Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 531 - 챕터 537

LucasI slip past the outer edges of James’s mind the way you step into a room you have already been warned about. No announcement. No hesitation. Just presence.The moment I push through, the noise hits.Images do not arrive gently. They collide.Ruby is the first thing I see. Younger than I expected. Softer around the eyes. She is laughing, head tipped back, hair catching the light. James stands close to her in this memory, too close, watching her instead of the world. I notice the way his gaze clings, how it tightens when she looks away. Even here, even before everything breaks, possession hums beneath the surface.The memory shifts.Ruby is crying now. Her hands are shaking. James’s face stays calm, detached, like emotion is something he studies instead of feels. He tells her something. I cannot hear the words yet, but I feel their shape. Warning. Instruction. Control disguised as care.Then the scene fractures.I am standing somewhere dark, watching through James’s eyes. Rogues s

LucasI straighten my bowtie and tilt my head a fraction to the left, then back to center. The angle matters. Three degrees off and it looks careless. Two degrees too tight and it pinches the collar in a way that shows up in photos. I fix it once more and stop. Any more and it turns into a tell.The clock on the wall ticks every second. Not loud. Precise. I count six ticks, then ignore it. The mirror gives me what I expect. Grey suit, clean lines, shoulders sitting right. I don’t smile at myself. I don’t need to. This is correct.Reid sits on the couch with his small shoes lined up heel to heel, copying the way he saw me do it earlier. He glances up at me, then at Mikhail, then back at me. He nods once, like he’s approving a plan.Jake stands close, not hovering, just present. Big brother energy. He watches me adjust my cuffs and says nothing, which is how I know he’s satisfied. If something were wrong, he would already be fixing it.Alexei finally lifts Emmet, who immediately grabs h

I am running before anyone tells me to.Cold air slices my lungs. Trees blur. The forest smells like iron and wet bark and something sharp enough to make my pulse jump. Good. That means there is trouble. Trouble means movement. Movement means I can forget everything else.My wolf loves this part. The burn in my legs. The way the world narrows to speed and sound and instinct. I vault a fallen log, land wrong, feel my ankle scream. I don’t slow. Pain is a suggestion. I ignore suggestions.The scent gets stronger. Three rogues, maybe four. Not smart enough to mask themselves. I grin even as my chest tightens. This is the kind of math I like. Simple. Me versus whatever thinks it can cross our territory.They don’t see me until it’s too late.I shift mid-stride, bones snapping, skin tearing, the familiar rush crashing through me like lightning. My wolf slams into the first body hard enough to knock the air out of him. The second lunges. I catch him by the throat. My claws go in deep. Hot b