All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Lucas The door opens again, and this time it feels different. Lighter. Like the air knows it can finally move.Alexei steps out holding something small, wrapped tight in a soft swaddle. His smile is the kind that starts in his eyes and spreads like it cannot be contained. He looks exhausted and radiant at the same time, hair still a mess, shoulders loose in a way they were not before. He scans the room once, then his gaze lands on Emma.“Emma,” he says, voice rough in the best way.She does not hesitate. She runs straight into him and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face against him like she needs to confirm he is real. Her body shakes as she cries, and Alexei adjusts his hold on the bundle without even looking, instinctive, practiced already.“I was so worried about mom,” she says between breaths. “And the baby. I was so scared, Dad.”That word still hits him every time. I see it in the way his mouth tightens before softening again. He runs his hand through her hair, sl

LucasThe wind will not shut up.It keeps pushing through the trees outside, leaves brushing and colliding, a soft but relentless sound that drills straight into my head. Swish. Rattle. Pause. Then again. The rhythm is almost intentional, like it knows I am trying to think and wants to be counted among my thoughts. I sit at the desk with papers spread out in front of me, maps pinned, notes stacked, timestamps circled and crossed out so many times the ink has started to blur. Aurora is not here, she is at Merope's place.I will pick her up in an hour. Sixty minutes. I check the time without meaning to as I am literally counting seconds until she is with me.Forcing my mind back to the task, I trace the pattern of attacks again with the tip of my pen. Location. Time. Method. Entry. Exit. I say the words silently, like a mantra. I have already submitted my final assignment. University is finished for now, which should feel like relief. Instead it feels like permission. Every spare minute

AuroraThe cup is warm in my hands. Too warm. I notice it and still lift it to my mouth because I am distracted by the smell, by the way the chocolate looks thicker than anything I have ever had before. Merope stands across from me, her back half turned as she puts something away on a shelf. She hums softly, not a song I recognize.I take a sip.Instant regret.Heat floods my mouth and I make a small, undignified noise as I pull back, coughing once, eyes watering. The cup wobbles in my hands and I manage not to drop it, which feels like a minor miracle considering the way my tongue feels like it has been personally betrayed.Before I can recover, Merope turns.Her eyes flick straight to my face. Not the cup. Not the spill that did not happen. My face. The way my lips part as I breathe through my mouth, the quick blink of my eyes as I try not to make this worse.The sting lingers, sharp but fading.She crosses the room in a few steps. I notice how she moves without rush, but everything

AuroraLucas’s face freezes in a way I have never seen before. Not anger. Not calculation. Just pure surprise, wide-eyed and unguarded, like his thoughts tripped over each other and fell down the stairs.I laugh before I can stop myself. It slips out warm and unguarded, and that seems to shake him loose.He blinks once. Twice. His jaw tightens, then loosens, like he is testing if his mouth still works. When he finally moves, he steps closer, slow enough that I notice the careful placement of his boots, the way his shoulders square as if he is bracing for impact.He steps closer, eyes searching mine. “Why did you say that I marked you?”I tilt my head, letting the question sit between us. The corner of my mouth lifts. “Did you really think I would never find out?” I raise a brow, just enough. “That bite was not random. It was you claiming me.” My fingers trace the spot beneath my collarbone through the fabric, not revealing it, just reminding him it exists.His hand goes through his ha

LucasOne thing I love about Aurora, the thing that hooks into me quietly and never lets go, is her confidence. It does not shout. It does not ask permission. It just exists. From the first moment I saw her for the first time this is how I have felt about her. Her upbringing is strict, structured, full of rules that could have bent anyone else into something smaller. It does not do that to her. Even when she is polite, even when she lowers her voice, there is a certainty in her posture, in the way she meets others' eyes.It does something to me when she never hesitates to tell me what she wants. Not asks. Not hints. She just says it, clear and unapologetic. And sometimes she does not wait for me at all. She steps forward, takes the lead, lets me follow without questioning if I will. I do. Every time. There is trust in that, and confidence, and something quietly powerful in the way she owns herself. I love that about her more than I know how to explain. My wolf likes it too. He does no