All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Julian POV“Let go of me, you bloody idiot,” Hazel sobbed, her fingernails digging deep into the fabric of my wet jacket.I did not move. My arms locked around her shivering, soaked shoulders. Water from her hair dripped onto my boots, forming a dark puddle on the slick tiles of the Glory Hall pool deck.“She pushed me, Julian,” she gasped, her voice cracking loud enough for the gathering crowd to hear. “She wants me dead. Your former Luna wants me dead.”I looked up.Penelope stood exactly three paces away. Her posture was completely rigid. Her face carried no anger, no panic, nothing but a terrifying, calm emptiness that made my chest tighten. The air around her did not feel like the Omega I used to control. It felt heavy. It felt suffocating. An unmistakable Alpha aura rolled off her skin in waves, pressing down on my shoulders until my knees wanted to buckle.She is lying, Asher growled inside my head, his wolf consciousness pacing back and forth with sudden, frantic energy. The Om

Penelope POV"Where is the manager?!"Marcella stands up so fast her chair screeches against the tile. Her finger points straight at my nose."What kind of place is this? You just let trash walk in now?!"Every single person in the Moon Cafe stops chewing. Heads turn. Glasses clink against porcelain.I do not look away. I keep my eyes locked on hers."Miss Marcella, please," the manager says, rushing out from behind the counter. He is an older Beta. His hands are shaking. "I am terribly sorry.""Sorry does not cut it!" Marcella snaps. She steps out from behind her table, blocking the main walkway. She glares at the manager, then slashes her hand through the air toward my brother and me. "Kick them out right now! They are ruining my appetite just by standing there! We are your VIP guests!"The manager turns his head toward us. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he looks at Cooper.Cooper does not say a word. He just shifts his weight. The air in the room drops five degrees. His royal

Julian POV"You think you can just drive away from this?"I slam the steering wheel with the heel of my palm. The horn blares, a sharp, metallic screech that cuts through the heavy drone of the afternoon traffic outside Moon Cafe. The engine of my SUV idles with a low, violent rumble, vibrating straight through the soles of my boots. My knuckles are white against the leather wrap of the wheel."Julian, you need to get inside right now," Marcella gasps.She pulls the passenger door open before the tyres even stop rolling against the concrete kerb. Her hands shake as she grips the plastic handle. Her hair is a tangled, matted bird's nest. A thick, dark smear of expensive red wine runs down the front of her designer cream silk dress, staining the fabric a bruised, ugly purple. She smells like stale alcohol and sour sweat."Look at what she did to me," she spits, her voice cracking as she points a trembling finger back toward the glass double doors of the cafe. "Look at me! She did this on

Julian POV"Look at her, Julian!" Marcella shouts, her heels clicking rapidly against the loleum floor of the back corridor. "I told you she was trash! She is already latched onto the Rogue family! That Cooper guy is doing everything for her now!"I do not stop walking. The narrow hallway smells of stale grease and industrial bleach."She was probably cheating on you for months!" Marcella runs two steps ahead, trying to block my path to the security office. Her face is flushed pink under her heavy makeup. "I bet she used your pack allowance to support that pretty boy behind your back!""Shut your mouth." I do not yell. My voice drops an octave, thick with Alpha command.Marcella freezes. The air in the cramped corridor turns heavy. Asher, my wolf, claws at the inside of my chest. He is not howling for Penelope. He is snarling at the sheer, suffocating stupidity of the female standing in front of us. She is a liability. She is embarrassing the Blue-Claw Pack in front of humans and rival

Julian POV"Sit down, Ethan," I order, not looking up from my desk.The office door clicks shut, the sound heavy in the quiet room.Ethan does not sit. He stays standing near the threshold, his boots tapping once against the hardwood floor before he freezes.I keep my eyes glued to the grey laptop screen on my desk. The surveillance footage from the restaurant plays for the twentieth time.The loop is short. It shows Penelope standing by the table. It shows my mother leaning forward, her mouth moving in sharp, ugly lines, spitting words I can guess without audio. It shows my sister Marcella smirking.Then it shows Penelope.Her head tilts. Her posture shifts from a quiet, submissive crouch to something absolute and terrifying. Her eyes lock onto my mother, burning with a cold, dead light.And then there is me.I see myself enter the frame. I see my own jaw tighten. I see the exact moment I asked her to explain herself, instead of throwing my body between her and the vultures.Inside my