Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Kabanata 311 - Kabanata 320

AnastasiaI sit inside the tent, the fabric flapping a little every time the wind picks up.Pete sits across from me, arms folded, his brow pulled tight like he’s been chewing on a question for a while.He finally says, “So… when exactly are you bringing the Luna to me?”I glance up at him, one brow lifting. “Straight to the point, huh?”He shrugs, trying to play it cool, but there’s that twitch in his jaw that gives away how badly he wants answers.I let a smirk tug at my lips, slow and amused. “Well, don’t worry, Chief. I have promised you that I will make you meet the Luna and I don't go back on my words.” Arching an eyebrow, I lean back a little in the chair. “So, consider you’ve already met the Luna.”But before he can say anything else, I tilt my head slightly and ask, “But before we get back to the business, mind telling me something?”His mouth opens, but I keep going.“Why did Ethan say you asked him to spy on me?”The smirk fades from my lips, not all the way, but enough tha

AnastasiaThe smell of roasted meat and firewood hangs thick in the air as dinner gets served. I watch the others shuffle toward the long tables inside the main tent, the usual setup for high-ranking hunters. Pete’s already there, flanked by his favorites, the polished silverware clinking like some kind of performance.Pete's laughing at something one of the hunters says, like always, like nothing’s changed. His hands move easily, slicing meat, passing bread, playing the part. But his eyes, his eyes are doing something else entirely. He watches who talks to who, who looks away too quick, who hesitates before answering. Like the cracks he’s pretending don’t exist are starting to show, and he’s keeping track of every single one.Then his gaze finds me.It lingers. Just a beat longer than it should.Then comes the nod. Small. Barely there. But I see it.And so does Isaac.His jaw tightens. His hand curls around his fork. He’s doing a poor job of hiding the way it bothers him. A nod shou

AnastasiaThe cold metal brushes against my skin as I slip the last dagger into the strap on my thigh. One by one, I secure each blade to my body like it belongs there. Wrist, ankle, back, boot. I know the weight of each one, how it’ll shift when I move, how deep it can go when I need it to. My fingers don’t hesitate. They just know what to do.I stare at myself in the cracked mirror hanging in the corner of the tent. The glass is foggy, but my reflection still stares back clear enough. My face gives nothing away. No hint of nerves. No guilt. My chest doesn't feel tight, and my heart doesn’t ache thinking about the lives I’m about to take. There’s only this weird calm, like my body’s already moved past all the what-ifs and regrets.Maybe that’s just what happens when you’ve carried revenge long enough. It settles inside you like smoke in your lungs. You stop choking on it. You breathe through it.I tie my hair back tight and reach for the curved blade Jake gave me. The metal catches th

AnastasiaMara walks a few steps behind me, quiet. Her boots drag a little like she’s tired, or maybe just done with everything. I don’t ask. I don’t say anything right away because I’m still trying to figure out how I feel.I don’t fully trust her. I don’t think I can. Not yet.Irwin told me she’s only going through with this so she can leave the base and be with him. But she hasn’t mentioned his name, not once. And I’ve kept it that way too.If she wants to talk about him, fine. But I’m not bringing it up unless I have to.It’s too risky.I don’t know where her loyalty actually lies. so I am not going to share anything with her.But still, I can’t just walk away from her. Because if she really needed my help and I have abandoned her then I won't be able to forgive myself.I see how she looks at all this, how she flinches when people talk about the fight like it’s a game. She doesn’t want this. That part I believe.So, I keep her close. Not because I trust her, but because I don’t. If

JakeThe second I see the movement in the distance, I know something’s off.They’re not sneaking. Not creeping through the woods like they should have... like they have planned to.They’re walking in the open. Lined up. Bold. Like they want to be seen. Like they want us to know they’re coming.Yeah… they’ve changed the plan.The hunters are coming down the south path, which cuts straight into pack territory. That’s no mistake. That’s intentional.I glance over at Mikhail. He’s standing beside me, silent, but I can feel the tension in his shoulders. Not fear. Not panic. Just… ready.“They’re not hiding it anymore,” I say, nodding toward the approaching line of hunters. “No ambush this time.”He lets out a low breath. “It’s loud. It’s sloppy. They’re trying to scare us.”“Let ’em try,” I mutter.Behind us, the others shift into position. Our fighters know the drill. We already planned for this, back when we figured Pete might get cocky and switch tactics. I’ve walked them through it mor