Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 259

Aurora’s P.O.V

My breath hitches as their words unraveled before me like a twisted prophecy written in blood. They spoke of it so casually, as if they weren’t describing the systematic slaughter of entire covens, the brutal harvesting of magic from the dying screams of innocent witches. I could feel the bile rise in my throat, my fingers curling into fists on the stone, but I forced myself to listen. Because I had to know. I had to understand exactly what kind of monsters I was dealing with.

“We would wait for a solar eclipse,” Harmona continued, her voice eerily calm, as if she was reciting a bedtime story rather than recounting centuries of horror. “But the eclipses are extremely rare.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. Solar eclipses were rare, spaced too far apart to be a reliable means of sustaining their unnatural existence. But that wasn’t the worst part. That wasn’t what made my skin crawl and my stomach twist in knots.

“We realized the power of a single coven wasn’t enough,” she went on, her eyes dark with something I couldn’t name–was it regret? Fear? Or was it simply acceptance of the horrors that had already been done? “We needed more. That’s when we turned to the dark arts, searching for a way to break free from the cycle of temporary youth, of stolen years that always ran out. And we finally found it. A way to achieve true immortality.”

My heart pounded in my chest as she spoke the words I already knew were coming. “Five hybrids. Five beings of mixed blood, each one a combination of different supernatural races, each one carrying a unique kind of power. They need to be sacrificed together, along with an entire coven’s magic, to complete the ritual. That will be enough. That will finally grant us what we want–the ability to live forever, never aging, never dying, never needing to kill again.”

My stomach clenched at the twisted irony of it all. They had spent centuries killing to extend their lives, only to reach a point where they could end the cycle with one final act of mass slaughter. And the worst part? They weren’t just seeking immortality. They wanted power. Unmatched, absolute power. If they succeeded, they wouldn’t just be eternal–they would be unstoppable.

I exhaled shakily, my nails digging into my palms. The weight of their words settled over me like a suffocating fog. Five hybrids. A full coven. An entire generation of magic, wiped from existence, just

so they could reign as the most powerful witches the world had ever seen.

I knew then, with chilling certainty, that I couldn’t let it happen. Even if it meant putting myself in their crosshairs. Even if it meant running, hiding, fighting against forces far beyond my own strength. Because if they succeeded, if they got what they wanted–there would be no one left to

stop them.

“And you see, hybrids are incredibly rare too,” Lucas continued, his smile turning sinister. “So I made. my own. The perfect hybrids, and better yet, with my own blood running through your veins. The

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perfect sacrifices.”

I stared at them, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in. Lucas and Harmona stood before me, their expressions eerily serene despite the madness that swirled in their eyes. I finally understood—these two weren’t just cruel, they weren’t just

onsters. They were maniacs. They had

lost their minds, and soon, we were all going to lose our lives to them.

My throat was dry, but I forced the words out, each syllable dripping with a mixture of anger and desperation. “If you already had Harmona, then why did you create so many other offspring?” My voice trembled, but I refused to back down. “Why did you claim to love my mother?”

Lucas chuckled, a deep, mocking sound that sent a chill down my spine. His eyes glowed with amusement, as if I were nothing more than a foolish child asking pointless questions. “Love?” he echoed, tilting his head slightly.

“Oh, Aurora… You were all so naïve.” He stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his smirk widening. “Did you really think I ever loved your mother? That any of you mean something to me?”

My breath hitched. I felt the weight of his words settle deep in my chest, crushing what little hope I

had left.

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