บททั้งหมดของ Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: บทที่ 431 - บทที่ 440

AuroraExactly as the clock strikes eight, everyone is seated at the breakfast table. Punctuality here is not a virtue, it is a law. The faint chime of the grandfather clock echoes through the garden, signaling the beginning of another perfectly orchestrated performance.The table stretches long and gleaming beneath the sunlight, surrounded by manicured hedges and faces polished to perfection. Here, even the seating arrangement speaks of power. Nothing is random; every chair represents rank, lineage, and influence. The largest table, of course, belongs to the Blakes and a few others who are considered significant enough to share this privilege.Many people would kill to sit here, to be part of this carefully guarded circle.But I would give anything not to be.Unfortunately, my place is secured by blood. The one thing you can’t escape. The one thing that binds tighter than chains. I hold a position many envy, even within the family. Especially within the family.Dad sits at the head

AuroraI slip my favorite book into my bag, the one with the worn corners and the coffee stain that never quite faded. A few sticks of gum and Anastasia’s phone follow, before I slide the zipper closed. My sandals tap softly against the marble as I walk toward the door, my reflection flickering across the glass cabinets on the way out.For a few moments of the day, I can pretend to be free. In these stolen breaths of time, I can be myself, no pretenses, no perfection to maintain. But lately, even that is changing... changing in a good way, not in a burdening and suffocating way. Ever since Lucas came into my life, the thought of disappointing him has begun to crawl beneath my skin. I used to think I didn’t care what anyone thought. Now, his approval feels like the one thing that matters most in the world.The moment I step into the corridor, I hear it, the familiar rhythm of heavy footsteps trailing just behind mine. The guard. Always there. Always watching.I do not look back. I have

AuroraI should look away. I tell myself to, but I can’t. The magnetic pull between us is too strong, threading through the air, invisible yet unbreakable. My fingers twitch against my lap, my heart pounding like it wants to reach for him. I feel helpless under the weight of his stare, yet somehow powerful, like I have just discovered a secret the universe never meant me to know.I always felt that Lucas was someone who had stepped straight out of fiction. Because otherwise, how could he be so perfect? The way he walks, the way his voice dips just enough to make your stomach flip, the way he smiles like he knows something you don’t, none of it feels real. He can’t be real.But now… I am starting to believe that maybe he isn’t like everyone else. There is something about him, something that sets him apart, something that hums beneath the surface. I can feel it. The world around him feels different, like reality bends a little just to make space for him.And maybe that’s what scares me t

AuroraTime slows to a cruel crawl, and all I can do is watch in frozen horror as he pulls the trigger. The sound is deafening, echoing through the café again and again until it drowns out everything else. My chest feels hollow, my world tilts, and I can barely breathe. He doesn’t even look at me. He just keeps shooting until there are no bullets left, his face cold and unreadable.The silence that follows is louder than the gunfire. My knees feel weak, and my vision blurs. Then, out of nowhere, a strong hand grips my arm and pulls me up. My tears finally break free, rolling down my cheeks when I see who it is. Lucas. He’s standing right in front of me, very much alive.He wraps an arm around my shoulders, steady and firm, holding me close. I can feel his heartbeat against my side, calm and even, as if nothing just happened. His face gives away nothing. His eyes, though, are locked on Dad, unflinching.When James rushes to my side, Lucas lets him take me. James pulls me toward Dad, and

LucasOutside, the air feels cooler, sharper, like it knows we’re crossing a line we can’t uncross.I feel her shiver, just once, before she leans into me. My arm finds her without thought, pulling her in until her head rests against my shoulder. She fits there like she’s meant to. Like she’s always belonged.The world fades, blurring at the edges. There are people around us, I know that much. Engines hum, someone shouts an order, a door slams, but all of it turns into nothing more than background static. Because of her. She is like that mute button, that wasn't there in my life earlier... when she is with me other things go silent.Her hair brushes my jaw when the wind picks up. Her scent almost makes me want to press my nose in her hair and fill my lungs with her scent.Her breath comes a little uneven, still catching from everything that just happened. But she looks up at me anyway, and there’s something in her eyes that hits harder than any bullet ever could.My wolf stirs, quiet b