All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

AuroraI don’t remember ever sleeping this well. Not as a kid, not even on the night when I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.The first thing I register is the familiar scent of him, still lingers on my skin. It wraps around me, and I stay still for a while, just basking in the quietness of the morning. There’s sunlight pooling across the sheets, soft and golden, catching dust particles that float lazily in the air. Everything feels so alive in this quiet. So normal.Maybe that’s what throws me off the most. Normal has never been something I understood. I’ve spent my whole life in a house where even the silence was watched, where freedom came with terms and breakfast came with rules. A place that looked like a home from the outside but functioned more like a gilded cage. And yet, lying here, in Lucas’s bed, I feel safer than I ever did behind locked gates and guards.Maybe feeling safe isn’t about walls or cameras or people who promise to protect you.

AuroraJake tells me to go take a shower while they clean up. His tone is firm but kind, the kind that doesn’t really invite an argument. Of course, I argue anyway.“I can help,” I say, grabbing a towel to wipe the counter.Caleb snorts, already stacking bowls in the sink. “It’s not a big deal. We’re used to it. Jake’s been putting us on cleanup duty since… forever.”The way he says cleanup carries some private history, like it’s code for something else. Lucas catches the hint and laughs, reaching over to high-five Caleb. Jake just shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the kind of smile he probably tries to hide so people still think he’s the responsible one.I stand there for a second, watching them, this easy rhythm they have, the unspoken familiarity of people who’ve lived through too many mornings like this. They move around each other without bumping into anything. Jake starts sweeping the floor; Caleb brings a bucket of water with a mop and begins moppin

LucasMy heart feels lighter than it has in years.Aurora sits at the dining table with Jake and Caleb, her laughter mixing into theirs so naturally that for a moment, it feels like she’s always been part of this world. My world. She doesn’t force her way in, doesn’t try to impress anyone. She just fits.Caleb leans back in his chair, pretending not to be bothered by the story she’s telling about her eating pudding just to piss off her bitch grandma. I can tell he hates Aurora's family, just like Jake and I, because we can see how wrongfully they are treating Aurora.That’s the thing about Caleb. Most people see his sarcasm, the smirk that never quite fades, the casual shrug. They think he’s nonchalant. Untouchable. But I know better.Every muscle in his face gives him away. The tiny flex near his jaw when he’s holding back emotion. The way his eyes narrow when he’s assessing someone new. He’s cautious, always has been, especially with people who get close to us. He learned that the h

AuroraThe sky is painted in shades of amber and violet, the kind of color that makes silence feel softer. The air smells faintly of pine and smoke drifting from somewhere far below. We’re sitting near the cliff’s edge, where the world stretches endlessly ahead. The wind moves through my hair, and Lucas’s arms are around me, strong, his chest pressed against my back.He doesn’t say much. He never does when words aren’t needed. His thumb traces small circles against my wrist, a motion that feels unconscious, like his body just knows where I am and needs to keep confirming it. I lean a little closer into him, the warmth of his breath brushing my temple.“What will happen now?” I ask quietly, not sure if I even want an answer. My voice almost gets lost in the sound of the trees.He hums, a small sound in the back of his throat, before pressing his cheek against my temple. “I don’t know,” he says finally, voice low, rough around the edges. “Other than that, I don’t ever want to let you go

Aurora“Aurora!”“Miss Blake!”At first, it sounds far away. A blur of voices muffled by the noise inside my chest. Then they get closer. Sharper.His posture shifts almost imperceptibly. His jaw tenses, his hand slides to my waist. His thumb presses lightly against my hip, and for a second, I let myself imagine he’s holding me there because he can’t bear to let me go.But I know better. He’s holding on because soon, he’ll have to let go.“Lucas.” My voice comes out softer than I mean it to. I reach up and cradle his face between my palms, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers. His stubble grazing inside of my palm.“I love you,” I whisper, and the words feel too small, too fragile to hold everything I mean. “More than I will ever know. More than I could ever explain.”His eyes... God... his eyes are speaking what he can't... the love I can see in them is almost breaking me and making me feel so powerful.He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me, and in that silence, I f