All Chapters of BLIND ALPHA'S CAPTIVE: HER ULTIMATE REVENGE : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Avery's POV The kitchen was hot and stuffy, with the smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and herbs. Near the washing corner, the scent of soap and dirty water lingered in the air. I straightened my spine and walked in. Marla set the scrubbing brush on the counter between us without a word. I picked up the brush and moved to the far corner of the courtyard, where the stone floor was darkest, stained with old grease and water. I lowered myself to my knees. The cold stone of the kitchen courtyard bit ruthlessly through the thin fabric of my worn skirts. Every time I pushed the brush forward, a sharp pain flared across my abdomen, pulling violently at the fresh stitches. I sucked in a deep breath, teeth clenched tight, my jaw aching from the strain. I leaned against the wooden handle to keep my knees from buckling. “Easy, child,” Marla’s voice broke through the noise of the courtyard, softer than usual. I paused, gripping the scrubbing brush tighter. She was standing near the lar

Avery's POV. I stood in the middle of the garden, watering the plants behind the manor. It wasn't just me; other girls were busy chatting, their laughter floating through the air like they had no problems in life. They smiled at the blooming roses, completely oblivious to the rot beneath the stone foundations of this manor. The others usually get a day off. I don’t. I had never left the walls of this manor since the day I was dragged through the gates. "I can't keep living like this," I muttered to myself, aggressively tilting the watering can to increase the rushing flow of water over the soil. "Is there a problem?" Lilith, the new girl, asked. She was right beside me, working on trimming the overgrown hedges. "No, there's no problem," I answered quickly, keeping my voice neutral. "Well, your face says otherwise," she insisted. She put down her iron shears and looked straight into my eyes, trying to read the truth from them. I looked elsewhere, refusing to allow her to read

Avery's POV. My hand was still wrapped around the kitchen knife. Blood—Dorian’s—had gathered along the edge and dripped onto the worn floorboards. I watched it fall, each drop staining the wood a deeper red. My body trembled with the aftermath of what I had done. When had I become this person? When had my hands learned to threaten the people I once would have died to protect? The girl who used to braid Zara’s hair and dream of a simple life under the pack’s protection was gone. In her place stood someone unrecognizable, forged in the fires of life's cruelty. I wiped the blade on my already filthy skirt and slipped it back into its hiding place beneath the fabric. My legs felt wobbly, disconnected from the rest of me as I stepped out into the muddy street. The sun was already setting, casting a warm orange glow over the village. Torches flickered in the distance, but the narrow alleys between the houses were dark. The streets were beginning to empty as night drew closer, and a co

Lucian’s POV. Avery’s scent still lingered in the room: sweat and a trace of warm vanilla that no amount of blood or dirt could erase. I sat at the edge of my massive king-size bed, the silver wolf-head of my cane resting across my thighs, fingers tracing the cold metal. After the woman from earlier fled, only the crackle of the fire and the faint ticking of the clock remained. Avery's interruption had left a different kind of tension in the air. One I intended to deal with the moment she got back. I would teach her about boundaries, and I would enjoy every second of her breathless submission. I shifted my weight on the edge of the bed for the fifth time in ten minutes. The ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to grow louder with each passing second. She should have returned by now. A simple trip to the lower sectors did not take this long, even for someone as stubborn as her. I rose slowly, the tip of my cane striking the floor. The mate bond between us was like a thorn burie

Avery’s POV. A rough hand shook my shoulder, sending fresh spikes of pain all through my body. “Wake up, girl. I can get you out of here.” My body felt like it was floating in nothing as the hand gripped my arm, jostling me again and again until my teeth rattled. A fissure of light cracked through the never- ending darkness. I focused entirely on that light as the person continued to jolt my broken body. “ There's no time. Wake up if you want to live.” He shook me once more, the harsh movement finally jerking me fully awake. My eyes snapped open, my heart beating completely out of my chest, pounding against my ribs. A scarred, filthy face with brown eyes stared at me, only a few inches away from my face. The reek of sweat and cheap ale hit me. I shrank back against the thin mattress, staring at him in pain and confusion. Within seconds, reality came crashing down. I was choked out and kidnapped by three hooded rogues. And the man currently in my face, staring at me with a despe