All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Julian's POV"I found her," Khalani said, setting a thin folder on my desk at nearly midnight, his voice tight with something I could not immediately place. "Adaline Marsh. Julian, you need to sit down before you read this.""Just tell me.""The transfer that took her happened under a contract signed by your grandfather," Khalani said. "Not Marguerite's network. This was before her. Your family's own route, thirty years ago, before any of the current mess even began."The floor seemed to tilt slightly beneath me. "My grandfather sold her.""The paperwork calls it a labour placement fee," Khalani said, disgust plain in his voice. "It is the same thing, dressed up in language designed to let everyone involved sleep at night."I stared at the folder without opening it, my hands unsteady. "Is she alive.""Yes," Khalani said. "Living two counties north, under her own name, actually. She never hid. Nobody ever looked."Something cold and furious settled low in my chest. "Because looking wou

Penelope's POV"You are certain about this," Axton said, watching the depot fill slowly with council representatives, their expressions ranging from curious to openly sceptical."I am certain," I said, though my pulse was not entirely steady. "Let them ask whatever they want."Rosalind stood near the case board, nervous but resolute, having insisted on being present despite my offer to let her stay away entirely. Thomas sat beside her, still recovering, his hand resting on her shoulder in a way that had become quietly familiar over the past weeks.The eldest council member, a stern woman named Councillor Braithwaite, approached the board first, studying the names, the photographs, the careful red string connecting each recovered family to the routes that had once moved them."Sixteen families," she said. "Located in under a month.""Fourteen, as of this morning," I corrected. "Two more confirmed alive yesterday."Councillor Braithwaite's eyebrows rose slightly. "And the engagement. Is

Penelope's POV "Twelve," Axton said, his voice flat as he dropped the updated board summary onto the center of my desk.The heavy cardstock landed with a dry, hollow scrape against the dark mahogany. Across the surface, rows of meticulously typed entries, cross-referenced tracking coordinates, and red verification stamps filled the page."Twelve families still unaccounted for, as of early this morning," he continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "Down from nineteen in just over a month. We cleared the northern settlement yesterday afternoon, and the four individuals extracted from the valley holding cells were successfully relocated to the sanctuary before dawn.""That is remarkable progress," I said softly, tracing the black ink of the ledger with the tip of my index finger.The words should have tasted like victory. By every logistical metric the Rogue administration measured, recovering seven displaced bloodlines in four weeks was a staggering operational success. Yet the num

Penelope's POV"Eleven confirmed," Axton said, three days later, exhaustion and relief fighting for space on his face in equal measure. "Located, contacted, and willing to reconnect where reconnection is wanted. One more location pending.""Which one," I asked."The last name on Kimberly's ledger," Axton said. "No current address. Only a note that reads, sold north, past the old border markers. That is Frost Pack territory, technically, though well outside anywhere your father's people have ever patrolled closely."Kael straightened. "Past the old markers. That is deep into the unclaimed stretch, near the mountains.""Dangerous territory," Axton said. "Unaffiliated packs, minimal law, exactly the kind of place someone might disappear into and never resurface.""Then that is where we go," Kael said.The unclaimed stretch lived up to its reputation, rough terrain and rougher company, and it took the better part of two days of careful, patient inquiry before we finally found a lead worth

Penelope's POV"You wanted to see me," I said, settling into the chair across from my father's desk. He looked stronger than he had two weeks earlier, the colour returned properly to his face, though the healer's warnings about rest still lingered heavy in how carefully he moved."I wanted to give you this," he said, sliding a small wooden box across the desk. "Before the wedding. I have been waiting for the right moment, and I have decided there is no such thing, so I am simply doing it now."I opened it carefully. Inside sat a simple silver pendant, old, clearly well loved, engraved with a pattern I did not immediately recognise."Your mother wore this," my father said quietly. "Before she died. It was hers, and her mother's before that, all the way back through the Ashcombe line, before the branch that became our family ever split away from the rest."My breath caught. "This connects to Rosalind. To Corinne. To all of them.""It does," my father said. "I want you to give it to Rosa