Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Aurora’s POV

I stared at Harmona in shock, the words she had just spoken still echoing in my mind. My heart raced, and I felt the air grow thick around me. I opened may mouth, but no sound came out at first. I swallowed hard, trying to force the words out. “What do you mean?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with disbelief. “What on earth are you talking about?”

Harmona didn’t seem fazed. She just smiled, that same cold smile she always wore, as if the world was a game to her. It made my stomach twist. Without saying a word, she picked up a plastic knife and handed it to me. “Here,” she said, her tone overly sweet, “cut the cake.”

I just stared at the knife, my mind spinning. The cake? After everything she just said? I shook my head, pushing it away. “I don’t want to,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.

But Harmona didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the knife from me with a practiced motion and cut a slice of the cake herself. She raised it to her lips, as if the entire moment was just another casual routine for her, and took a bite. “You should really appreciate it, you know,” she said, her words dripping with fake sweetness. “Your father made this cake himself. It’s delicious.”

I froze, my blood turning to ice. My father? The words hit me like a slap, harder than anything Harmona had just done. I felt my throat close up, my breath shallow. “My father is dead,” I said, forcing the words out, the truth of it still heavy in my chest. “What are you talking about?”

For a second, Harmona didn’t say anything. She just stared at me, her smile never faltering, as if I had said nothing at all. But then her eyes hardened, and before I could even react, she slapped me-hard-across the face.

My head snapped to the side, the sting on my cheek making my entire face burn. “Never. Bring. That. Monster. Up. Again, she hissed through clenched teeth, her grip tightening on the plate in her hands. “He wasn’t your father, and you’ll never speak of him like that again. Your real father is here now, Aurora. He’s finally here, and you’re free of all those fake people. You’re with your true family now.”

I staggered backward, my mind refusing to process the words she was saying. My breath caught in my throat, and all I could do was stare at her, wide-eyed, my heart pounding in my chest.

What… What the hell are you talking about?” I whispered, the words barely leaving my lips. This couldn’t be real.

couldn’t be.

I felt my hands tremble as Harmony’s cold, calculating gaze locked onto me, I tried to step back, the weight of her presence pressing on me like a vice. I could already feel the air in the room thickening, and my throat constricted as fear bubbled up inside me. I wanted to run, to escape, but the overwhelming tension in the air was suffocating.

“You’re not going anywhere, Aurora, Harmona said, her voice soft but dripping with menace. “It’s your eighteenth birthday, and we’re going to celebrate properly.”

I flinched, her words causing a knot of dread to form in my stomach. I had barely registered the cake in front of me, but now it seemed like it was there for one purpose: to trap me further in this twisted celebration. My heart raced as she shoved the cake towards me, forcing a slice into my mouth. I tried to pull away, to protest, but she was stronger than me. Her grip was iron, and before I knew it, I was chewing the sweet frosting, my tears mingling with the cake’s sugary taste.

Come on, blow out the candles, Harmona urged after she was done force-feeding me a slice, her smile widening. “It’s tradition. Make a wish.”

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