is impossible to break,

For those few moments, I couldn’t think. My entire world shrank to nothing but the feeling of his lips on mine, the connection between us burning brighter than anything else. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of love, of unwavering loyalty. When we finally broke apart, I was breathless, my heart thundering inside my ribcage hard enough to threaten to break through.

I looked up at him, and for a moment, all my doubts and fears threatened to swallow me whole. But in his eyes, there was something steady, something unshakable. And maybe, just maybe, it was enough.

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