Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Kabanata 401 - Kabanata 410

AlexeiAlexeiMy wolf snarls so low it makes the back of my teeth ache. I can feel him pressing to the surface, hungry to react, to make her regret even thinking this would work.Irene’s fingers close around mine like an anchor. That small pressure is enough to pull the animal back a notch. And for a second, the world narrows down to the warmth of her hand in mine.She doesn’t say a word, doesn’t flinch, but I know how hard this must be on her... standing here while Stella tries to stake a claim on me.Irene steps forward, shoulders squared, locking eyes with Stella. Then she glances at me, takes a single step back. Instinct kicks in, and I move forward without hesitation, closing the space. She does it again, that little retreat, and my wolf whines at the distance. I follow, closing it up fast this time. Before she can move away again, I catch her hand and hold her tight. She smiles, that proud kind of smile that makes my chest burn, before turning her head back to Stella.“This is

Irene Unlocking the door, we step into our heaven... our home. A home that has been my safe place after his arms, because it smells like him... He walks and sits on the couch, running his hands through his hair, and lets his head rest in his hands. A weight has been lifted off his shoulders, yet there is something else that is pressing on his chest... even though he has said nothing, his silence is telling me what he is not.I climb into his lap without thinking, curling into him the way I always do, and he molds around me like that’s exactly where he wants to be. He leans back and folds his arms around me, pulling me in so tight I can hear his heartbeat under my ear. For a minute we just breathe together, both of us using the other to find a rhythm."What are you thinking?" I play with his fingers before he interlocks our hands and stares at them.Kissing my knuckles, he takes a slow breath, and when he answers it’s quiet but the words land hard. “Just what kind of life I would hav

Alexei steps outside into the small backyard, and a smile curves onto his lips the moment his eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. All the people he loves, all the people who matter, are gathered here. His family. The house that once felt like nothing but a lifeless box of walls and furniture has become something else entirely. It has turned into a home, alive with laughter and warmth, a place where countless memories will be made.His gaze softens when it finds Irene. Her glow is impossible to miss. Rose and Reid are standing in front of her, their tiny hands pressed against her bump, both of them looking fascinated like they’ve just discovered some secret magic. Alexei can already picture them growing up together, best friends just the way he and Mikhail have always been. The sight makes his chest swell with pride. If it wasn’t enough to see Irene radiant and smiling, seeing her carry their child takes it to another level, a pride that even his wolf howls with.Emma is runni

The papers in Sophia's hand shuffle, again and again, her thumb smoothing over the edges as if the repetition alone might give her order. Her lips move, half-formed words slipping out, not for us but for herself. A list. A plan.The crease between her brows, faint but deepening, proof that she’s already halfway gone in her head-counting the medicines, picturing crates loaded into trucks, weighing how many volunteers she can spare without pulling too many hands from here. A nearby pack is running on fumes, their clinic nothing more than bare walls, and Sophia? Sophia’s already building them a makeshift one before they even ask. She doesn’t know how not to.Her shoulders tell their own story. Not sagging. Not squared. That middle space she carries so well... the tired place between burden and duty. The part where she refuses to admit she’s exhausted because she believes somewhere it is her duty to help everyone who is in need.She will never tell but I see. I see it in the way her jaw

Lucas POVNo classes today. I could sit in my apartment, stare at the same four walls, let my brain chase itself in circles. Or I could move. So I move. The walk into town is short, familiar, and before long the book café comes into view, tucked between a florist and a shop that sells old records no one plays anymore. Glass front, chalkboard menu outside, door that creaks just enough to make me notice every time.The bell above the door jingles when I push it open. Not too loud, just a quick ring, like it knows not to disturb the readers inside. Warm air meets me, coffee and paper mixed together in that smell I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of. My shoes scuff lightly against the wood floor, and my eyes take in the room without me asking them to. The girl at the counter tucks a curl behind her ear every time she looks down at the register. The barista has ink smudged on her wrist from writing the chalkboard menu too fast. The guy at the back table flips the same page twice, his mind