All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

AnastasiaBy the time I get there, the funeral is already packed. Hunters stand in neat rows, their faces grim, their expressions unreadable. The air feels thick, heavy with something more than just grief.Chief stands near the altar, his posture stiff, his hands clasped behind his back. Beside him is the casket, shut tight. I don’t need to see inside to know why. There wouldn’t be a body, just what’s left of Ralph, broken and torn apart.Chief's eyes find mine from across the space. His face doesn’t show much, but his gaze says everything. There’s anger there, buried under layers of control.Other hunters follow his gaze, their eyes flickering toward me. I meet their looks head-on, keeping my expression carefully composed. Sad, respectful. That’s what they expect. And if I want to stay in this, if I want to figure out what’s really going on, I need them to believe I’m still on Chief’s side.Mom and Dad are here too, along with others from our group. Their presence isn’t just about pa

AnastasiaDad’s voice turns quiet, like he’s pulling a memory from a place he doesn’t visit often."You were just two years old," he starts, his eyes far away. "Even though we warned you not to go near the training area, you tricked your mom and the nanny and rushed in anyway."I blink, trying to imagine myself as a toddler already causing chaos. It’s not that hard."The hunters were training with weapons," he continues, his jaw tightening. "And then… a gunshot went off. It wasn’t meant to happen. It was an accident. But the bullet—" He swallows, his hands clasping together. "It hit you. Right near your heart."Mom grips my hand so tight it almost hurts. Her eyes are shining, like she’s back in that moment, helpless and terrified."I rushed you to the hospital," Dad says, his voice rough. "They removed the bullet, but even after that, you weren’t stable. You were so small, too small to survive something like that. A grown man can’t always survive a gunshot, so how could a two-year-old

AnastasiaPeople might say Dad was the leader, that he could have stopped this. But I know better. Things don’t work that way. You can only guide those who want to be led, and you can’t stop anyone when their heart is already lost to corruption.I get it now.I know what Dad did and why he did it, and I truly respect him for that.I look at Dad, really look at him, and I see him differently. All this time, I thought he was just holding me back, trying to control me. But that wasn’t it at all. He wasn’t just keeping me away from the hunters... he was trying to protect me from what they had become. From the blind rage disguised as justice. From the power-hungry choices that had nothing to do with what was right.He wanted to keep me from being part of the same injustice that tore people apart. He wanted to keep our people safe because he had enough of watching them die for no reason other than what they were taught to believe.He never walked away out of fear. He walked away because he

Anastasia Dad gives me a few moments to pull myself together. Neither of us is good at handling emotions, and he knows I need space before we keep going. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his chin, then finally speaks."You asked me how I know Alpha Jake. Well, I’ve known him for a few years now. Always found him to be a gentleman," he says. "The levelheaded Alpha, but their lifestyle is different. He and his group—there’s no hierarchy among them. Something I’ve never heard of in the werewolf world. But I never asked much about it, because even though they’re good, I don’t want us to mingle or get involved more than we are."I freeze at that. If things with Jake ever turn into something real, then he is going to be more than just involved. But considering how uncertain everything is right now, I should probably keep that thought to myself.I let his words settle before speaking. "I knew you two had some kind of alliance, but I didn’t know the details."He nods, crossing his arm

AnastasiaI press my lips together, swallowing as if I’m fighting off emotions, then glance up like I’m searching for strength from above. Swiping my fingers under my eyes, I clear away any lingering moisture. "I just hope everyone accepts me and doesn’t try to push me out of the group."I want to scoff. Like hell, they can throw me out. But I need to know where I stand and how much sway I have.Edwin puffs out his chest, his voice firm. "No one can make you leave. This is your world. Your people. This is where you rightfully belong. This base has the blood of your ancestors in its foundation, and you have every right to be here." He nods at me, conviction in his eyes. "You are one of us, Ana, and we all welcome you."I let a small, hesitant smile slip through, playing my part to perfection. But then I lower my voice, biting my lip like I’m still unsure. "Thank you for saying that, but I don’t know if everyone feels the same way."One of the other hunters, a man whose name I don’t know