All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Alexei My eyes catch something on Emma's bed. A drawing. I don’t even have to second-guess who made it. Irene. Every time she puts pencil to paper, it feels like she breathes life into it. It’s not just lines, it’s like she leaves a piece of herself behind. I pick it up and stare, my chest tightening. The strokes are so damn alive, like the picture could talk back to me. My fingers trace over the edges without even realizing it. “Alexei…” Emma is standing in the doorway, her little cheeks are wet with tears, and her eyes are red. My gut twists instantly. “Why are you crying?” I ask, setting the picture down, already moving toward her. She wipes her face, but the tears just keep rolling. “Because Irene left.” Her voice cracks, and it slices right through me. “I didn’t want her to go… I wanted to spend more time with her.” “Hey, don’t cry…” I crouch down a little to look her in the eye, trying to calm her. “She just went… home.” The word feels heavy, almost wrong, and I have to r

AlexeiMy heart stops the moment her eyes close. I can’t move. I just stare at her wolf, convulsing, the shift tearing through her. Then I see her, lying on the soil, a tree branch stuck deep in her chest. It hadn't passed through her, but it is deep enough for me to know the kind of damage it has done.I can’t believe I let this happen. This is why I wasn’t blessed with her. Because I’m a bastard who couldn’t protect her. I knew she could handle herself, but why the hell does she need to when I’m here?Her mate, Ryder, he died protecting her. While I watched her fight alone, and I didn’t save her. I feel like I’ve failed her in every way.My knees give out before I even notice. I fall to the earth. I don’t care who sees me. A powerful beta crawling like some broken insect. All I care about is reaching her.

IreneMy eyes are closed, but I can feel it, like my body’s moving, drifting somewhere I can’t control. I don’t know if I’m floating or falling. There’s no pain. Not even a hint of it. Just… nothing. For a second, I think maybe I’ve stopped existing altogether, but then it all fades into black again.When my eyes open, my fingers stretch on their own and I feel damp grass under my palms, soft and cool. I just lie there, breathing in the fresh scent, staring at the sky. But it’s not the sky I know. Its color isn’t blue at all, it’s yellow, almost glowing. The same way I used to picture it when I was a pup, when I’d close my eyes and imagine the world painted brighter, stranger, magical.A smile tugs at my lips. It doesn’t matter that it isn’t right. It feels like it belongs here, like it belongs to me. Wherever “here” is, it feels safe. No fear pressing on my chest, no ache in my body, no voices whispering in my head. Just… quiet. For once, I let myself breathe it in and sigh, melting i

Alexei Irene’s back rests against me, her body warm and soft, and my arm just hangs over her waist like it belongs there. Everyone’s gone now, the house is finally quiet. For a while, it was filled with laughter and chatter, Sophia pacing more than usual, restless in a way I couldn’t put a finger on. Only later, after Irene told me what she saw, what she experienced, I understood. Sophia felt it before I did. The weight of how close I came to losing Irene. Irene said what she witnessed was real, not some dream or her mind playing tricks on her. She can't justify how it is possible, but all she knows is that she met Ryder. And I believe her. And I hate it. I hate how close she came to crossing over, how close I came to being left behind. The thought sticks in my chest like a thorn. I tighten my arm around her, pulling her a little closer, and drop my chin on the top of her head. I don’t ever want to let her slip away again. She shifts, tilting her face up so her cheek brushes mine.

AlexeiI stand beside Mikhail, arms crossed as we watch the younger wolves spar in the training yard. Dust kicks up under their paws, the air heavy with the sharp scent of sweat and fur. They move fast, snapping and circling, but most of them are sloppy. They need control if they’re going to work with the hunters. Anastasia’s idea for these joint drills of new recruits and newly shifted wolves was smart, but pulling it off is another story. Mikhail’s face is unreadable as always, eyes tracking every movement like he’s memorizing the strengths and weaknesses of each one. I know he already has a list forming in his head. Me? My attention keeps drifting. My wolf won’t settle. He paces in the back of my mind, claws raking, teeth bared, like he’s one second from shoving me aside and taking over.I grit my teeth and force the block between us, the mental wall I’ve built over years of training. I shove hard until he quiets down, though it takes effort."That one’s too reckless," Mikhail say