Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

Aurora’s P.O.V

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Guilt clings to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I step back into the circle. My hands tremble at my sides, and I barely muster the strength to lift my gaze. When I do, my heart clenches at the sight of Ashton and my two remaining siblings,

their white dresses now soaked in blood, just like mine. The crimson stains tell a story I wish I could erase, a tale of choices made in desperation, of losses that will never be reclaimed. I swallow hard, my throat thick with emotion, but the weight of duty presses down harder than grief.

Ashton begins the chant, his voice steady, unwavering. I try to focus, try to push aside the gnawing ache in my chest, but the image of little Violet’s face flashes in my mind. Her laughter, her tiny hands grasping mine just days ago–gone now, sacrificed to the very nightmare we tried to escape. A sharp sob threatens to escape, but I clamp my lips shut, my breath hitching as the first tear slips down my cheek. I know this is necessary. I know this is the only way. At a time like this, survival demands sacrifice, and yet my soul

screams in protest.

“We have to keep going,” Ashton murmurs, his eyes locking onto mine. His tone is firm but laced with something deeper, something broken. He feels it too. We all do. But there’s no turning back now.

My lips part, and my voice joins theirs in the incantation, the words foreign yet familiar on my tongue, a language of power and pain intertwined. Caroline joins in on the chant, her voice in perfect harmony with the others, and I feel her energy mingling with mine, her wolf bound to my witch magic.

And then, I feel it–something coursing through my veins, something unlike anything I have ever known. It is power, yes, but not the dark, tainted force we have drawn upon before. This is different. It is pure, strong, something ancient yet new. It surges through me, filling the hollow spaces left by grief, but it does not soothe. Instead, it demands. It pulls. It reminds me of the cost, of what we’ve done, of who we’ve lost.

The barrier forms right in front of our eyes, a dome shaped structure made of translucent power that rises from the ground and covers us all, shielding us from what’s

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I bite down on my lip, my voice shaking as I fight through the words. My hands tighten into fists, nails biting into my palms. This isn’t right. This isn’t fair. But what choice did we have? What choice do we ever have?

The house trembles violently, the ritual reaching its peak. My breath is ragged, my chest rising and falling with the weight of exhaustion and sorrow. I glance at Ashton again, searching for something–reassurance, hope, a promise that this will all be worth it. But all I see is the same torment reflected in his eyes.

The spell continues. The power grows. And still, the guilt remains, a wound that no magic can ever heal.

And then, just as the eclipse recedes, leaving the world bathed in the bright light of the sun, the two powers collide in the air, green and gold, in a magnificent display that feels like fireworks in the sky, but the power it releases is terrifying. It pushes against the barrier, pushing us to our limits.

The house that we had all been kept prisoner in finally collapses in a heap of rubbles, cement and lost memories. Debris fly everywhere, the light dims, before extinguishing, and a storm of dust and debris rise from the fallen structure, shaking the very ground we

stand on.

The destruction is massive, and without the shield, we would’ve been crushed beneath it all. I can see trees swaying violently in the gust of wind, branches snapping and destruction all around. The sight sends a shiver down my spine as the chant too starts to

waver.

The weight of it all crashes down on us like a tidal wave. I feel it in every fiber of my being, the exhaustion pulling at me, suffocating me. My knees buckle, and before I even realize it, I’m collapsing, just like the others. The barrier shatters, the energy dispersing into the air, and the moment it’s gone, the world feels too open, too exposed, like a gaping wound left raw and unprotected.

A violent gust rips through the remains, dust and debris rising into the air like the final breath of a dying beast. My lungs burn as I inhale the remnants of destruction, but I have no strength left to cough, no will left to fight against the darkness threatening to

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take me under.

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I hear someone calling my name, but it’s distant, muffled, as if I’m underwater. My head tilts, my body giving in to the weight of my own weakness, and through the hazy, dimming vision, I see him–Caleb. His face is the last thing I register before the world blurs into nothingness.

His eyes, filled with something raw and desperate, lock onto mine as he rushes toward me. There’s something about the way he moves, as if he’s fighting against time itself, as if losing me isn’t an option he’s willing to accept. And then–warmth. His arms catch me before I can completely go under, his embrace the only thing anchoring me to this

world.

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