Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Caroline’s PO.V

I watched in silence as Alpha Camden stepped forward, his commanding presence filling the room. He gestured toward the door, and in walked a woman–at first glance, she looked like any ordinary middle–aged woman. Her pale skin and platinum blonde hair were unremarkable, but there was something about her, an energy that f couldn’t quite place. She had an aura that made me feel unsettled, like she wasn’t quite human.

Alpha Camden’s voice broke through my thoughts. “This is Harmona,” he said, his tone respectful.

“She’s a witch, and she’s here to help us understand something we’ve found. The symbol we discovered on the body of Aurora’s father.”

I glanced at the others, but my eyes kept returning to Harmona. She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she stood there, observing us with an intensity that made me feel like she was weighing each of us, seeing straight through to our core.

Finally, she spoke, her voice smooth, almost melodic. “I’ve studied the symbol,” she began, her gaze flicking to the papers Alpha Camden had spread out in front of us.

“It wasn’t easy. This particular sigil is unlike anything I’ve come across in my years of studying.”

I leaned forward slightly, intrigued. “What do you mean, it’s unlike anything you’ve seen?”

Harmona met my gaze for a moment before she continued. “It’s ancient, older than anything we typically deal with. The last time a symbol like this surfaced was centuries ago–during the Salem Witch Trials. The symbol was used as a form of protection, but there’s something else… something darker about it.”

The room grew quiet, the weight of her words sinking in. I felt a chill creep up my spine. Aurora’s father- someone whose death we’d thought was just another casualty in a much larger game–was somehow connected to something so old, so dangerous.

“How did you figure it out?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Harmona’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “I found a reference in an old text. One that had been hidden away for centuries. It took time, but the answers were there. And they tell me that this symbol, while protective, is also a binding spell.”

A binding spell? The mystery surrounding Aurora’s father just got a whole lot darker.

I leaned in, trying to make sense of the conversation. Jade’s voice broke the silence as he asked, “Does that symbol belong to witches?”

Harmona was quiet for a moment, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady, yet laced with a certain weight. “It does. But it’s not just any symbol,” she said, turning the small, intricate design over in her hands. “It was made for a very specific purpose.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. “What kind of purpose?” I asked, my curiosity growing by the

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Harmona met my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she was about to say was too heavy to bear.

“During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for magic, they had a way to avoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person–living or dead–and become human. For a time.”

Jade’s expression was a mix of disbelief and confusion. “Wait, so they could just give up their magic? Become normal?”

“Yes,” Harmona confirmed with a nod. “But there was a catch. It wasn’t permanent. The transfer had a time limit. And if the tests weren’t finished before the time ran out…” She let the words hang in the air, letting the weight of her statement sink in.

I swallowed, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. “If the time ran out, what happened?” I asked, already fearing the

answer.

Harmona’s eyes flickered with something dark. “The witch’s powers would return,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now. “And she would be caught, exposed for who she truly was.”

Jade shook his head, as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “So they basically had a ticking clock to prove they

weren’t witches, or they’d be… executed.”

“That’s exactly it,” Harmona replied. “And that symbol was a key part of the process. A desperate measure to

survive in a world that wanted us gone.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “So…that symbol,”

Harmona’s voice was calm but steady, “is a transfer of power. And indirectly, a transfer of soul.”

My mind raced to catch up, but before I could say anything, the room was filled with gasps. I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by the discovery or by the way everyone seemed to process it at once. I opened my mouth but

hesitated for a moment.

“So… you mean to say that whoever carved that symbol into Aurora’s father was a witch?” I asked, trying to make

sense of it.

“And they transferred their soul into him?” My voice cracked slightly, disbelief dripping through every word. Harmona met my gaze, her expression unreadable.

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice low, as though sharing a dangerous secret. “That is exactly what happened.”

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. It wasn’t just power that had been transferred; it was something far worse. A soul. I looked around, trying to make sense of it all. Everyone else was staring at Harmona as though she had just dropped the world’s most terrifying bombshell.

Alpha Camden finally stepped forward, his voice thick with frustration.

“What could a witch possibly want with him? And why possess Aurora’s father, of all people? His tone was sharp,

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Harmona met my gaze, her expression hardening slightly, as if the memory of what she was about to say was too heavy to bear.

“During the Salem Witch Trials,” she began, her voice lowering, “when women were tested for magic, they had a way to avoid being caught. They could temporarily transfer their magic to another person–living or dead–and

become human. For a time.”

Jade’s expression was a mix of disbelief and confusion. “Wait, so they could just give up their magic? Become

normal?”

“Yes,” Harmona confirmed with a nod. “But there was a catch. It wasn’t permanent. The transfer had a time limit. And if the tests weren’t finished before the time ran out…” She let the words hang in the air, letting the weight of

her statement sink in.

I swallowed, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. “If the time ran out, what happened?” I asked, already fearing the

answer.

Harmona’s eyes flickered with something dark. “The witch’s powers would return,” she said, her voice almost a whisper now. “And she would be caught, exposed for who she truly was.”

Jade shook his head, as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “So they basically had a ticking clock to prove they weren’t witches, or they’d be… executed.”

“That’s exactly it,” Harmona replied. “And that symbol was a key part of the process. A desperate measure to survive in a world that wanted us gone.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “So…that symbol,” Harmona’s voice was calm but steady, “is a transfer of power. And indirectly, a transfer of soul.”

My mind raced to catch up, but before I could say anything, the room was filled with gasps. I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked by the discovery or by the way everyone seemed to process it at once. I opened my mouth but hesitated for a moment.

“So… you mean to say that whoever carved that symbol into Aurora’s father was a witch?” I asked, trying to make sense of it.

“And they transferred their soul into him?” My voice cracked slightly, disbelief dripping through every word. Harmona met my gaze, her expression unreadable.

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