Todos los capítulos de Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Julian's POV‘Tell me what kind of men she sleeps with.’Ethan freezes. The muscle right beneath his jaw twitches twice. He looks at the carpet, then at the desk, then at the wall behind my head. Anywhere but my eyes.‘Alpha, sir,’ Ethan says. His voice drops an octave, thin and reedy. ‘I do not have a close relationship with Lady Penelope. I would not know her preferences.’‘You are lying.’I do not shout. I keep my voice flat, level, and low. I lean forward until my chest presses against the edge of the mahogany desk. The wood groans under the sudden shift of my weight.‘I am not, sir.’‘Five days ago,’ I say, counting the beats on my fingers. One. Two. ‘You sat in the VIP lounge at the pack house. You told the entire council that you and Penelope were close. You said you understood her mind better than anyone else in the northern territory.’Ethan swallows. His adam's apple bobs hard against his collar. ‘That was different.’‘How?’‘We were discussing territory borders, sir. Not he

Kimberly's POV“You think you can just walk away from me, Penelope?”My voice rang across the marble floor of the lobby.I needed to see her break.I needed to see the shame crack through that fake, perfect skin.Penelope stopped.She did not flinch.She turned her head slowly.A tiny, cruel smile touched her lips.Her eyes locked onto mine.They were completely dead.“Miss Kimberly, there is a basic fact your tiny brain cannot seem to process.”Her voice was low.It cut right through the hum of the air conditioning.“The Agates did not kick me out.”She took a step closer to me.“I was the one who dumped Julian.”I gripped my leather handbag until my knuckles turned white.“You lie,” I spat.Penelope looked me up and down.Her eyes lingered on my jawline.“And for the record, I have never paid a surgeon to slice up my face just to make a man look at me.”She tilted her head.“On that specific point, I am afraid I cannot compete with you.”My breath caught in my throat.She smirked.S

Julian's POV“You really think she is ever coming back to you?”The question cut through the damp air of the car park before I could even touch my door handle.I stopped. My boots sank into the wet tarmac. I did not turn around to watch Penelope’s black saloon clear the security gates. The sound of her tyres splashing through the puddles near the kerb was enough. She had not tapped the brakes once. She had not looked in the rear-view mirror.“She is gone, sir,” my driver muttered from the front seat.“Drive,” I said.I climbed into the back. The leather was cold. I counted the seconds as we hit the main road. One. Two. Three. Thirty minutes later, the iron gates of Brown-Forge Estate groaned open. The tyres rolled over the gravel.The front doors of the main residence did not click. They thudded.Inside, the Beta butler stood near the bottom of the stairs. His shoulders were locked. His chin was tucked so low his collar pinched his throat. He did not look me in the eye.“The Alpha is u

Penelope's POV"These shipper fans are completely out of their minds."My Wolf, Aria, growled the words directly against the back of my skull. The mental link vibrated with a strange, dark amusement as she scanned the digital feed bleeding through my screen.I did not look up from the glass display of my tablet. My finger flicked upward, forcing the text to scroll at a brutal pace. The morning sunlight hit the floorboards of my new office at a sharp, slanted angle, cutting through the heavy velvet curtains. It threw long, jagged shadows across the polished wood.The Starloop District real estate files sat untouched on the edge of the mahogany desk. Right now, the network across the entire continent was splitting into two violent, warring factions.One camp demanded Penelope and Leif.The other camp screamed for Penelope and Lorde."They are incredibly passionate," Axton said.He stood exactly three paces from my desk, his leather shoes clicked together, his hands clasped tightly behin

Penelope's POV "He has completely lost his mind," I muttered under my breath, the syllables dropping like shards of ice into the quiet stillness of my office.I stared down at the glowing sapphire screen of my private handheld device, my fingers clamping around the reinforced titanium casing until my knuckles turned bloodless and white.Scarcely sixty minutes had elapsed since Axton had gathered the preliminary intelligence dossiers and shut the heavy oak doors of my study, but the entire digital sphere of the continent had been violently violently upturned. The calculated media games of the afternoon—the manufactured gossip surrounding Leif’s protective public stunts and the viral spectacle of young Lorde’s onstage adoration—had not simply decelerated; they had been completely obliterated by a colossal, suffocating third wave of artificial engagement.The paired search tag linking Julian and Penelope was now anchored at the undisputed summit of every continental pack network and hum