บททั้งหมดของ Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

AnastasiaEveryone’s where they’re supposed to be, and for once, it actually feels like things are under control. The final prep is done, and there’s this weird kind of calm in the air, not heavy or tense, just... quiet. Like we all know what we’re doing, and we’re ready.The safe houses are full. Kids, elders, anyone who can’t or shouldn’t fight, they’re protected. I checked in on them earlier. The little ones looked completely at ease yet from their face I felt that they already knew something big was happening. It didn’t scare them though. That’s the thing about pack life. Even the youngest ones are tougher than they look.Out here, just past the edge of our land, we’ve set up base. It was smart to keep the fight away from the heart of the pack. If things go south, at least the damage won’t hit home. Everyone's posted and alert, ready for whatever comes. I can see my people moving around, double-checking gear, sharing quick nods and small smiles like we’ve done this a thousand time

AnastasiaJust like we planned, I sneak away from the border patrol, keeping low and quiet as I move through the trees. As I cross the edge of our territory, I catch Irvin and one of the warriors, Yancy’s eyes. They don’t say a word, just give me a quick nod. Nothing big, nothing dramatic. Just enough to let me know they see me and they’re with me. Just like everyone else who pretends as if they didn't even notice someone sneaking out of the pack. I don’t stop. I don’t look back. I just keep my head down and keep moving.The path toward the troops is rough and mostly quiet, except for the wind rustling the branches and the crunch of dry leaves under my boots. My mind’s racing, not with fear, but with focus. The area I’m heading toward is the one we marked earlier, making it look like a weak spot in the pack's defenses. This is the place from which I send them a signal.It’s bait.Because we’ve filled this whole area with our wolves. Hidden. Watching. Waiting.Pete and his men are sur

Jake“Jake, what is happening?” Sophia’s voice cuts in as she grabs my arm and gives it a little shake, trying to pull me out of whatever zone I’ve fallen into. “Is she hurt or something?”I don’t answer right away. I close my eyes and block everything else out. The wind, the quiet hum of people talking behind me, even my own racing thoughts, I push them all aside. I zero in on Anastasia. On the thread that ties me to her, faint but still there, like a heartbeat just out of reach.Fuck, I wish I could mind-link her. If I could just talk to her, reach into her head and hear her voice, I’d know for sure what’s going on. But I can’t. And that makes me feel like I’m walking blind with my fists out. It’s driving me crazy. All I’ve got to hold onto is what I feel from her. Her emotions are what keep me from losing them.So I try again. I tune in, the way I’ve done a few times before, even if I don’t fully get how it works. It’s like reaching through water. Slow. Hard to grasp. But sometimes

AnastasiaI push open the flap of the tent, needing some air, only to see Ethan stomping toward me like a bull seeing red. His jaw's clenched, fists tight at his sides as he comes straight in my direction."Who the hell do you think you are to order my men around here?" he snaps, voice loud enough to turn heads.I don’t flinch. Don’t even blink. I raise an eyebrow, bored more than anything else. The anger rolling off him doesn't bother me, but I do wonder what made him finally drop the flirtatious act. Guess he figured if he couldn’t get into my pants, he’d switch tactics.Show teeth instead of dimples.Should I tell him that I never liked dimples? Especially not his. They looks more like a scar from a pimple. Maybe I will not say anything, keep my mean side to me, just for now."Your men?" I ask, tilting my head just a little. "Last I checked, they’re hunters. Not someone’s bitch."A low murmur ripples through the crowd behind him. People are starting to gather, eyes darting between

AnastasiaJake’s body stays unnervingly still under my hands, like he’s turned into stone. His breath evens out, and his head tilts, barely moving. My heart starts picking up, but I keep my voice low.“Did you hear anything?” I whisper, my lips brushing his jaw as I speak.He doesn’t answer. His eyes flick over my shoulder, scanning the trees behind us like he’s reading a language written in shadows.Then he gives a small nod. Barely anything, but I catch it.“We’re not alone,” he mutters, his voice just above a breath. A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth. “But I don’t catch any scent.”I pull away from him, my spine snapping straight. My fingers curl around the dagger at my hip, and I slide it free, the cold metal steady in my grip.“That’s because it’s a hunter,” I tell him, eyes narrowing as I sweep the woods. My voice drops a little lower, sharp and quiet. “We use a mix of chemicals and herbs. It covers our scent. Makes it harder for wolves to pick up on us.”Jake shifts, his