Claimed by My Bully Alpha (by Anna Kendra) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Aurora’s ROV

can feel my pulse drumming against my ears as Mia and Shane lead me down the long hallway, my feet barely keeping up with their determined tides There’s a knot twisting in my stomach, a creeping sense of dread that coils tighter with each step. My fingers twitch against the stiff fabric of the ridicatons dress they had shoved me into, the weight of it unfamiliar and suffocating. I don’t know where they’re taking me, but the ominous feeling settling over me is enough to make me want to turn and run in the opposite direction.

Just as we round a corner, my breath catches in my throat. Among the lavish decorations adorning the walls–golden streamers, extravagant floral arrangements, and glittering chandeliers–1 spot a massive sign hanging proudly above a grand set of double doors. ‘Happy Birthday Caleb, it reads in bold, golden letters.

My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach as realization crashes into me like a tidal wave. This isn’t just some lavish party. This isn’t some casual evente I’ve just been dragged straight into Caleb’s birthday party, dressed like some ridiculous hooker in a maid uniform that Mia and Shane had clitsen for me.

“Oh no,” I breathe, barely able to get the words out. My hands instinctively move to the fabric of the dress, gripping at the soft material as though I could somehow shrink into it and disappear. The idea of walking into that room–of being seen like this, of facing Caleb and his undoubtedly smug expression- enough to make me want to sink into the floor. “No…please! Not there! There is no way I’m going in there.”

Mia turns to me with an innocent smile, though the mischief dancing in her eyes betrays her. “Oh, come on, Aurora. You look adorable,” she coos, her voice laced with amusement. “I’m sure everyone will love you.”

Everyone? Oh…god! How many people were in there?

I feel like my entire sense of dignity is dangling by a thread, and they’re both holding the scissors. I shake my head, already taking a step back, my body screaming at me to retreat.

“No please, I can’t do-”

Before I can finish my sentence, Shane grabs my wrist with a firm grip, yanking me away from the direction of the grand double doors. For a moment, confusion eclipses my humiliation. He’s not dragging me toward the party. Instead, he’s pulling me in the opposite direction, down another hallway where the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses grow fainter with each step.

“Wait–where are we going?” I ask, my voice wavering between suspicion and relief.

Neither of them answers me, and this only increases the sense of dread in my stomach.

I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. And yet, despite the prickle of anxiety crawling up my spine, I let them drag me forward, because as much as I hate surprises, I hate the thought of stepping into that grand ballroom eyen more.

I struggled against Shane’s grip, but his fingers dug painfully into my arm as he dragged me forward. My heels scraped against the cold marble floor, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

“Wait…what are you doing, Shane?” Mia’s voice rang out, sharp and suspicious. “Where are you taking her?”

I turned my head slightly, catching the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. For a moment, I thought she might actually care, might actually intervene, but then she crossed her arms and tilted her chin up, waiting for Shane’s response like she wasn’t complicit in this.

Shane chuckled darkly, his grip on me tightening. “Caleb’s getting soft for this whore,” he sneered, giving me a harsh shake. “Letting her serve drinks on his birthday? That’s no punishment.”

Mia’s brows knitted together. “Then what are you planning?” There was something guarded in her tone, something cautious, like even she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

Shane didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he continued hauling me down the hallway, his heavy boots thudding against the floor, his free hand flexing as if he was barely restraining himself from doing something worse. My heart pounded violently in my chest. I had no idea what he was thinking, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.

Mia followed a few steps behind, her heels clicking against the floor. “Shane,” she snapped, a little more forcefully this time. “I asked you a question.”

Shane let out an amused breath, turning his head slightly but never slowing his pace. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

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Chapter 57

Dread curled around my ribs, squeezing so tight I could barely breathe, Whatever Shane had in store for me, it had to be worse than serving drinkta Caleb’s birthday in this hooker outfit. And considering how cruel Caleb could be when he wanted to, that realization sent a fresh wave of panie surging through me.

Shane yanked me down the staircase, my legs barely keeping up as I stumbled. The grandness of the mansion loomed around me–ornate chandeliers conting dim light over the lavishly decorated halls, the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from Caleb’s party echoing faintly in the distance. Ant Shame wasn’t taking me toward the party.

He was taking me somewhere else entirely.

My stomach twisted as I noticed the difference in this hallway. No guards. No surveillance. Just endless walls leading to an unknown destination.

Mia hesitated at the top of the stairs before following, her,

an unspoken warning that even she wasn’t sure what was about to happen next.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Where are we

going?

Shane’s lips curled into a sinister smirk. “You’ll see soon enough, princess.”

“Where are you taking me?” My voice was steady, but the tightness in my throat betrayed me. “What do you want from me?”

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