Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 300

Aurora’s P.O.V

Just then, the door swung open with a weighty creak. I turned instinctively, and there they were—Alpha Camden and Beta Raymond, stepping into the room like thunderclouds. Their presence silenced everyone immediately, even the soft chatter between Mia and Millie came to a halt. There was a sharpness in Alpha Camden’s gaze, a flicker of something fierce and protective simmering just beneath the surface, and Beta Raymond looked just as determined, jaw clenched and posture stiff like a coiled spring ready to snap.

“Everyone, listen,” Alpha Camden said, his voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. “Something’s happening. We don’t know what yet, but Maya,” he turned to her, his expression softening only slightly as he looked at his mate, “we need you to look after the pack while we handle it.”

Maya, to her credit, nodded with steely calm, even though I caught the brief flicker of worry in her eyes. That woman could hold a mountain on her shoulders and still manage to make it look effortless. As she stepped forward, Alpha Camden reached out, cupping the side of her face for a moment, and without a word, leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It wasn’t showy or dramatic—just real. Deep. Full of unspoken promises that he'd come back.

The moment he stepped back, it was like the air shifted. Caleb was by his side in a flash, eyes already darting like a soldier gearing up for war. Jade, always fierce and loyal, followed a second

later, and Shane was already rolling up his sleeves, always prepared to defend what he loved.

I swallowed hard, watching them fall into formation like pieces of a puzzle that had been made for battle.

While other men from the group joined Alpha Camden, Caroline, Mia, Maggie and Avery, came to my side, forming our own little group as we stood to the side, watching the group of warriors grow larger. Ashton too came towards us, his presence reassuring as he stood in front of us like our sentinel.

Alpha Camden turned to the room one last time, scanning the faces that hadn’t joined the line forming behind him. “Everyone else, stay put. No one moves from here unless we say so. We'll handle it,” he commanded, his voice laced with steel. “We’ll be back as soon as possible.”

He didn’t offer empty reassurances or poetic promises of safety—just that. A statement as solid and dependable as the man himself. With a final glance at Maya, he nodded once and turned on his heel, leading the group out the door.

I didn’t even realize I’d moved until I found myself near the threshold, watching the last of them disappear down the hallway. But it was Caleb who caught my eye—the way he walked, the way his eyes scanned every shadow, like he was already halfway into the unknown.

And for a second, just a brief second, he looked back. Not at me directly, but toward the room. Maybe toward all of us. My breath caught in my throat. My feet itched to run after him, to do something, anything, but I was frozen in place. The silence that settled after they left was loud. Deafening. And I hated it.

I hated the way my stomach clenched, how my chest felt too tight. I hated that I wasn’t out there with them, because my magic wasn’t strong enough. I hated that all I could do now was wait—and hope. Hope that whatever was out there didn’t take someone I loved. Hope that the world doesn't shift again. Hope that Caleb will come back to me in one piece.

I stayed by the door long after they vanished from sight, my fingers gripping the frame, whispering silent prayers into the stillness, the tension of the room crawling up my spine like ivy. I wanted to believe in Alpha Camden’s words, in the strength of the group that had just left—but fear? Fear doesn’t wait for logic. It just sits with you in the dark, holding your hand, whispering everything that could go wrong.

And so I waited. Eyes on the hallway. Ears straining for the sound of returning footsteps. Heart aching with each second that passed.

The moment the sirens went off and the alert signals echoed through the compound, the entire pack house transformed into a wave of motion. People were running, guards were shifting into their wolves, the lights dimmed into emergency mode, and for a split second, my heart genuinely

forgot how to beat.

I found my way back to Caroline, Maggie, Mia, and Avery, even Ashton. Riley was with Millie now, with all the little ones in one safe corner of the room furthest from the doors.

We instinctively gravitated toward one another, forming a little group just a few steps away from the common room’s long bay window. Caroline’s arms were tightly crossed against her chest, eyes flicking between the others like she was trying to keep it together for our sake. Maggie looked pale, more quiet than usual, which already said a lot.

Mia was practically pacing, her nerves fraying more visibly by the second, and Avery kept close to Ashton, her hands tightly around his for support. They were all trying to look brave, but I could feel the same icy tension crawling through my veins mirrored in each of their expressions. Caroline was the first to break the silence.

“This doesn’t make sense,” she said, her voice low but urgent, the kind of tone that begged for answers no one had. “We were literally out there a few hours ago. The air smelled normal. The forest was calm. Nothing felt off. And now this?”

“I know,” Mia chimed in, shaking her head, her brows furrowed in confusion. “There hasn’t been a rogue spotted anywhere near our city for what, four—maybe five—years now? Why the hell would they show up tonight? And how the hell did they even get this close? You know they usually stay the hell away from packs like ours. They hate us. They avoid us like the plague.”

Caroline nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s what’s scaring me,” she whispered. “It’s not just that they’re here. It’s the why. Why now? Why us?”

Avery sighed and rubbed her temples, then glanced toward me for the first time since we huddled up. “Aurora, you’ve been quiet this whole time… What do you think?”

I blinked, realizing how tightly I had been holding my breath. My throat felt dry, like I hadn’t spoken in hours. My thoughts were spinning, colliding with one another, desperate to form a coherent conclusion but failing miserably. “I… I don’t know,” I finally said, almost hating how unsure I sounded. “It just doesn’t feel right. This pack… we’re peaceful. And I may not know a lot about rogues or how long they have stayed away from here, but something about tonight just...doesn’t sit right.”

Maggie finally spoke, her voice trembling. “Do you think someone’s targeting us? Maybe it’s not just rogues. Maybe… maybe it’s someone we know.”

That suggestion sent a wave of silence crashing through our little circle. The air suddenly felt heavier, like the walls themselves were closing in.

“I don’t want to believe that,” I murmured, barely audible. But after what we had survived…anything was possible…wasn’t it?

“Maybe it’s nothing,” Caroline added, a bit too quickly, like she needed to hear herself say it. “Maybe they just… got lost. Or maybe they’re not even rogues. Could be a false alarm. Right?”

But even as she said it, none of us believed it. We stood there, holding onto that fragile hope like it was a lifeline, but deep down, I think we all felt it—the world we knew was shifting beneath our feet, and whatever had just started was only the beginning.