Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 302

Caleb’s P.O.V

Tonight, they came in droves—howling, snarling, and ripping up earth as they charged into our territory like a tsunami of death. I’d barely escaped the claws of one when I felt the first one slam into me, claws dragging across my ribs and the weight of it sending me flying backward into a tree.

The bark cracked. My bones ached. But I didn’t have time to register the pain. I was back on my feet, my own growl erupting from my throat as I launched back at it with everything I had.

“Caleb, left!” I heard Nolan’s voice rip through the chaos, and I turned just in time to see another rogue going straight for me. My claws sank into its throat before it could pounce, hot breath fanning my face as it died, twitching in my grip. We didn’t hold back—we couldn’t. Every one of us fought with desperation carved into our bodies. Jade, bleeding from a gash above his eye, took on two at once with a wildness I’d never seen in him.

Liam had a broken arm, I was sure of it—he wasn’t shifting it properly, but he still threw himself between a rogue and a younger pack member like he had nothing left to lose. And Ava—sweet, quiet Ava—she was a storm tonight. Her wolf was drenched in blood, her eyes glowing with fury as she tore into the enemy like they’d taken something precious from her. Maybe they had. Maybe all of us had something to fight for tonight.

Because behind us, far beyond the battle, were the people we loved. Our mates. Our young. Our families. They were the reason we didn’t give up. They were the reason we didn’t fall. Even when every part of my body screamed at me to stop, even when I felt a rib snap beneath the force of a rogue’s jaw, I forced myself up and drove my claws into its heart.

I remember choking on my own breath, the coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth, but still forcing myself forward. There was no other option. I couldn’t let these beasts get through. Not while I still had a heartbeat left to give.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, something shifted.

The rogues faltered. I saw one of them stop mid-lunge, its eyes suddenly wide, ears flat. Another turned its head sharply, tail tucking beneath it like it had just realized it was about to die. And before I could even comprehend what was happening, they were running. Just two left now—two out of maybe twenty that had come tearing through our woods—and they ran like hell itself was behind them.

But it was Alpha Camden who truly sealed their fate.

“Don’t let them get away.” His voice tore into our minds, a mental command so strong and resolute it made my spine straighten. “Chase them down. Kill them before they regroup.”

And like hounds unleashed, his soldiers were gone in a blur of fur and fang, chasing after the last remnants of the darkness. I wanted to join them, I really did. But my legs gave out beneath me, and I fell to one knee, panting hard. All around me, the others were slowly shifting back, their

bodies broken, bleeding, bruised—but alive. One by one, we looked at each other. There hadn't been any casualties on our side, but it was still a close call. However, all of us were injured one way or another.

Nolan, one of the older soldiers that I train with, came up beside me, pressing a hand to his side where blood was leaking through his shirt.

“They were stronger,” he muttered, eyes still locked on the direction the rogues fled in. “Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.”

“I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.”

That was when I looked down.

The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot.

I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

“What the hell…” I muttered, my stomach turning as the stench hit me properly for the first time. It wasn’t just blood. It was decaying. Death. Something was wrong. Something unnatural.

Shane stared at his own hands, his expression crumbling. “What the fuck were those things?”

No one had an answer.

Not even Alpha Camden, who returned moments later with the scent of fresh kills clinging to him, blood still dripping from his jaw. He looked at the black stains on us, and for the first time in all the years I’d known him, I saw hesitation. Worry. Fear.

“I don’t think they were rogues,” he said quietly, more to himself than to us. “Not anymore.”

I looked down again at the tar-like splatter drying on my skin, and a chill ripped down my spine that had nothing to do with the wind.

Whatever we fought tonight, it wasn’t just a pack of rogue wolves.

It was something else.

Something darker.

Something was coming.