All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Julian's POV“Julian, I just saw Penelope buying your birthday present!”Khalani laughed straight down the line. The sound rattled the speaker of my phone.I stopped walking. My boot hovered an inch above the polished marble floor of the packhouse corridor.“You are dreaming,” I said.My voice was too flat. Too controlled. Inside my chest, Asher slammed his fists against the walls of our shared consciousness. Finally! the wolf roared. The idiot actually brought us good news!“I am not dreaming!” Khalani wheezed, his breath coming fast. “Marcella was right there with her. They were in the luxury section. She bought that heavy gold watch you stared at last month. Just wait. Your gift is coming.”I closed my eyes. The skin across my knuckles tightened until it went white.“Noted,” I said. “That is enough.”I cut the call before he could speak again.I did not let out the breath trapped in my throat. I stood in the middle of the empty hallway, staring at the dark screen of my phone.Origi

Ethan's POVShe is not coming, Alpha," I said, the words tasting like bitter lead on my tongue.The suffocating stillness of the private study swallowed the sound whole. Outside the high, leaded-glass windows of the Blue-Claw estate, the late afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long, bruised shadows across the manicured lawns.Julian did not lift his head from the sprawling mahogany desk.His hand remained poised over an unrolled territory ledger, but the heavy silver fountain pen in his grip froze instantly. Beneath the fine iridium nib, a single, dark droplet of black ink bloated on the immaculate white parchment, bleeding outward through the fibers in a ragged, ugly circle."Say that again," Julian said.His voice was dangerously quiet—a flat, serrated whisper that scraped against the edges of the room like cold iron. The skin across his broad knuckles stretched taut and bloodless as his fingers convulsed around the barrel of the pen.I swallowed hard, forcing my parched th

Penelope's POV"Get your hands off my dress before I break your fingers," I said, my voice cutting through the chatter of the foyer.Natalia did not move. Her fingers stayed clenched on the silk of my forest-green gown. She smelled like cheap vanilla and desperation."You think you own this place just because Kael invited you?" Natalia sneered. She stepped closer, trying to use her height to crowd me against the marble pillar. "You are nothing but a divorced stray, Penelope.""I am the daughter of the Rogue Pack Alpha," I said. I did not back down. I leaned into her face, letting her smell the raw, heavy copper of my Wolf. "And you are a third-rate television actress whose father had to buy her a crown."Natalia flinched. The color drained from her cheeks, leaving her heavy makeup looking like a mask. Her grip slipped from my dress."My father owns the entire northern crystal supply," she whispered, her teeth clicking together. "He could buy your territory by tomorrow morning.""Let h

Penelope's POV“Get your hands off my dress before I break your fingers,” I said, my voice cutting through the bass thumping from the speakers.Kael blinked, his grin freezing for a fraction of a second before it widened. He dropped his hand from the hem of my green gown, raising both palms in mock surrender. “Come on, Les. You walk in looking like a goddess and expect me to just stand here?”“I expect you to act like an Alpha, not a toddler,” I said. I turned my back on him, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor.Zaria made a loud, wet gagging sound right next to my ear. She spun on her heel, her dark hair whipping across her shoulder. “I cannot watch this. I am going to the bar before I throw up all over the Frost Pack’s expensive rugs.”“Do not leave me alone with him,” I muttered, but she was already gone, her bright red dress disappearing into the thick crowd of pack members.Kael lunged forward, matching my stride instantly. His shoulder brushed mine, heavy

Penelope's POV"Are you going to let that back-alley trash stare at you like that?"Zaria shifted her weight beside me, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.I did not look at her. My eyes stayed locked on the stage.The music had just stopped. The dancers were bowing.Right in the centre of the spotlight stood Natalia, her chest heaving, a foul, smug grin plastered across her face.She was looking directly at me."A mangy street mutt wants to challenge the Queen of the Pack?" Aria scoffed in my mind, her claws scraping against the edges of my consciousness. "Let her try, Penelope. Let us see what kind of pathetic show she thinks she can put on.""If she wants to dig her own grave, I am not going to stop her," I thought back.Zaria took a step closer, her shoulder brushing mine. "She is planning something.""Let her plan," I said.I lifted my glass of juice. Took a slow sip.The liquid was sweet, cold, and completely tasteless.On stage, Natalia gripped the microphone. The plastic casi