All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Jake Pete flicks his fingers. Just a small motion, barely even noticeable, but his men catch it like it's a shout. Two of them step forward like they’ve been waiting for that signal this whole time. They don’t speak. Don’t even look at each other. They just grab Isaac’s body, one by the arms, the other by the legs, and start dragging him across the dirt like he’s already forgotten. His head knocks against a root and his arm flops weirdly to the side, but neither of them slows down. His blood paints a path behind him, thick and dark, soaking into the mud. It smells sharp. Metallic. Still warm. Pete doesn’t give it a second glance. Not one. He turns to Anastasia, gives her a short nod. That’s all. No words, no explanation. Just a small jerk of his chin like, “You know what to do.” Then he spins around and walks off to somewhere behind completely out of sight as the hunters make a way for him. Oh, so he is probably part of the third layer of the defence... the one that always stay

AnastasiaMy side aches, but I don’t care. Not now. The cuts across my arms sting, the deeper one on my thigh is still seeping, but I feel none of it. Adrenaline’s rushing too hard, crashing through me like a wave that won’t back down. Some of the smaller wounds have already closed up, skin knitting back together the way it always does.My body heals fast. Not as fast as a wolf’s, but fast enough to keep me moving.Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement. Not toward us. Away.Three rogues, maybe four, slinking toward the trees. Their eyes dart around, and their pace quickens like they think no one will notice. Cowards. Tails tucked, shoulders hunched. There’s blood smeared all over their fur, some theirs, some ours.They think they can run? After what they did?No.If they get out of here, they’ll talk. Regroup. Grow bold. And they’ll come back.I push off the dirt and bolt, not bothering to warn anyone. No time for that. My feet pound the earth as I charge, each step jarring but

AnastasiaI watch his mouth open, then close, like his brain can’t catch up to his own shock. He finally blinks and manages, “You-” but the words don’t land. They fall flat, like even he doesn’t believe what’s happening."This was all your plan..." he says, voice low, almost like he’s talking to himself. His head shakes slowly as he looks at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. “All this while you were planning all this. Isaac was telling the truth.” His hand runs through his hair, rough and quick, like he's trying to rip the disbelief out of his skull.Then he stops. His eyes snap to mine. “You killed my son?” His voice lifts, caught between anger and confusion. He’s not sure what to feel first.I tilt my head slightly, let my smirk curl slow. “No,” I say, voice calm, cool. “I don’t take credit for someone else’s work.”I lift a finger, waving it lightly. “He pissed off another Luna and got what he deserved.”He stares at me, still trying to connect dots that I’ve already burne

JakeBy the time I reach the cell, Pete’s screams are gone. Not fading. Gone. The kind of silence that follows only after death.I shift back into my human form as I reach the gate. My feet slow, but my breath doesn’t. It catches in my throat the second I see her.Anastasia stands there, tall and still, right over his body or what’s left of it. Pete’s head lies a few feet from his torso, mouth open like it died trying to beg. Her dagger drips crimson, glinting under the faint flicker of the hallway lights.Her back is to me, but I don’t need to see her face to know.The bond is pulsing with something fierce. Raw power floods through it like a wave crashing into my chest. It’s so much, I have to brace myself. It’s more than rage. More than justice.It’s like she’s found every shattered piece of herself and rebuilt something unshakable.I’ve seen her angry. I’ve seen her bleeding. I’ve seen her broken.But this? This version of her?It’s terrifying.It’s holy.She turns her head slightl

AnastasiaThe grass beneath me feels warm. Softer than I remember. And the moon… it hangs so full and bright above the meadow, casting everything in silver. The whole place looks washed clean, like nothing bad has ever touched it.I sit there, knees pulled to my chest, just watching. Breathing it in. The calm. The quiet. The kind of silence that feels sacred, like even the night itself is holding its breath.It should be enough. This peace. This stillness.But it isn’t.Because somewhere deep in my chest, there’s an ache I can’t explain. A hollow space that no amount of silence seems to fill.And then I hear it.Laughter.Not close. Just soft and airy at first. But growing. Coming closer.I straighten, my heart already racing before I even see them.Two little boys come bursting out of the trees like they’ve been running wild through the night. They can’t be more than four. Tiny feet stomping the grass, hair all over the place, faces glowing under the moonlight like they belong to this