All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 441 - Chapter 445

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