Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 239

Aurora’s  P.O.V

The dining room soon filled with more and more people. The familiar sight of the patrol guards returning from their night shifts brought back memories of what my life was like here at the pack house, and I began to feel more at ease.

Ashton and Maggie brought out plates of their own, piling up food to their liking as they joined us once again. It was actually delightful to see that Caleb got along well with Ashton, and so did Jade and Damien. It felt comfortable having all of them around, like my family was growing.

I hesitated, a new thought forming in my mind, a realization that made my heart stutter. If I was half-priestess, then my brother—he had to be, too. I looked up, meeting Ashton’s gaze. "Ashton…what about my brother? If I am half-priestess, then that means he must be the same. Right?"

Ashton sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw as if trying to find the right words. "He is," he admitted. "But with a diluted bloodline, his connection is much weaker. It’s possible he doesn’t have any powers at all. In every way that matters, he’s just human."

A slow exhale left my lips. The tension that had coiled in my chest suddenly loosened, giving way to something unexpected—relief. Relief that he would never have to bear this weight, that he would never have to face the struggles I had. He could live a normal life, untouched by the complications that came with this revelation. And somehow, that made me happy.

I smiled—a small, genuine smile. "That’s good," I said softly. "That’s really good."

Maggie and Ashton exchanged a glance but said nothing. They didn’t need to. They understood. They understood that, for the first time in what felt like forever, I finally felt like I had some semblance of closure. And for that, I was grateful.

Finally, as we all finish breakfast, Caroline leans back in her chair, stretching with a satisfied sigh. Then, with a glint in her eyes, she claps her hands together, demanding everyone’s attention.

“Alright, ladies, listen up. Aurora and I are heading out. Just the two of us.”

I pause mid-sip of my juice, raising a brow. “Just us? Why?”

Caroline grins, leaning forward as if she’s about to let me in on a top-secret mission. “Because we need some girl time. Just you and me. Spa day, shopping spree—trust me, it’s going to be fun.”

I glance around at the other girls, Avery and Maggie, who are now eyeing us with curiosity, and I can’t help but ask, “Why aren’t they coming?”

She waves a dismissive hand, rolling her eyes playfully. “Because they’ll be invited to the late-night pajama party. That’s when we’ll all hang out together. But right now, I want some one-on-one bonding time with you. No arguments.” She gets up and grabs my wrist before I can protest.

“Now, come on. We have a full day ahead of us, and I am not about to let you waste another minute.”

Before I can even process it, I’m being dragged away, the others laughing as I stumble behind her.

“Caroline, I haven’t even finished my—”

“Nope! No excuses. You’ll thank me later.”

And, surprisingly, she’s right. The moment we step into the luxurious spa, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus envelops us, immediately putting me at ease. We’re greeted by soft-spoken staff who lead us into a private room for our massages. As soon as I lay down on the massage table, I feel my tension melt away under the expert hands of the masseuse.

Caroline, beside me, groans dramatically. “Oh my god, Aurora, this is heaven.”

I let out a hum of agreement, feeling the knots in my shoulders dissolve. “Okay, maybe you had a good idea.”

“Of course, I did,” she huffs. “You never give me enough credit.”

After the massage, we get facials, and I nearly doze off under the warm towels. Caroline chatters the entire time, telling me about the date she had with Damien last week, and they had the misfortune of being seated next to an ‘awful pompous ass’ who split the bill with his girlfriend/date.

“I mean…seriously!” She sighed dramatically. “Why even bother dating if you’re going 50-50?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Maybe he was just being practical.”

She gasps, clutching her chest dramatically. “Aurora, don’t you dare defend him! Every woman deserve to be spoiled.”

“I’m not arguing with that.” I smirk, watching as the nail technician meticulously paints my nails a deep crimson red. “So, what’s next?”

“Shopping, obviously.” Caroline winks. “You need some new clothes, and I refuse to let you leave without at least three new outfits.”

And she’s not joking. The moment we step into the boutique, she goes full personal stylist mode, throwing dresses, skirts, and accessories into my arms before I can even blink. “Try these on,” she commands, shoving me toward the fitting rooms. “And don’t even think about arguing.”