All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 471 - Chapter 476

LucasAurora wakes up like the world just tilted under her. One sharp inhale, one jerk forward, and she is sitting upright in the bed, her eyes scanning the room like something chased her all the way out of sleep.Her hair is a mess of waves around her face. I can tell she does not even feel them, because her eyes are moving too fast. Searching. Counting shadows. Counting the places where someone could be standing. Her brain is still half in the dream, half in whatever memory dragged her awake.Then her gaze hits mine.Everything inside her shifts.Her next breath is not panic. It is relief that cracks and spills out of her so quickly her shoulders tremble with it. She is on her feet before the mattress even finishes its soft exhale from losing her weight.Her eyes widen, shining in the dim light. "Lucas." My name hits the air with a tremble. She crosses the space between us so fast the mattress barely has time to sigh. She throws herself at me, arms winding tight around my body, her

LucasThe path to the infirmary feels longer than usual. I am not sure if it is actually longer or if it is just this silence stretching it out. Silence can do that. It can make a familiar place feel foreign. It can turn a ten-second walk into something that feels like a slow drip through time.Aurora walks beside me, but she might as well be a hundred feet away. Her steps are quiet, almost measured, not rushed, not hesitant, just there. Her arms stay close to her body. Her hands are not in fists, but they look empty in a way that makes my chest twist.She has not said a word since we stepped out of the room.Not one.And the absence of her voice feels like a missing piece of air.My eyes keep flicking toward her. It is not something I control. It is something my body just does. A reflex. A pull. My instincts tune to her movements, her breathing, the way her shoulders sit just a little too straight. She is not tense. She is not relaxed. She is something in between that does not belong

AuroraI sit on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, staring at the same knot in the wooden floorboard I have been staring at for hours. Its grain twists like it’s mocking me, like it knows something I do not. My fingers curl around the blanket, twisting it in little loops, tugging it just enough to hear the faint rip of fibers but never hard enough to break them. The blanket smells faintly of detergent and Lucas.It is something for my hands to do while the rest of me sits here, trying to understand myself.I do not know how to feel. I do not know how to react. My own emotions feel like strangers sitting in my chest. Half of them do not even feel like mine anymore. It is like someone else is tugging at invisible strings attached to me. Someone else is pressing feelings into me that do not belong to me.I never used to doubt myself like this. But now every thought I have is followed by a question mark. Did I feel this, or did someone make me feel it? Am I scared or did someone