All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Penelope POV"Drink it, Princess, or your little friend here becomes community property for the night."The eyepatch-wearing Beta shoves a pint glass across the sticky timber bar.The dark beer inside sloshes against the rim.It smells like cheap copper, burnt sugar, and the chemical sting of a wolf-suppressant drug.I do not blink.I do not look down at the glass.My boots are locked onto the sticky floorboards of the Moon Bar.To my left, Eliora stumbles. Her fingers clutch at the air as two low-tier Rogues pinch her elbows, anchoring her in place. Her head hangs low, her pale cheeks flushed a deep, unnatural scarlet from the Wolf Blood liquor."Get your filthy hands off her," I say.My voice is flat.It does not shake.The eyepatch Beta barks out a wet laugh, his breath reeking of sour onions and stale tobacco. He steps closer, closing the distance until the heat from his chest radiates through my thin top. He is a massive wolf, his muscles knotted like old tree roots under a staine

Penelope POV“Penelope, those people just now, and that guy you shattered,” Eliora says, her voice shaking violently as she grips the passenger door handle. “He was bleeding from his ears.”“It was a setup, Eliora,” I say, slamming the gear stick forward and tearing out of the Moon Bar car park. “Marcella’s move. She wants me dragged through the mud before the Westview meeting.”Eliora stares out of the window as the streetlights flash across her pale face. “Those bastards. That is the lowest trick I have ever seen in my life.”I let out a short, cold laugh, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel as the tyres screech onto the main tarmac. “Let them dance. The higher they jump, the harder they hit the ground when I trip them.”Inside my head, Aria growls, a low, vibrating rumble against my ribs. The one-eyed cur was pathetic. They are all pathetic.I do not answer her. I keep my eyes locked on the dark road ahead, pushing the car faster until we hit the secure boundary lines of Rog

Penelope POV"The crowd is getting quite worked up out there, Governor," Tallulah says.She leans against the glass table.Her fingers tap a rhythm against the polished wood."Perhaps it would be wise to go out and offer an apology?" she asks.She tilts her head.A tiny smile twitches at the corner of her lips."For the sake of Rogue Pack’s reputation, of course," she adds.I do not blink.I turn my head slowly until my eyes lock onto hers."Apologise?" I say.The word is a flat line of ice.Tallulah freezes.The smug look vanishes from her face so fast her jaw drops a fraction of an inch.She shifts her weight to her back foot.She shuts her mouth and looks down at the floorboards.Inside my chest, Aria clawing at my ribs.Let me tear apart those sniveling protestors, my wolf roars.Her voice scratches against the back of my throat, demanding blood.Apologise to that filth? That is an insult to our royal bloodline.I ignore the anger burning in my veins.I turn my back on Tallulah.My

Penelope POV“Governor, this is a new proposal I have come across.”Tallulah places the thick folder directly onto the centre of my mahogany desk. She pushes it forward with two fingers. Her fingernails are painted a sharp, glossy red.“It is from Crypt-Optics Pack,” Tallulah says. She keeps her voice smooth and sweet. Too sweet. “They claim to have discovered a high-purity moonstone vein. They would like to collaborate with Rogue Pack to develop it. I thought it was worth bringing to your attention.”I do not look at the file yet. I look at her eyes.The scandal surrounding Khalani simmered down after a few days. What began as a minor information war ended as a successful counterattack. It humiliated my enemies. It sent a very clear message inside the walls of Westview.The ambitious wolves who once eyed me with doubt now greet me with careful smiles. They lower their gazes when I walk past. Their schemes are on hold. Their whispers are silenced.But Tallulah still thinks she is cleve

Penelope POV“Drink it,” Zaria says, shoving a lukewarm glass of lager against my knuckles.I don't look at her. I keep my eyes on Kael as I tilt my head back and swallow the bitter liquid in three sharp gulps. The glass hits the sticky wood of the booth table with a dull thud.“When did you crawl out of the woods?” I ask.Kael leans against the vinyl backrest, his jaw shifting as he tries to hold back a smirk. “Missed me that much, Penelope?”“Not even a little bit.”“He made me swear to keep my mouth shut,” Zaria says, her shoulder bumping mine as she slides into the seat next to me. “Kept saying he wanted to see the look on your face when you finished the set.”I roll my eyes, pulling my legs up onto the bench. “He looks exactly the same. Just wider.”He has changed, though. The scrawny kid who used to cry on the border stones of the Northfrost Pack territory is gone. His shoulders are broader under his dark denim jacket, his posture stiff from whatever brutal Alpha regime they put