Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273

Caleb’s P.O.V

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The weight of everything crashed down on me all at once. The battle, the bloodshed, the loss, and the unexpected kindness that had followed. My body ached, my heart even more so, but for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe that maybe- just maybe–things were going to be okay.

I watched as Alpha Jackson finally nodded, his expression grim yet resolute as he took in the condition of the infirmary.

“Under any other circumstance, this would have been a call for celebration.” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “But given everything… I don’t think any of us are in the mood for that.” His eyes flickered to me, searching for understanding, but I was already somewhere else in my mind. My focus had shifted entirely.

“I’ll

I gave him a curt nod, my body already moving before my mind had fully caught up. leave the rest to my father,” I muttered. The pack, the responsibilities, the politics–none of it mattered to me right now. Not when Aurora was still lying in that room, unconscious and fragile. My mate. The only thing that truly mattered.

The hallways blurred as I walked, my heartbeat drumming a steady rhythm against my ribs. I barely registered the murmured voices of pack members passing by, their hushed conversations blending into the background noise of my growing concern. By the time I reached the room, I was breathless, though I hadn’t been running. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, shutting out the world.

Aurora lay there, her face pale against the pillow, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly just at the sight of her breathing. I moved to her side, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed, my fingers instinctively brushing against her hand. It was warm. A good sign.

Then, a soft sound–a shift in her breathing. My heart clenched as her lashes fluttered, and slowly, her eyes opened. For a moment, she looked lost, as if caught between dreams and reality. I leaned in immediately, my voice softer than I intended. “Aurora?”

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She turned her head toward me, her gaze locking onto mine. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting. Because the moment recognition settled in her eyes, they were filled

with tears.

“I lost her,” she whispered.

Her voice was so small, so broken, that it sent a sharp pang through my chest. Before I could even ask what she meant, she was moving–pushing herself up and throwing her arms around me, her body wracked with silent sobs. I caught her instantly, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close.

“Shh,” I murmured, stroking her hair, though I didn’t understand. “Aurora, what-”

“Violet,” she choked out against my shoulder. “She’s gone.”

I froze. My mind scrambled for understanding, piecing together fragments of a puzzle I hadn’t even known existed. Violet. The child we had mistakenly abandoned inside that house. My grip tightened around Aurora instinctively, even as confusion warred with the need to comfort her.

“I don’t-” I hesitated, but I didn’t pull away. “Aurora…”

She just shook her head, burying her face deeper into my chest, her sobs muffled but relentless. I didn’t ask again. Not yet. I just held her, letting her grieve.

As I held Aurora in my arms, her body trembled with silent sobs, her tears soaking into my shirt as though she were trying to drown herself in the pain she had held back for so long. My heart clenched at the weight of it, the sheer grief that radiated from her, raw and unfiltered. I wanted to take it away, to carry it for her, to do anything but let her suffer alone. The bond between us pulsed, warm and insistent, pulling at me like an unseen force demanding I go deeper. And so, I did.

I let the mating bond work its way through us, slipping into her memories, seeing through her eyes, feeling through her heart. A rush of images flooded my mind- memories of loneliness, of nights spent curled up in the dark, holding onto nothing but the ghost of hope. And then, there she was. Violet. A child, barely twelve, with wide, innocent eyes that had once held so much light, now forever frozen in time. A girl left behind. My breath caught as the pain lanced through me, sharp and unforgiving, as if

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her loss had been my own.

“Aurora…” My voice cracked as I pulled back just enough to look into her tear–streaked face, my hands cupping her cheeks. She didn’t meet my gaze at first, her eyes squeezing shut as more tears slipped free. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over the dampness on her skin. “I know nothing I say will bring her back. I know that. But she’s still here, Aurora. She’ll always be a part of you.”

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