Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Aurora’s P.O.V

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The room was cold, too cold for my liking, and it only got worse as the chanting grew

louder, like a pounding drum in my head. I squinted through the dim light and saw them -a group of women standing in a circle by the side, the same women who had been bound not long ago.

Their words were strange, foreign, but somehow familiar, as if I’d heard them before in a forgotten dream. Witches. I knew it then. I knew what they were. The realization hit me like a freight train, and my stomach churned in response.

I tried to step forward, but the grip on my wrist tightened, and I turned to find a small girl beside me. She couldn’t have been more than eleven or twelve, but there was something unsettling in her eyes–pale, white hair framed her face, and her eyes were wide with the same dread I felt. She clung to my arm and whispered, “We can’t let them.”

“What are they doing?” I asked, barely able to hear myself over the thundering sound of

their voices.

“They’re trying to reverse the spell,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible, but the fear in it was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

We watched in silence as one of the older women, dressed in a cloak that seemed to swallow her entire body, looked toward the group. Her face was stern, tired, like she’d seen far too much in her life, and she took command without hesitation. “Everyone, vacate the room immediately. I will hold the font with my coven.”

I felt my heart race. “No,” I protested without thinking. My voice cracked as I stepped forward, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “You can’t do this alone.”

The small girl beside me gasped and grabbed my wrist tighter. “Please,” she whispered urgently, “we need to stop them.”

But the woman only glanced at me with those cold, calculating eyes and then back to the witches. “These two,” she said in a low, almost reverent tone, “have killed dozens of

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covens over the years. Their power is not so easily contained.”

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I tried to speak, to argue, to do anything to stop her, but my throat was dry. A small part of me–something deep inside that I couldn’t control–felt a flicker of anger. It wasn’t just about Lucas anymore. It was about something bigger. Something more dangerous. But I didn’t know how to stop them.

“What do you mean, ‘contain them‘? What are you planning to do?” The words came out

rushed, almost pleading, but I didn’t care. I had to know. I needed to understand.

The woman looked at me then, and for the briefest moment, I saw something almost like pity in her eyes. “Leave child, leave while you still can,” she said, her voice thick with regret, “These two…they are no ordinary witches. They’ve been hunting down covens like

ours for centuries. The magic they’ve unleashed–it’s dangerous. And no matter what we do, it’s never enough to stop them.”

The air grew heavier with each word. My pulse pounded in my ears, and the weight of

her statement sank deep into my chest. The girl beside me trembled, her tiny hand gripping mine tighter.

I turned to look at Lucas, his back to me now, standing in front of Harmona, who was

glowing with dark energy. And I knew, with a certainty I couldn’t ignore, that no matter what we did, nothing could stop what was coming.

I stood frozen in place, staring at the woman before me, my breath coming in shallow gasps. There were too many questions running through my mind, but the one that kept

repeating, over and over again, was the same. What exactly were they about to do?

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding around us. The woman’s

companions, their faces lit with eerie conviction, were chanting something low and rhythmic, their voices rising in a chilling harmony. The words, though foreign to me, vibrated through the air like an unholy spell, and I could feel them pressing into my skin, trying to break through into my very bones. I wanted to ask them to stop, to question what they were doing, but my voice was swallowed by the sound of their incantations.

But then, her eyes met mine–sharp, focused, urgent–and she spoke with an intensity that made my pulse race. “We don’t have much time,” she said, her words clipped but

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