All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

LucasAurora exhales sharply through her nose. I feel it before I hear it, the way anger moves through her like a flare, fast and hot. The bond carries it straight to me. No filter. No softening. Just raw feeling pressing against my ribs. She does not look at me. Her gaze stays on the wreck of her room like she is recording damage inside her own head.There is one thing I cannot fault this place for. Efficiency. Arthur gives an order and the house responds like a single organism. People move in and out without noise, without questions. Drawers are lifted, clothes folded, hangers aligned. In less than twenty minutes, the room resets itself. When the last person leaves, the door clicks shut and the silence settles. It is just me and Aurora now.I was not planning on staying here. But after what happened today, there is no way I am leaving Aurora alone. I don't trust anyone, not even Arthur. No one gets the benefit of my trust. Not guards. Not family. Not allies who stand too easily in

LucasThis is the strangest breakfast of my life.Not because of the food. The food looks perfect. Too perfect. Everything placed with care, portions exact, plates aligned like someone measured the distance between them. No crumbs. No clatter. No one reaches across the table without asking. Even the sound of cutlery feels muted, like the room itself is listening.It feels cold. Not temperature cold. Something else. Emotional. Like breakfast here is another task on a checklist. Wake up. Dress well. Sit where you are told. Eat. Speak only when appropriate.I take one glance around the table and understand the structure instantly. No one sits randomly. Seats mean something. There is hierarchy in the sitting arrangement. But this hierarchy is nothing like the one we have in the pack. In my pack, meals are chaos in the best way.Someone is always stealing food off someone else’s plate. Someone complains about seasoning. Someone tells a story halfway through chewing and everyone yells at

LucasNight settles over the estate the way it always does here, quiet but never relaxed. The kind of quiet that listens back. Aurora is asleep by the time I move, her breathing slow and even, her body curled toward the space I occupy like she expects me to stay there forever. I pause beside the bed longer than necessary, watching the small rise of her shoulder, the faint crease between her brows finally gone. She looks younger when she sleeps. Softer. Less guarded.I tuck the blanket around her again even though she does not need it. My wolf insists. I listen.Then I slip out.The house barely reacts to my movement. No creak. No echo. Whoever designed this place knew how to keep secrets. The hallway lights stay dim, sensing motion but not announcing it. I take the route I already mapped in my head hours ago, avoiding the cameras I noted by reflection and hum alone. People think technology is silent. It never is.The door opens without complaint. Cool air meets my face and carries wit

AuroraThe sight becomes familiar the moment the car slows.I recognize the open stretch before my mind fully catches up. The last time I was here, everything shifted. I learned that my father loves me in the quiet, clumsy way men like him do. I learned the truth about my mother, not the polished version but the real one, the one with edges and ache and choices that mattered. I learned how she lived, and how she died, and how both of those things still echo through him.And now I am here again.Or more accurately, Lucas brings me here.The car rolls to a stop in the middle of the field, and even before the engine goes silent, I feel the difference. This place does not press in on you. It does not watch. It does not demand posture or silence or obedience. It exists without expectation. It is still part of the estate, still wrapped in history and ownership, but it breathes in a way the mansion never does.Lucas cuts the engine and turns toward me.“I just wanted to take you away from th

AuroraI have been at this for hours.I know because the light has changed. It starts soft, gentle, brushing my skin like it is only passing through. Now it presses down, heavy and bright, sitting on my shoulders like it plans to stay. The morning slips into afternoon without asking me, and the sun turns sharp, almost rude.Sweat slides down my spine, collecting between my shoulder blades before trailing lower. My shirt clings in places I hate. My hair sticks to the back of my neck, and every time I move, I feel overheated and clumsy. I swipe my forearm across my forehead and immediately regret it because now my arm is damp too.I glance at Lucas and Caleb without meaning to.They look unfair.Both of them are sweaty, shirts darkened at the collar and chest, hair slightly messy. And somehow it works. Lucas stands with his sleeves pushed up, forearms flexed as he talks to Caleb in a low voice. Caleb is leaning against a tree, one knee bent, posture loose like this is just another after