Semua Bab Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Bab 331 - Bab 340

The sun spills across the hunter base, soft and golden, brushing over the stone pathways and worn metal of the old walls. It’s quiet, not the kind of silence that comes from fear or confusion, but something calm and still, like the breath right before something begins.Anastasia stands in the courtyard, framed by morning light. All eyes are on her. But she doesn’t fidget or shift beneath their gaze. She wears it like a cloak, one she was always meant to carry.She wears a long charcoal-gray skirt that moves like a whisper when she walks. It brushes over her boots and sways with the kind of grace that turns heads before she even speaks. A fitted black blouse clings to her frame, and a leather belt sits snug around her waist. From it hangs a dagger, silver-handled and sharp, not just a symbol but a reminder—she’s still a huntress. Always has been. Her pendant catches the sunlight, but it’s the mark on her neck that draws quiet looks. Her mate mark, clear and unhidden.She doesn't try to

AlexeiI walk into chaos.There’s shouting, laughter, the sound of tiny feet thudding across the floor. Something crashes in the distance. And weirdly, it all makes me smile.This is what I think a home looks like. A real home. Happy. Loud. Messy. Full of life. No one would ever believe this is the same place that used to feel like a dark cave five years ago. Back then, everything about it felt hollow. Like it had been abandoned by joy, now it’s bursting at the seams with it.“Alexei, catch him, don’t let him go!”Sophia’s voice cuts through the noise, and I react on instinct. I bend just in time to scoop up the little tornado flying my way... Reid.Sophia was pregnant with Reid when the hunters attacked.None of us knew.She and Mikhail kept it quiet, and I understand why.Because Anastasia lost her pups, and both Jake and she were hurting.Mikhail and Sophia didn’t want to cause them more pain. That’s just who they are. Especially Sophia. Always thinking about other people, even when

AlexeiAs soon as we cross into Adolphus Pack territory, I notice the difference.The land isn’t marked by gates or fences, but everything about it feels intentional. I sit up a little straighter in my seat. Mikhail glances at me, but says nothing. We both know that look. We're in someone else's territory now. Doesn't matter how friendly things are... we still stay alert. My wolf pushes closer to the surface. Not aggressive. Just alert.He doesn’t like the fact that we’re somewhere unfamiliar with our Luna sitting in the backseat. This isn’t our land. It isn’t our people.I feel the low hum of him just beneath my skin, pacing, ears perked.The borders are clean, patrols are present but relaxed, and even the forest looks... well, taken care of. Like someone actually trims the wild here. The roads leading in are paved and smooth, not something you see often in pack lands.They’ve only been here a short while, but it’s obvious that they’ve got money. And they know how to use it without

AlexeiI’m half-dressed and standing in front of the mirror, towel hanging from my neck, shirt unbuttoned, hair still damp from the shower. The bathroom’s steamed up, so I crack the window to let some of the heat out while I run a hand through my hair to push it back.There’s a black shirt and dark slacks lying on the bed. Nothing fancy, but clean and sharp. It’s comfortable, and I don’t feel like putting more effort into tonight than I already have. It’s just another event, another pack, another bunch of strangers I’ll probably never see again.Still, I’m not rushing. My wolf’s a little twitchy, pacing in the back of my mind like he doesn’t know what he wants. I try to ignore him, focusing instead on rolling my sleeves just right when I hear the knock at the door.Not loud. Just a soft, familiar rhythm.I know it’s her before I even reach for the handle.When I open the door, Sophia stands there holding a garment bag, her lips pulled into a tight, knowing smile.I lean against the fra

AlexeiAs if she feels my gaze, she suddenly looks up... right at me.It’s not slow or shy. It’s instant. Like she knew exactly where to look.Our eyes meet for just a breath, maybe two. She blinks, once. Then I see it, her eyes narrow a little. Not angry. Not confused either. More like… she’s trying to figure who I am.Klaus is saying something to her, standing close, clearly talking about something serious, but before he notices where her attention has gone, she turns away from me and looks back at him.Just like that, it’s over.A split-second stare between two strangers in a room full of wolves.It should feel awkward. Should make me look away in embarrassment for getting caught staring like a clueless teen. But it doesn’t. I don’t feel awkward. I don’t feel weird. I don’t even look away.I just feel… intrigued.That one look didn’t answer anything, it only pulled me deeper into the question. Who the hell is she? Why did that brief eye contact feel more solid than half the convers