บททั้งหมดของ Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: บทที่ 441 - บทที่ 450

LucasAurora sits beside me, her body turned slightly toward the window, but her attention… it’s everywhere.Her silence isn’t the kind that makes me uneasy or doubtful. It’s the kind that pulls me in. The kind that fills the car in a way noise never could. I can feel it, the quiet hum of her mind working, her thoughts moving behind those wide eyes.I see it in the way her gaze drifts across the dashboard, following the small scratches on the surface, pausing over the buttons and air vents as if she’s memorizing their shape. She doesn’t reach out to touch anything, doesn’t speak, but I can tell she’s observing. Cataloguing. Trying to understand the man beside her through the car he drives, the music playing low through the speakers, the faint scuff marks on the steering wheel where my thumb rests.It’s almost cute. No, it’s more than that, it’s fascinating.Most people would just talk, fill the air with questions or small talk. But not her. She reads things instead. The way the engine

AuroraThe car slows before I even realize we’ve left the main road. The smooth stretch of asphalt fades into a dirt path, framed by tall trees that look like they’ve been standing there forever. Branches arch over us, forming a canopy that filters the fading sunlight into soft streaks of gold. The deeper we go, the quieter it becomes, until all I can hear is the crunch of gravel beneath the tires and the low hum of the engine.The air feels different here... cooler, cleaner, scented faintly with pine and damp earth. I lower the window a little, and the breeze rushes in, brushing against my face like a secret. There’s something wild and beautiful about it, something untouched. I can’t help but lean forward slightly, my eyes tracing the way the light flickers through the trees, catching on the leaves as if trying to hold on before the sun disappears completely.The forest stretches endlessly around us, dense and alive. The fading sunlight spills through in narrow bands, painting everyt

AuroraLucas is instantly at my side before I can even process what’s happening. His hands are on my waist, and suddenly, my feet leave the ground.A startled yelp escapes my lips as he lifts me effortlessly and carries me toward the couch. My fingers clutch the front of his shirt on reflex, more out of surprise than fear. “Lucas...what are you doing?”“Keeping you from stepping on more glass,” he mutters, his tone light but edged with concern.Behind him, the little girl giggles, her sleepy voice still soft and raspy. “Silly Uncle Lucas,” she says, and the sound brings a small, involuntary smile to my lips.Mikhail’s voice draws my attention before I even realize I’ve turned toward him. He’s kneeling now, gathering the both of the children into his arms. His boy's little hands clutch at his shirt while the littlge girl leans into his shoulder, whispering something that makes him smile, not a big smile, just a quiet lift of the lips that softens his whole face.It catches me off guard

AuroraAll my life has been spent behind walls. Not the kind you can see, not the kind you can touch, but the kind that live inside your chest. Invisible, quiet, heavy. The walls of my home were only a reflection of the real ones, the ones that taught me how to smile when I wanted to scream, how to sit still when I wanted to run. I learned to be composed, to be perfect, to be what everyone else expected from the daughter of the Blake family... what dad expected from me to be.But when I’m with Lucas, those walls fall apart. Not all at once. It’s slower than that, like sunlight melting frost. I don’t even notice when it happens. One moment I’m cautious, aware of every word, every breath. The next, I’m just… me. The version of myself, that has always been just for me.And tonight, out here, under the dark sky and the quiet hum of the forest, I finally understand what it feels like to be free. Not the kind of freedom people talk about in books or quotes, but something simpler. Realer. Bre

AuroraLucas is a werewolf. A real werewolf.Even after seeing it with my own eyes, it feels too big for my brain to wrap around. My thoughts keep looping, trying to find logic in something that doesn’t need logic at all. I saw him shift. I saw his wolf. I saw him turn back, skin rippling like light bending through water, bones reshaping under moonlight. And somehow, he’s just… Lucas again.It’s so so cool.Better than any fictional story I’ve read. Better than all my book boyfriends combined. Every supernatural novel I’ve ever devoured suddenly feels like a watered-down version of what’s mine.He told me everyone here is a werewolf, except Anastasia. Even little Rose and Reid. When he said that, I felt this quick spark of anxiety in my chest. What if I somewhat let them down because I am not like them?Lucas had sensed it before I even said anything. He always does. He brushed his thumb along my wrist, soft and easy, and told me they already love me. That all my doubts are for noth