All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

IreneI step out of the room, the smell of fresh coffee and warm French toast wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. Alexei’s already in the kitchen, setting up the table. I pause in the doorway, watching him move with that quiet focus that always makes my heart beat weirdly.He looks up and catches my eye, then walks over with that easy smile. Without warning, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s gentle, almost like soft whispers, but still enough to make my heart skip a beat.He takes my hand and leads me to the table, but then he stops and shakes his head. “I forgot the whipped cream,” he says with a grin before slipping back to the kitchen.I start plating the food he made, careful to arrange everything just right. When he returns, he sits down, and I place his plate in front of him. Before I can set my own, he reaches for my hand and pulls me into his lap.“What are you doing?” I laugh, surprised as his arms wrap around me.He just smirks and lifts a piece of Fren

IreneIt’s night now, but I wake up tangled in Alexei’s arms and legs like we’ve been wrapped around each other all day, which we have. A shy smile creeps across my lips as the memories flood back: the way his hands claimed me, the heat of his kisses, the endless moments we spent losing ourselves in each other. My skin still carries the traces of him, soft bruises, the marks where his mouth pressed, the places where his touch left me breathless. I can’t even count how many times he made me his today.My heart pounds so hard I’m sure it could burst. But then the smile fades for a moment as the full weight of what I’m feeling sinks in. I love him. There’s no other word that fits. It’s not just desire or infatuation. It’s something deeper, something real that pulls at every part of me. I love him with everything inside me... my heart, my soul, all of it.It should scare me, how fast this all happened, how quickly I let myself fall. But it doesn’t. Because I know I fell for the right man,

IreneI slip into a sleeveless cotton one-piece dress that hits just at my knees, the soft fabric moving lightly against my skin. It’s pale cream with tiny blue flowers scattered across it, the kind of dress that feels easy but still makes me feel put together. Sitting at my vanity, I work a brush through my wavy hair, tugging out the knots until it falls loose over my shoulders. I know Alexei likes it this way, so I leave it down.I reach for one of my silver bracelets, the one Klaus gave me, and fasten it around my wrist, holding the little chain between my teeth as I work the clasp. A small dab of my strawberry lip balm leaves a hint of shine and sweetness on my lips. When I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I feel a quiet satisfaction. It’s simple, but it’s me.This morning before work, Alexei mentioned there was going to be a pack lunch to celebrate the first shift of one of the pups at the packhouse. He told me he’d be going and asked if I wanted to come along, leaving the c

AlexeiSince I’ve met Irene, I’ve never seen her angry. Not once. I couldn’t even picture her with anything close to a hostile look on her face. But the day I told her about how I met Emma and what Emma had been through, it was like something inside her snapped. Her eyes burned, sharp and fierce, and for a second I almost didn’t recognize her. She didn’t go off or raise her voice, but the weight in her words made it clear. She just said she was glad that pathetic excuse of a woman was dead, and so was Gregor.That was a week ago. Since then, she hasn’t said a single word about it. She talks about Emma like normal, asks what she’s been up to, plans little things for her, comes up with little ideas to make her smile, but she doesn’t touch the past. She keeps her focus on the now.I’m thankful for that. I don’t want to go back there either. I don’t want to remember the bruises, the hollow look in Emma’s eyes, or the way her voice used to sound when she spoke too softly, like she was afra

AlexeiI don’t even realize when I fall asleep, but the second I feel someone’s hand on me, I jolt awake. My body reacts before my mind catches up. I’m on my feet in an instant, moving a few steps back as Stella stands there with her fingers curling into a fist as she pulls her hand back. A blanket slips off me and lands on the floor. I didn’t get a blanket for myself, so it has to be hers.Stella looks so much better now, the color has returned to her face. And all her injuries are almost healed, as most of the bruises are already fading.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” she mumbles, her eyes darting around like she wishes she could sink into the mattress. Embarrassment rolls off her in waves.Before I have to say anything, there’s a knock at the door. She jumps and instantly grabs my hand, her fingers tight and trembling. Her eyes flick toward the door, wide and uncertain.But it doesn’t feel right, her clinging to me like that. Before her grip can tighten, I gently pull my hand away.