All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

LucasI close the door behind me, slow enough that the lock does not click loud enough to stir her. The sound lands soft in the hallway. A small, almost invisible noise. But my wolf still flicks his ears inside me like he is waiting for something to jump out of the shadows and drag her away the moment I step two feet from her.He hates that I am outside the room. I can feel the tension like a hand pressed between my shoulder blades.I lean against the wall for a second. My eyes close, but not to rest. Just to sort through what is mine and what is hers, because her memories are still sitting in my mind like they have taken a seat and refuse to move. I can still feel the imprint of what she witnessed.No one comes out untouched from witnessing something like that. Not someone like her, who grew up inside walls that kept out more than danger. Walls that kept out the truth of what this world can do.I push myself off the wall and take a slow breath. My hearing stretches without me telling

Lucas“I manipulated you. I manipulated your feelings and emotions.”The words leave my mouth and hang there like something physical. Something with mass. I can almost imagine it shifting the air between us, tilting it, bending it, forcing it to change shape. Her eyes flicker, the smallest movement, but my mind catches it before it is even fully formed. She breathes in a little sharper, like her lungs need a second to understand what they are supposed to do next.Her fingers curl slightly at her sides. Not a fist. Not tension. More like her body is trying to find a place to put the feeling that hit her.She blinks once. Slowly. Her lashes touch her cheeks and lift again, as if her brain needed the moment between to recalibrate. Her chest rises on a long inhale, and I watch the expansion, the quiet lift, the slow fall. She does not move back. She does not move forward. She stays exactly where she is, which tells me more than any reaction she could have thrown at me.Her reaction is not

LucasAurora watches Ryan for a few more moments, and I can see her thoughts moving behind her eyes. Not fast. Not chaotic. Slow enough that it feels like she is placing each one in neat rows somewhere inside her mind, saving them for later. She has always done this. She sorts her emotions before she lets anyone see them. And right now, she is building quiet compartments for every feeling she does not want spilling out.Then she looks at me.Just that small shift of her eyes toward mine sends a jolt through my chest. Sharp and immediate. My lungs trip over themselves for a second. Her gaze connects with mine, and it feels like something inside me jumps awake in one violent motion.This girl has no idea what she does to me.Her voice leaves her lips so softly it feels like it lands directly on my skin. “Why isn’t he up yet?”Her brows draw together with the faintest frown, and she turns her attention back to Ryan. “He is a wolf like you. Aren’t you supposed to heal fast?”I remember th

AuroraLucas is sitting behind the wheel with his eyes fixed straight ahead as we drive to meet James. The road passes in blurred streaks, trees and signs smearing together like my thoughts. There is too much happening in my head for me to settle on one thing. Memories bump into questions. Fear presses up against hope. It all feels like a tangled knot that I cannot separate, only hold.I keep glancing at his profile, the way his jaw tightens and relaxes, the tiny muscle in his cheek that flickers every time he blinks. He looks calm, but I know him well enough to see what hides underneath. His hands grip the wheel, not hard, just enough to show he is holding onto something. Maybe that something is me.I stare out the window again. I know whatever I find out today will change everything. I can feel it in my chest, in the slow pull of each breath. My entire life feels like it is standing on a thin line, waiting for the next step. I do not know if I am ready to hear the truth, or if I wil

AuroraI move from one picture frame to the next, my fingers almost trembling as they hover near the glass. Every frame holds a different version of me, but all of them are unmistakably mine. Younger. Softer. Smiling. Serious. Lost in thought. Even the face I see in the mirror every day stares back at me from one of the photos.My heart begins to race as my eyes move from picture to picture. Each one feels like a small punch to my memory.There I am on my seventh birthday, cheeks round, frosting on the corner of my mouth. I remember that cake. Chocolate with too much cream. Another frame shows me standing in front of my school gates on my first day, backpack too big for my small shoulders. I remember how nervous I was... I remember twisting the ends of my hair around my finger while I watched other parents crouch to hug their kids goodbye.Another frame. I am older. A little taller. My smile is more confident, but it is still careful, like I do not fully trust the happiness on my face