Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Aurora’s P.O.V

I wake up with a gasp, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to gather my bearings. My hands clutch at the sheets beneath me, fingers curling into the fabric as my eyes dart around the room. No. Not again. Not this place.

My mother’s room–the room from my nightmares. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, just like it always is, and the dim glow of the night lamp illuminates the room, casting eerie shadows across the walls. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to do this again.

I sit up, rubbing at my eyes, trying to will the dream away. That’s all it is–a dream. A cruel, recurring dream that refuses to let me go. But something is different this time. My body aches, a dull throbbing pain spreading through my limbs as if I’ve been through something brutal.

My head pounds the moment I try to think, like someone is hammering against my skull, forcing me to stay disoriented. What happened? Why do I feel like this? I press my fingers against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to remember, but nothing comes. Just

emptiness.

Swallowing hard, I force myself to look around the room again, searching for any sign of what’s about to happen. This room–it’s always the same. The antique dresser against the far wall, the photos of my mother from a lifetime ago, the ornate mirror that reflects more than just a person’s face. Everything is exactly how I remember it, down to the slightly creased pillows and the way the flowers always seem to be in full bloom. My stomach churns, dread settling into my bones.

“Mom?” My voice cracks as I whisper into the silence. There’s no answer. Sometimes, I see her. Sometimes, she’s a silhouette against the dark warning me to run. Other times, I just hear her voice, whispering things I don’t understand. But right now–nothing. Just the suffocating weight of this place pressing down on me.

I clutch my arms, rubbing at the soreness in my muscles as I try to steady my breathing. Something about this feels real. Too real. The pain, the way my skin tingles with an unfamiliar sensation, the way my heart is racing like it knows something I don’t. If this is just a dream, then why does it feel like I’m actually here? Why does it feel like I won’t wake up this time?

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet meeting the cold wooden floor. A shiver runs up my spine. My body is screaming at me to be careful, to stay put, to not make a single move. But I can’t just sit here. Not when everything inside me is telling me that something is very,

very wrong.

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“Please,” I whisper, though I don’t know who I’m pleading with. My mother? The nightmare itself? Whoever keeps bringing me back to this place? “Just let me wake up.”

Silence.

And then-

A creak,

My breath catches in my throat. My head snaps toward the mirror, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The reflection is dark, shadowed, almost as if something is moving just beyond the glass. My chest tightens.

But then…silence once again, and the image seemed to be nothing but my reflection,

The silence in the room is deafening. I push myself off from the bed, wincing as my muscles protest. The room feels more real than before. It isn’t the shadowy, shifting place I had wandered through in countless dreams. The walls, once a shifting, formless void, are now a solid dark blue. It’s unsettling in a way I can’t quite explain, as if reality itself has decided to anchor me here against my will.

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