Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

But then something inside me clicked.

I didn’t need to overpower him with force; I needed to outsmart him. I focused on his

emotions–his arrogance, his rage. I let myself tap into that, twisting it, feeding it back

to him.

I could feel it. His control slipped. The moment his eyes widened, I knew I had him.

With everything I had, I whispered through gritted teeth, “Let me go.”

There was a long pause, but then, with a look of pure disbelief, Lucas released his grip. My feet hit the ground with a thud, and I stumbled back, gasping for air, my throat raw.

I could barely stand, but something deep within me–something darker and far more powerful than I had ever imagined–had awoken.

Harmona watched me, a thin smile forming on her lips. “So, you’re not as helpless as I thought,” she murmured, eyes narrowing.

But I wasn’t done. I couldn’t be. Not while they were still here, still trying to destroy everything I cared about.

“Get ready,” I said, my voice shaky but resolute. “Because I’m not backing down this

time.”

I don’t waste a single moment. Without a second thought, I begin to chant, the ancient words flowing from my lips as if they were always there, buried deep within me, waiting for this very moment. My voice shakes, but I force the sound out, not letting fear take

over.

Beside me, several other voices rise, steady despite the chaos around us, their focus unwavering. But Lucas’s grip around my waist tightens, each finger digging into my skin, like he’s trying to prevent me from completing the chant, from reaching the power I

know I have inside me.

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The pain hits before I can process it. It starts slow, like a pull at the edges of my body, but soon it becomes overwhelming–like gravity itself is reaching into my chest, pulling at everything within me. My organs, my heart, my very soul feel like they’re being ripped apart, stretched beyond what they were meant to endure. I gasp, barely able to catch my

breath.

I look around, eyes wide, desperate to see some sign that this will end, but all I see is the same tortured expression on everyone else’s faces. They’re all struggling, their bodies tense, fighting against something they can’t see but feel just as intensely. Panic creeps in, tightening my chest.

They’re all going to die. We’re all going to die today.

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