Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 181

Aurora’s P.O.V

The pain hit me like a thunderclap, searing through every inch of my body. It wasn’t like anything I had ever felt before—like every nerve was on fire, every cell screaming in agony. I gasped for breath, but the pain only worsened, deepening in intensity. I clutched my chest, trying to hold myself together, but it was like something was breaking inside of me, and I couldn't stop it.

Then, a light filled the room. A blinding light, like the sun had erupted inside the room. I closed my eyes, hoping for it to subside, but it didn’t. In fact, the light seemed to be growing stronger, more intense. But as my vision adjusted, I realized it wasn’t from some external source. The light—this searing, almost ethereal glow—was coming from me.

I panicked. What is happening to me?

"Help!" I screamed, my voice cracking as desperation surged within me. "Someone, please! Help me!" But I couldn’t stop. The energy was out of control, coursing through me like a wild river, and there was nothing I could do to dam it.

I could see Caleb rushing towards me from the corner of my eye. His worried expression was unmistakable, but I couldn’t warn him in time. Before I could even say his name, the force of the energy that had burst from me flung him across the room, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. I felt the wind whip around me, cold and sharp, as if the very air was being pulled into the storm I had unknowingly created. It spun faster and faster, wrapping around me, creating a barrier no one could cross.

"Caleb!" I screamed again, but the words were lost in the deafening roar of the wind. I tried to reach out, to stop it, but the energy was beyond my control. My hands trembled, and I could feel my body shaking from the strain of holding onto whatever was left of my sanity.

"Everyone, stay back!" I heard Caleb’s voice from somewhere in the chaos, his voice distant but clear. He must have regained his bearings after being thrown. "Aurora, calm down! You’re going to hurt yourself!"

But how could I calm down when everything inside me felt like it was about to tear apart? How could I think of control when this force was overwhelming me to the breaking point?

"I can't—!" My words were swallowed by the storm that swirled around me. It felt like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. What was happening to me? Why was this happening?

The light was blinding. The wind howled. And through it all, I couldn’t escape the crushing reality: this—this—was me. And I had no idea how to stop it.

I saw Harmona push her way through the crowd, her movements swift and purposeful, her gaze fixed on me. She didn't hesitate, just rushed toward me with a sense of urgency that immediately had my heart racing. As she reached me, she held out her hand, her eyes locked onto mine with a seriousness that sent a chill down my spine.

"You need to concentrate," she said, her voice steady, though her eyes betrayed the intensity of the situation. "Control the energy before it turns destructive."

Her words felt like a punch to the gut. I didn't know what she was talking about. What energy? What destruction? Panic threatened to choke me as I felt the power inside me surging, growing out of my control. The wind picked up around me, whipping my hair into my face, and a blinding light began to flicker from my hands. I could feel it, that raw, untamed energy, but I had no clue how to control it.

I didn't want to panic. I couldn't. I knew if I let that fear take over, it would only make everything worse. My breath was shallow, but I squeezed my mother’s pendant in my hand, the cool metal grounding me, reminding me of her—her strength, her wisdom. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, trying to pull something out of the fog in my mind, but it was like trying to hold onto smoke.

"I—I don’t know what to do," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I held onto the pendant like it was my lifeline. "I don’t know how to stop this."

Harmona’s voice came through the fog, clear and urgent. "Just focus. Draw strength from everything you are—everything you’ve been. Don’t let it control you. You control it."

I nodded, even though I didn’t feel it. I closed my eyes again, concentrating, trying to push aside the panic that threatened to break through. The wind howled around me, the light blinding now, but I kept my focus on my mother’s pendant, feeling its weight in my palm. I thought of her—her calm presence, her unwavering belief that I could handle anything.

But still, the power raged inside me, swirling like a storm I couldn’t quite tame. I could feel it; I knew I had to do something. I had to make it stop before everything went too far. "How?" I breathed, desperate. "How do I make it stop?"

Harmona didn’t answer right away. She just stared at me, her expression softening, as though she understood. "You don't stop it," she said finally, her voice low and reassuring. "You guide it. Control it like you would a river. Let it flow, but don’t let it overwhelm you."

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my thoughts. I could do this. I had to. The light dimmed slightly, and the wind seemed to lessen, but I wasn’t sure if it was me or just a fluke. Still, I focused on the feeling in my chest, drawing strength from the pendant and the memory of my mother, and I willed the energy to calm, to settle.

I could hear the panic in the room. People were shouting, running around like they have no idea what's going on. I catch a glimpse of Caleb, his face full of concern as he reaches for me, his eyes wide. His movements are slow, like he's trying to reach through a thick fog. I want to tell him to stay back, to protect himself, but the words dissolve on my tongue. I feel so helpless.

The pain in my head is so sharp, it feels like someone’s stabbing me from the inside. My vision flickers, and I can barely focus. In the distance, I spot Caroline, her face contorted in agony, clutching her head. Her parents are beside her, trying to comfort her, but nothing seems to help. I want to scream, to ask them to stop it, to stop whatever is happening, but the words won’t leave my mouth. My legs feel weak, and I can't even keep myself standing.

It hits me then—I need to do something. I need to stop this, to stop the pain, stop the destruction, before it gets worse. But I’m so tired, everything is blurry, and I can feel my body trembling. I squeeze my eyes shut and I whisper, “Mom, please. Please protect me. Give me strength.” My breath comes out in shaky gasps, and I try to picture her, try to feel her presence. I imagine the light and the wind dissipating, the chaos slowly fading away.

For a moment, I feel a small sense of relief, a flicker of control. The headache dulls, and the blinding light seems to dim. I open my eyes, almost relieved, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I’ve managed to stop it.

But then the wind picks up again, stronger this time, fierce and wild. The room around me trembles as the light flickers then break. The glass windows shatter with a sharp, violent crack. The sound of it rips through the air, and the screams that follow seem to drown out everything else. I can feel my knees give out beneath me, and I crumple to the floor, my body too weak to stay upright.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest. I can’t control it anymore, not the wind, not the pain. Everything is spinning out of control, and I can’t do anything but fall into the darkness.

But suddenly, everything in the room comes to a standstill…before an explosion follows, loud and terrifying, as the wind surrounding me bursts outwards, hitting the walls and shaking the very foundation of the building, before disappearing into nothingness.

And just like that, I collapse onto the ground, just like everyone else in the room. The world around me fades into nothingness, and the last thing I see before everything goes black in exhaustion…is Harmona’s still figure standing over me.