Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Aurora’s PO.V

1 stare at the wall across from me, my breath caught somewhere between my throat and my lungs, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything but let the horror wash over me. My mind refuses to process what I’m seeing, but my eyes won’t look away. There, trapped inside a tall, enclosed glass case, stands a skeleton–dressed in a green dress and wearing a brown wig.

I swallow hard, my hands shaking at my sides, my heart hammering so loudly that I can hear it in my ears. That dress. That hair.

No. No, no, no. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.

A memory flickers to life in my head, hazy at first but growing clearer with every passing second. My mother, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting that very same dress, smiling at me as I tugged on the hem, telling me I’d grow up to be just as beautiful as she was. I can almost hear her voice, soft and warm, calling my name. If I wasn’t already on the ground, I don’t think I would’ve been able to stay up any longer.

“This isn’t happening,” I whisper to myself, my voice barely a breath. “It’s a mistake. It has to be a mistake.”

But my body knows the truth before my mind is willing to accept it. The way my stomach twists, the way my chest tightens–it all tells me what I’m too afraid to admit. This isn’t just some random skeleton someone put in a case. This isn’t some sick joke.

This is her.

This is my mother.

A strangled sound escapes me, something between a gasp and a sob, and I slap a hand over my mouth, shaking my head furiously. “No, no, no, no, no,” I mutter, as if saying it enough times will change reality. But the skeleton doesn’t move. The glass case doesn’t disappear. The dress remains the same, the wig still in place, mocking me with its cruel familiarity.

Who would do this? Why would someone put her in here like this, like some kind of grotesque display? My mother was kind, gentle, and loving. She deserved warmth, peace, not… this. Not to be locked away in a glass/case like a museum exhibit.

My vision blurs as tears spill over, and I clutch at my chest, trying to force air into my lungs. This can’t be real. This can’t be my life.

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And yet, it is.

I don’t know how long I had been laying there, eyes locked on the glass casing. But slowly, t started to notice even more details. It was filled with carnations–red, white, pink, and purple. Each one more vivid than the last. The scent wafted through the room, clinging to the air like a sweet, suffocating fog. It surrounded me, invaded my lungs, and I could barely breathe. I swiped a hand through my hair, my fingers trembling. The flowers were beautiful, too beautiful for this place. Too beautiful for whatever twisted game I was being forced to play.

I slapped my cheek, hard, as if the pain would somehow pull me out of this nightmare. But nothing happened. The room didn’t shift. The flowers didn’t disappear. I couldn’t wake up, couldn’t escape. My pulse quickened, my breaths shallow. I slapped myself again, the sting barely registering through the panic that gripped me. But nothing. No change. Just the relentless presence of those carnations, blooming in every corner, their petals taunting me.

I felt tears start to burn at the edges of my eyes. It wasn’t just the flowers; it was everything- the suffocating silence, the fear creeping up my spine, the uncertainty of what was happening and why. The walls felt like they were closing in, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I brought my knees up to my chest, my hands shaking as I wiped away the tears. I was losing it. I was losing myself.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the door creaked open. I jumped, my heart pounding in my chest, and there she was–Harmona. A smile stretched across her face, serene and sweet like she had just walked in from a spring garden. She held a cake in her hands, a massive thing covered in delicate frosting, and I could see the flickering light of candles on top, their flames dancing in the stillness.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away. The scene was too absurd. Here I was, drowning in a sea of confusion, choking on fear, and Harmona waltzes in like this was some sort of celebration.

“Happy birthday, Aurora,” she said, her voice soft, as if the world outside didn’t exist. I could barely respond, my throat tight with a thousand unspoken questions. What was this? Why did she seem so… calm? Why wasn’t she terrified like I was?

I could barely move, my body trembling with exhaustion and the suffocating weight of everything closing in around me. Every part of me ached as I forced myself to crawl toward her, every inch of movement feeling like I was dragging myself through a nightmare I couldn’t escape. I needed to get out of this place, away from whatever this was. But when I reached her, I couldn’t speak–couldn’t do anything except whisper in the quietest, most desperate way possible.

“Please, help me.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye, but I could feel her watching me, almost like she knew everything that was happening inside my head. I just wanted to leave, to escape

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Chapter 226

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