Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232

Aurora’s P.O.V

He glanced over at the skeleton in the glass case, the hollow, lifeless figure of the person who had mattered most to me in this world. It stood there, cold and unmoving, a grotesque reminder of everything that was wrong with this place, with Lucas.

He turned back to me then, his gaze softening for a split second, but the anger was still there, buried just beneath the surface. “Now, our family is finally reunited.” His words were supposed to reassure me, to make me feel like this was some twisted version of closure, but all I felt was confusion. It wasn’t closed at all. It was a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

Watching the hollow eyes of my mother staring back at me…trapped in that glass box, unable to find rest even in death…it was a horrible scenario that I wouldn’t even wish upon my enemies.

I wanted to scream, to run, but I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, paralyzed by the unease creeping up my spine. The more I stared at him, the more the pieces started to fall into place, but none of them made any sense. I couldn’t ignore the creeping suspicion that had lodged itself in my mind. He wasn’t just a stalker; he was something more, something darker.

What if his obsession with my mother had gone beyond the boundaries of sanity? What if he had… done something to her? The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, everything felt like it was closing in. I couldn’t stop the flood of terrifying possibilities running through my mind. Had he taken her by force? Trapped her here, in this very room, like he was doing to me now? The idea gnawed at me, poisoning my every thought.

I tried to shake the thought away, but it was impossible. Lucas was a monster, I could see that now. I didn’t know how he thought that my mother had hidden me away from the world, but I understood now that it was probably to protect me from him. He’d done something to her. He had to have. And now, he was going to do the same to me.

I sat there in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. I felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, and every time I looked out the window, all I saw was more confinement, more restrictions. I couldn’t take it any longer.

I knew I had to say something. I had to speak up, even if it meant risking the little peace I’d managed to find in this place. Because staying silent and staying locked up here forever and hoping to get rescued wasn’t the only option I could count on. I needed to find some kind of out, scout my location, possibly figure out where the hell this was. But I had to be extremely careful at the same time.

My heart raced as I gathered my courage, unsure if I could even get the words out without my voice cracking. “I… I feel stuffed here,” I finally muttered, the words barely escaping my throat. It felt like an admission of weakness, like I was complaining when I should just be grateful. But I couldn’t keep pretending

it was fine.

“If… if possible, I just want to stretch my legs, breathe some fresh air. I can’t just stay cooped up in here.”

I could almost see the storm brewing behind his eyes. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, wondering if he would see it as a rebellion, a challenge to his authority. I braced myself for the rejection, for the anger that I was sure would follow. After all, I had no right to ask for something as simple as a breath of fresh air.

But instead, something surprising happened. He smiled, that soft, reassuring smile that I hadn’t expected. It made my heart flutter, though a sense of guilt lingered in the back of my mind.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, his voice calm, as if I hadn’t just asked for something impossible. “When it’s done, I’ll come get you. You’ll get to stretch your legs and meet everyone else.”

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