Todos los capítulos de Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Capítulo 541 - Capítulo 550

JuneAcademy?The word keeps echoing in my head as I stand there, staring at concrete walls and metal gates like they might answer me back. What the hell is an academy supposed to mean in a place like this?Before I can ask, the main doors open.Two guys walk out, and the air changes instantly.They look like they stepped straight out of an action movie, broad shoulders stretching their black shirts, arms thick with muscle. Not flashy. Not loud. Just massive in a way that makes my instincts pay attention. I have fought some tough people in my life. Men who thought size alone made them dangerous. Standing here, I realize those fights were warm-ups.These guys are something else.“I didn’t sign up for any of this,” I say, stepping closer to Alexei. “I am not here to be part of your cult or whatever this is.”He opens his mouth, but someone else beats him to it.“I told you,” one of the Barbie girls says, flicking her dyed hair back with practiced drama, “she doesn’t have what it takes t

JuneWe are halfway to breakfast when the whistle cuts through the morning air.My steps slow with everyone else’s. The sound echoes off the buildings, off the trees, off whatever part of me is still caught on the memory of bare skin and warmth and a hand where it should not have been. That stranger’s presence lingers in my head like a thumb pressed to a bruise. I can almost feel it again, that heat, that pull.I shove it aside.Everyone slows, confused murmurs rippling through the group. The sun is barely up, the sky pale and soft, the kind of morning that feels like it could be kind if given the chance. My stomach reminds me that I went to bed hungry, but that is nothing new. Hunger is familiar. Orders shouted across a yard are not.“Outside. Now.”Alexei stands near the open space beside the building, arms crossed, posture relaxed like this is exactly where he wants to be. People shuffle toward him, some yawning, some already annoyed. I step into the line with the others and lift my

CalebI am not supposed to be out tonight.It is Lucas’s turn to patrol, but Aurora calls him and something in his voice changes when he answers. I hear it from down the hall, that quiet pull that means she needs him now. He does not ask me. He does not have to. He is my brother, and I will always be there whenever he needs me, no matter how trivial the reason is. I am already shrugging into my jacket, already telling him I will cover it. I have been patrolling the last two nights in a row, but sleep has been avoiding me anyway, so this feels like the better choice.My wolf has been restless for hours, prowling under my skin like he is caged too tight. Something feels off. Not danger exactly, but not calm either. It is the kind of feeling that makes lying in bed feel pointless.I tried earlier. I really did. I stared at the ceiling, listened to the building settle, counted breaths, counted heartbeats. Nothing worked. Sleep does not come when my wolf is like this. He wants movement. No

Caleb I push the bathroom door open and step inside. The scent hits me so hard it almost steals the air from my lungs. I stop just past the threshold, hand still on the door, breath locking in my chest like I have been struck. Heat flares low and fast, not from exertion, not from anger. My wolf surges forward with a sound that rumbles through me, a warning and a recognition wrapped into one. Mine. The word is not spoken, but it exists all the same. The scent is layered. Clean soap. Warm skin. Something sharper beneath it, something that curls straight into my chest and tightens that strange ache that has been following me all night. It is familiar in a way that makes no sense. I have never stood in this room with this person before, and yet every part of me reacts like it has been waiting. The pull snaps tight. It is like reaching the end of a hunt and feeling the target right in front of you, close enough to touch. My body knows it before my mind can argue. My muscles tense,

CalebI trail a few steps behind Jake and Lucas as we head toward the dining hall, the morning air still cool against my skin. My shoes echo softly on the path, familiar sounds that usually fade into the background. Today, everything feels sharper. My senses refuse to settle, like my body is bracing for something it already knows is coming.Lucas walks with his hands in his pockets, shoulders loose, humming something under his breath that I do not recognize. Jake is beside him, posture easy but alert in the way only he can manage. They are a couple of steps ahead of me when Lucas suddenly turns around, walking backward without missing a beat.He flashes me a grin that is pure trouble and then lifts his hand, showing me his middle finger with pride.I snort despite myself and shake my head. Idiot.Lucas laughs and spins back around before Jake can smack the back of his head for it. This side of him only comes out with us. Anyone else gets the sharp observer, the quiet thinker who notic