Semua Bab The Blind Alpha: Bab 121 - Bab 130

VESTA'S POV I stirred from my slumber, blinking groggily as I tried to make sense of the figure standing in the dimly lit room. Lucius. My heart skipped a beat as I sat up, my mind racing with a thousand questions. Why was he here? And why did he look so serious?"Lucius?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep. "What are you doing here?"He didn't answer immediately, instead fixing me with a piercing gaze that made my skin prickle with unease. "Vesta," he said, his voice low and measured. "Do you want to say goodbye to Dom?"My heart lurched at the mention of Dom's name, a pang of guilt washing over me. I hadn't seen him since Lucius had taken him captive, and the thought of him leaving without so much as a farewell filled me with a sense of sadness I couldn't quite shake."I-I don't know," I stammered, torn between wanting to see Dom one last time and dreading the inevitable confrontation with Lucius.Lucius nodded, as if he had expected my response. "He's leaving tonight," he sa

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVFrustration gnawed at me like a persistent wolf pup. Dinner with Vesta had been a tense affair, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. I'd hoped for a flicker of warmth, a hint of the old Vesta who used to challenge me, tease me, even defy me. This new Vesta, silent and withdrawn, was a stranger cloaked in the familiar scent of honeysuckle. "Tired already?" I asked, a touch of annoyance creeping into my voice as she pushed back from the table. The barely touched meal mocked our strained attempt at civility. "Yes," she replied, her voice devoid of its usual fire. "The journey back was long." There it was again. The distance. The constant reminder that I'd taken her away from her life, her pack. But it wasn't like she'd had a choice. The pull of the mate bond was undeniable, a primal force that transcended mere desire. She was mine, and I was hers, an unbreakable tether that stretched across the miles. "Very well," I rumbled, pushing myself out

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her

VESTA'S POVThe figure turned, and for a little moment, my heart pounded with a wild hope. It was a woman, her hair the same shade of auburn as my mother's, but her face, etched with the lines of time, held the weariness of a stranger. "Excuse me?" the woman started, her voice hesitant. "Are you alright?" Shame washed over me. "I… I thought you were someone else," I stammered. The woman smiled kindly. "No worries, dear. Happens all the time." The embarrassment of mistaking a stranger for my mother lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. Shaking it off, I marched towards the designated area for the guards. As I entered the clearing, they stood lounging around, a stark contrast to the disciplined posture they maintained in the castle. "What's going on here?" I demanded, my voice laced with authority. They scrambled to attention, surprise crossing their faces. "Miss," one of them, a man named Gregor, said. "What brings you here?" "I've come to address the complaints about your beha

VESTA'S POV All of a sudden, the outrage I felt towards Lucius seemed petty. After that gift, he was a powerful Alpha, sending me such a heartfelt gift, and all I could do was shut him out. Elara, who had watched me open the book again, spoke up softly, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Vesta?" I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "He put a lot of effort into it," Elara added. "Maybe you should cut him some slack." Her words echoed in my mind. Perhaps she was right. Lucius had his flaws, his controlling tendencies were a constant source of irritation, but this… this was different. This was a man reaching out, trying to forge a connection. “Give him a chance?" I said, trying to mask my feelings. “Think about it," Elara urged. "Flowers from so far away? Jewelries, trinkets. A book, that obviously means something to you? He's clearly trying." Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to reciprocate, to meet him halfway. Later that evening, as I sat by the fire with a steaming