Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 43

Aurora’s POV

So…our plan of skipping school, didn’t exclude completing our homework. Which was why, Riley and I sat on the table that evening, and I helped, his art project that he had to show to school the next day.

I had no idea what tomorrow was going to bring, so I had stopped trying to care about school for the moment, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hely my Berte brother.

I sat beside Riley, watching as his hands moved across the page, his fingers tirelessly blending colors, bringing life to the image in his mind. The worm of pastels and freshly sharpened pencils lingered in the air, mixing with the faint hint of soap on his skin. He was always so focused when he painted, his brows furrowing in deep concentration, his lips slightly parted, lost in a world of his own.

I had always admired that about him–the way he could pour his entire soul into his art like it was his whole world, how he could see beauty in things i would have overlooked. But it also made me envy him sometimes, hoping that I too could get lost in that world where everything was still simple and beautiful.

“Pass me the light blue, please,” Riley murmured, his voice low but filled with quiet authority. Smiling, I reached for the sky blue color, and handed it to him. He gave me a small nod of appreciation, his eyes never leaving the pages as he took the pencil and began adding even more details to the painting on the page.

I tilted my head, trying to make sense of the emerging image. “What are your working on?” I asked, my voice light with curiosity.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He was like that sometimes, completely immersed in his work, lost to everything but the art taking shape before him. Then, just as I was about to let the question fade into the silence, he finally spoke, his voice carrying a quiet warmth.

“You,” he said simply.

I blinked, caught off guard. “Me?”

Riley hummed in affirmation, still painting. “Yeah,” he said, glancing at me briefly before returning to his work. “I wanted to draw you the way I see you.”

A strange warmth unfurled in my chest, spreading through my veins like golden sunlight. I leaned forward, my heart hammering a little faster as I took a closer look at his art copy. And that was when I saw it–the delicate outline of a girl, her hair cascading in soft waves, her wide, bright eyes and a big smile

I couldn’t help but smile myself. Not because the drawings of a five year old were always oddly shaped, but because of how concentrated Riley was in making it right.

But what caught my attention the most were the wings–shimmering fairy wings that extended from her back, with every shade of blue imaginable.

My breath caught. “Are those… wings?”

“Mm–hmm,” Riley hummed, a small smile spreading on his lips as he took a gold glitter pen and added some highlights, as though they belonged to something magical, something untouchable. “You’re my fairy,” he murmured, his voice so soft that I almost thought I imagined it.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly tight. “Your fairy?”

“Yeah.” He finally set his pen down, turning to face me, his expression open and sincere in a way that made my heart ache. “You make all my wishes come true, Aurora. Every single one. Even the ones I don’t say out loud. That’s why…you’re my fairy.”

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