All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Penelope POV"Get the hell away from my gates," I spit, slamming my phone onto the marble console.The glass screen cracks. I do not care. The vibration of the reporters chanting outside my villa rumbles right through the floorboards, straight into the soles of my boots."Princess Penelope, did you pay the hitman in cash or pack bonds?"The question cuts through the heavy oak doors. It is a rookie voice, loud, desperate, and stupid.I pull my leather jacket over my shoulders. My knuckles are white. My nails dig into my palms until the skin splits.Hazel wants a war. Julian wants to play the blind protector. They think because they have a few cameras and a microphone, they can corner the Queen of the

Marcella POV"Apologise," Julian said.The word hit me like a physical blow."Apologise to Penelope?"I spat the name out. It tasted like battery acid on my tongue."Why the hell should I apologise to her? Nothing even happened in the end!"I slammed my fist onto the mahogany desk. The heavy wood did not even vibrate, but pain shot straight up my forearm, white-hot and sharp.Julian did not blink. He stood by the tall window, his silhouette cutting a dark, jagged line against the afternoon light. He adjusted the cuff of his shirt with slow, agonizing precision."You do not have to go," Julian said.

Penelope POV"Where is this?" I ask, my hand tight on the cold iron of the villa balcony.Eliora grins, her sharp teeth catching the glare of the city lights below. "One of my friends is hosting a killer party here tonight. I heard she invited a ton of single male werewolves with really, really nice-smelling pheromones."I look down at the gravel driveway. The tarmac outside is packed with expensive sports cars. The air smells like expensive petrol, burnt rubber, and heavy musk."You did not tell me it would be this crowded," I say. My voice is flat."You need to live a little, Penelope," Eliora says, her shoulder bumping mine as we step through the heavy oak doors. "Ever since the Blue-Claw Pack admitted defeat, you have been acting like

Khalani POV“Lucas, are you completely out of your mind?”The words rip out of my throat before I even hit the bottom of the concrete stairs. My boots slam against the wet tarmac of the car park.On the ground, Lucas is sprawling like a run-over dog.“Answer me, you absolute idiot!”He does not answer. He just groans, his fingers clutching at the gravel.His family runs some pathetic, no-name little Pack in the middle of nowhere. They have no backing. They have no power. Yet this absolute peasant thought he could use his pheromones to corner Penelope? He thought he could actually lay his hands on her?He must have a death wish.Before I can even reach him, Julian moves.His heavy boot cracks right into Lucas’s ribs. The sound of fracturing bone echoes across the empty tarmac.I stop dead in my tracks. My breath hitches in my throat.Everyone on the Continental

Julian POV"Terminate all deals with Lucas and his pack immediately," I say.My voice cracks the silence of the corridor.Ethan stops walking. His boots scrape against the stone floor. He blinks at me. His hands twitch at his sides."Alpha?" Ethan asks. His voice is too quiet. "Sir, the morning meeting just ended. The trade agreements are already signed.""I do not care about the signed paperwork," I say. I step closer to him. My chest rises and falls hard. "Listen to my words. Buy out all their assets at rock-bottom prices. Use force if you have to. Then get Lucas and his entire family out of this city by tonight."Ethan opens his mouth. He closes it again. His fingers grip his leather ledger until his knuckles tur