Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234

Calebs POV

Damien and I tore through Haiman’s room like two people desperate for something, anything that might give us a clue about where she went or what the was planning I couldn’t help myself. The room was a mess, luggage discarded, clothes tossed aside, her things scattered everywhere.

It felt wrong, forsking through her stuff like this, but I was past caring. We needed answers, and if we had to dig through everything she left behind to find them, then so be it

Damien, however, seemed more annoyed than desperate. This is pointless, he muttered, flicking through one of the spell books she’d left behind, barely glancing at it “We don’t know shit about magic, Caleb. You’re wasting time.”

Isha him a glare, but my voice remained steady. “Keep looking. You never know. At this point, anything could be useful.

He let out deep sigh but grudgingly flipped through another book, clearly not as hopeful as I was. 1, on the other hand, didn’t have the luxury of giving up. 1 rummaged through every drawer, knocked over a chair, and even upturned her luggage, scattering the contents all over the floor. The more I searched, the more I realized how little she’d left behind. Nothing valuable, no hidden messages, no sign of where she had gone. It was like she knew exactly what I’d do, exactly what we’d be looking for-and left behind the things that didn’t matter.

Damien muttered something under his breath, finally throwing the last of the books aside in frustration. I told you,’ he said, glancing at me. She knew this stuff wouldn’t help She left it all on purpose.”

I stopped, frozen for a second as the weight of his words sank in. Of course. Harmona wasn’t careless. She wasn’t stupid. She knew we’d come here. She knew we’d try to piece things together from the things she’d left behind, and so… she’d left behind nothing worth finding. I slammed my fist into the side

of the dresser, frustration boiling over.

Damien looked at me, his face unreadable. “Now what?”

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