All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

LucasWe sit around a small dining table in the kitchen, close enough that our knees almost touch when someone shifts. The room smells like herbs and heat and something familiar I cannot name, the kind of smell that settles into clothes and memory without asking permission. A large bowl of soup sits in the center, steam curling upward in lazy spirals. It looks simple. Everything here looks simple. That alone makes me uneasy.Ryan’s mother moves around the kitchen like she has lived in this exact rhythm forever. No hesitation. No searching hands. If you ignore the blankness in her eyes, the way her gaze never quite lands, you would never guess she cannot see. She reaches for bowls stacked neatly to her left, fingers brushing the rim of the top one like a quiet check. Five bowls. She does not count out loud. She does not pause.I watch her hands more than her face. The way she grips the ladle. The angle she tips it at. She pours soup into each bowl without spilling a drop, adjusting the

LucasMy eyes stay on Anastasia.Not her hands. Not the chain. Her eyes.People forget how loud eyes are. They think silence lives in mouths, but it doesn’t. It lives in what people do when they think no one is watching. Anastasia’s gaze flicks left. Then right. Then back again. Small movement. Almost lazy. Something you’d miss if you don't know what to look for.That pattern lands in my head and clicks into place like it’s always been there.A signal.She doesn't want Helena or Ryan to know that she is our family.My hand moves before Aurora’s voice does. I catch her fingers mid-motion and hold them. No squeeze. No warning. Just contact. Stop. Her breath stutters through the bond, sharp and bright, like touching cold metal by accident. Shock, yes. Confusion too. But she doesn’t pull away. She never does. She trusts that if I stop her, it’s because something matters more than words right now.I feel her mind shift. Questioning turns into listening. She’s smart like that.I don’t look

LucasWhat happens next barely exists as time. It is there and gone, like light cutting across my eyes so fast my brain lags behind it.James moves.The next second his hand turn into a claw.Arthur jerks, breath ripping out of him as James’s arm drives forward. I register the sound before I register the wound, a wet, awful noise that is impossible to forget.face not as fear but as disbelief. Like he never truly imagined this ending with a blade in his body.Aurora moves before I do.Her hand tears free from my grip, skin scraping skin, and she shoves Arthur hard to the side. I hear his boots slide across stone. The timing is cruel and perfect at the same time. James’s claws miss Arthur by inches and sink into Aurora instead.She gasps, a sharp sound that punches straight through my chest.Blood blooms fast against her side, dark and spreading, and for a split second my mind refuses to accept it. Aurora is supposed to be untouched... unhurt. She is the one constant my thoughts always

AuroraMy side hurts in a way that feels deep and hot, like the pain has teeth and keeps biting every time I breathe. Each inhale pulls it wider. Each exhale reminds me it is still there. But even with that, even with my own blood soaking into my shirt, the image stuck in my head is Lucas.Lucas hitting silver.The smell hits me again even though it already happened. Burned skin. Sharp and metallic. It crawls into my nose and sits there. My stomach twists. My wolf whines somewhere inside me, soft and broken, like a sound wrapped in fur. She felt it too. I know she did. The bond does not need words. It just knows.For a second it truly feels like it is my back against that silver, my skin sizzling, my body jerking from the shock. My fingers twitch with the memory of it. Pain shared is strange. It does not cut in the same place, but it lands just as hard.James shifts me higher on his shoulder and his shoulder presses straight into my wound. My vision flashes white. I bite the inside of

AuroraI shift my wrist as far as the chain lets me. It is not enough to free myself. Just enough to remind my body that it still listens to me. Metal scrapes against metal, a thin sound that feels too loud in my head. James hears it. He always hears everything.“What have you planned for me?” I ask. I soften my voice on purpose, let it shake in places where it normally would not. “How long are you going to keep me here like this?”I drop my gaze after that. People read surrender faster when you stop looking at them. They fill in the rest on their own.James does not answer right away. He moves across the room instead. His boots brush over dust settled into the cracks of the floorboards. The fire in the old mantle pops softly. I count his steps without trying to. Four. Five. Six. He stops close enough that I can smell antiseptic and something metallic underneath it.“I am going to take you away from here,” he says. “Far from where you don’t belong.”I lift my eyes slowly. His face sta