All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Penelope POV"Get the car keys now, Axton."I do not look up from my desk. My fingers press hard into the dark mahogany wood. The surface is cold."The saloon is packed tonight, Your Excellency," Axton says. His voice drops an octave. He takes a single step back toward the office door. "Tallulah is already inside. She has five of the minor Pack matriarchs with her.""I did not ask for a headcount." I stand up slowly. My chair skrapes against the floorboards. The sound is sharp. It cuts right through the quiet room. "I asked for the keys."Axton bows his head. His neck turns a dull shade of red. "The black saloon car is out the front, Governor. The engine is already running.""Good."I walk past him. I do not wait for him to open the door for me. I grab my tailored jacket from the hook on the wall. The fabric is heavy. It smells of cedar and expensive leather.Leif has only been in the Governor Estate for twelve hours, but his presence is everywhere. I can feel it in the air.As I step

Penelope POV"Your Excellency... have mercy... I was wrong..."Tallulah whispers the words through a throat full of fluid. She lies on the ruined Persian rug in the center of the Silvermoon Salon.I do not move. I do not blink.The velvet drapes around the room are torn. Glass from smashed wine bottles litters the floor. The air smells of spilled champagne, sweat, and copper.Lady Judson stands over Tallulah. Her breathing is loud, heavy, and wet. Her knuckles are split and dripping red onto her own ruined silk cuffs.Tallulah looks up at me. One of her eyelids is swollen shut, purple and shiny. The other eye rolls in its socket, trying to find my face. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with spilled Merlot.I count three steps forward. The heels of my boots click against the hardwood floor where the rug has slid away.The sound makes every woman in the corners of the room flinch. Ten high-ranking she-wolves are pressed against the mahogany wood panels. They look like trapped animal

Penelope POV"Get out of my seat, Leif."My voice cuts through the quiet of the office like a blade. I do not look up from the tablet in my hands."Just checking the cushions, boss," Leif says.He slides out of my leather executive chair with a grin that makes my jaw tighten. He does not take me seriously. None of them do, not until the blood starts drying on the floor."The paperwork for Westview is done," Leif says, dropping a thick manila folder onto the mahogany desk. It hits the wood with a heavy thud. "Every single asset belonging to Elder Judson is now registered under your name. The Rogue Pack owns him. You own the Rogue Pack.""And Judson?" I ask."He

 Penelope POV "Drop the daggers, country bumpkin, before you get your cheap grease all over the glass." Marcella spits the words from across the exhibition space. Her fingers dig deep into Hazel's arm. Hazel stands there like a broken doll. She wears that same frail, pitiful smile from Heliport. It is the exact look that makes weak men want to die for her. But her pale skin looks tight tonight. Her blue veins twitch against her jaw. I do not drop the weapons. 

Penelope POV"You actually paid the full bill?" I asked, my voice cutting through the thick air of the private dining room.Julian did not look up from his hands.His knuckles were stark white against the dark mahogany table."Every single coin," Leif interjected from my left, his laugh low and sharp. "The great heir of the Blue-Claw Pack had to empty his reserves just to clear his name. Marcella and Hazel practically crawled out of the auction house on their hands and knees.""They fled like stray dogs," Eliora whispered, leaning closer to me. "The entire city is laughing at them."I watched Julian carefully.His shoulders were stiff under his tai