Claimed by My Bully Alpha Chapter 82

Aurora’s P.O.V

It felt like a fire had been ignited in my entire body, burning me up from the inside out.

The instant Caleb’s lips touched mine, my mind exploded into a kaleidoscope of colours and fireworks that I had never thought possible in my entire life. My breath caught in my throat as I froze up for a second, my mind going completely numb…before my brain started working on overdrive.

It felt like I’d come alive after being starved for ages…and Caleb was my oasis in the desert.

My hands reached for him of their own accord, clutching at his shirt as his hands came up to cup my cheeks, holding me in place as he guided his lips over mine, showing me how it was done. I hadn’t imagined them to be so soft…his lips.

They moved over mine with the gentlest of caresses, taking down my inhibitions one by one. It was better than anything I had imagined it to be…and I didn’t want it to stop. I felt myself melt in his arms, felt myself move closer to him of my own accord. It was as if…I couldn’t get enough of him…as if I never wanted this to end.

It was only when he bit down gently on my lower lip, before licking at the little hurt…that my mind finally made sense of what was happening.

Regaining my sense, I pushed him off of me with all the strength I had left, a startling realization in the pit of my stomach that doused any fire of desire left in my veins. Caleb blinked several times, as if he had just woken up from a dream. When he looked back at me, it seemed like he was trying to regain his composure as well, just as badly as I was.

I was panting heavily, but so was Caleb, and when he tried to step towards me, I stepped back, as far away from him as the door behind me would allow me to go. Betrayal was heavy in my gut, and I was still trying to process my thoughts, but one thing was crystal clear to me.

“That was my first kiss.” I whispered to him, feeling hurt and betrayed. “You took my first kiss!”

“What?” Caleb looked at me with wide eyes, probably understanding the situation, but it was too late. “Aurora, I-”

“Please leave.” I told him, trying my best not to give away my inner turmoil, but it wasn’t working. My voice stuttered and my lips trembled. I was trying my best not to break down crying right then and there. “I don’t want to see you right now, Caleb. You stole my first kiss without my permission! How could you?”

Caleb’s attention momentarily went to my lips, as I bit down on my lower lip to stop them from trembling. And then I saw him swallow hard. He looked back up into my eyes, his electric blue orbs appearing darker, hazed with desire, before he nodded and stepped back.

“Leave…please. Just go!” I told him once again. I felt rooted to my spot, unable to move. I was afraid that if I did…I was going to break down again. “I can’t deal with this right now.”

With all the strength I could muster, I moved away from the door, and held it open for him so he could leave.

Caleb took the hint, and for once, he didn’t fight it or question my decision, but simply walked past me and out the door. He looked back at me once, his eyes showing his inner struggles, but he then lowered his head. “I’m sorry.” He whispered hoarsely before closing the door shut behind him.

I fell down on the ground the instant the door shut tight, my legs giving away from under me.

Was I a fool for having expected my first kiss to be special? All my life, I had no choice in anything that happened to me. Fate, the gods, or whatever the fuck was upstairs, had decided my life for me. But only these few experiences…my first kiss, my first love, my first time…these were the things that I wanted to happen on my own terms, at my own time…but Caleb took that away from me.

The day my mother died, I had lost the luxury to dream about so many things in my life, mainly because I had constantly been worried about how I was going to survive till the next week and keep Riley well fed. But still, I had dreamt of three of my firsts and how I wanted them to be. My first kiss, my first time and my wedding.

All of them, I wanted to be special. But now, as I wiped away a tear-drop from my cheeks, moaning the loss of my first kiss…I wondered exactly what had me feeling so betrayed. Was I really just overreacting?

Even if there hadn’t been any date, any chocolates, a nice romantic dinner or a bouquet of flowers…the kiss had been incredibly special. It had the sparks; the fireworks and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Even now, my lips tingled from his touch. I brought my fingers up to trace my lips, to try and imagine how the kiss had felt and how I had survived this long without knowing the taste of Caleb’s lips. It had been mesmerizing…mind blowing. And I wish I could have had more.

But at the same time, it made me angry. Angry that he had stolen my first kiss without my permission. Angry that he…that the kiss probably didn’t mean anything to him as it had for me…

I realized with a start that my anger and betrayal had stemmed for a completely different reason.

When Caleb had stormed in, demanding that he couldn’t let me go…it had made my heart flutter wildly, making me believe that maybe, just maybe, he was ready to fight for a chance that we could be together. Not because we were bonded together by the mating bond, but because he liked me, that he actually liked me as a person. The kiss was a realization that there were fireworks between us.

But then I had remembered the mating bond.

Was that why he didn’t want to let me go? I didn’t feel the mating bond because I was human, so I only had my own feelings to rely on when it came to the matters of the heart. And the truth was…ever since Caleb had saved my life…I had started to like him even more.

Finding out that he was my ‘mate’, that I was chosen for him by the Moon Goddess…it had felt like the blessing I had been waiting for my entire life. But then Mia had come and shattered my hopes for good. I was torn between letting him go for good, even if it meant breaking my own heart to pieces; or holding on to the little thread of happiness, hoping that everything would mend itself by the end.

But by coming here to stop me, Caleb had given wings to that hope only to crush it once more.

Why hadn’t he just asked permission? And why did it feel like the kiss was only to stop me from leaving? Had it meant anything to him at all? Had he kissed me because he genuinely liked me or had the bond forced him to do so?

Was I…overreacting?

My mind was so overwhelmed by all these thoughts swirling within me that it was starting to hurt. I had to press my hands to my temples to stop the throbbing as I curled up on the carpeted floor, putting myself into a fetal positing.

I wanted things to be normal in my life for once. I wanted to feel loved and cherished. But most of all…I wanted to know that I mattered to Caleb. That despite the mating bond, our connect was real and even if a little bit, he felt the same way about me that I felt about him.

And above all…I wanted him to earn another chance with me…I wanted him to apologize and I wanted him to tell me that what he felt for me was from the heart and not some god-given bond that was making him feel this way.

Was that too much to ask for?