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Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 117
LucasMy eyes keep moving, catching fragments. A shadow shifts where it should not. A space feels wrong before I fully see it.The cell door is open.Anastasia is gone.Ryan turns just as she reaches him. She moves through the narrow light with sharp speed, her boot slamming straight into his chest. The impact knocks the air out of him. He stumbles back, boots scraping hard against the floor, arms jerking as he fights for balance.“I never liked you, boy.” Her mouth curves as she wipes blood from her lip with the back of her hand. “So, I gonna do worst with you than what I did with your two dummy eye mother.”Her voice cuts clean and cruel. She wants him angry. I can see it in the way she watches his hands, his shoulders, the rise of his chest. She is pushing him, testing how close he is to snapping.Now that she stands outside the cell, the light shows everything. Bruises spread across her ribs, dark and deep. One shoulder sits wrong. Her shirt is torn and stained, clinging to her sk
Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 116
LucasWhat happens next barely exists as time. It is there and gone, like light cutting across my eyes so fast my brain lags behind it.James moves.The next second his hand turn into a claw.Arthur jerks, breath ripping out of him as James’s arm drives forward. I register the sound before I register the wound, a wet, awful noise that is impossible to forget.face not as fear but as disbelief. Like he never truly imagined this ending with a blade in his body.Aurora moves before I do.Her hand tears free from my grip, skin scraping skin, and she shoves Arthur hard to the side. I hear his boots slide across stone. The timing is cruel and perfect at the same time. James’s claws miss Arthur by inches and sink into Aurora instead.She gasps, a sharp sound that punches straight through my chest.Blood blooms fast against her side, dark and spreading, and for a split second my mind refuses to accept it. Aurora is supposed to be untouched... unhurt. She is the one constant my thoughts always
Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 115
LucasArthur is the missing block from the puzzle. I feel it in the way my mind fits pieces together when the picture finally makes sense. Not a big dramatic moment, not a flash of lightning, just that quiet click in the back of my skull where everything rearranges itself and suddenly I can see the shape of the whole thing.I watch him in the same way I watch everything else. His posture. The way he stands with the calm confidence of a man who believes he has already won. The way his eyes do not widen at all when he sees Anastasia.The person working with Anastasia to take down the rebels is no one else but Arthur himself.It was his name that Anastasia refused to give because there was a pact between them.I think about the day he came to pick Aurora up at our pack. The way he looked at Anastasia like she was just another person in the room. No surprise. No recognition. No hesitation. A man who does not react because he already knows.And now I understand why.Arthur is the head of t
Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 114
LucasMy eyes stay on Anastasia.Not her hands. Not the chain. Her eyes.People forget how loud eyes are. They think silence lives in mouths, but it doesn’t. It lives in what people do when they think no one is watching. Anastasia’s gaze flicks left. Then right. Then back again. Small movement. Almost lazy. Something you’d miss if you don't know what to look for.That pattern lands in my head and clicks into place like it’s always been there.A signal.She doesn't want Helena or Ryan to know that she is our family.My hand moves before Aurora’s voice does. I catch her fingers mid-motion and hold them. No squeeze. No warning. Just contact. Stop. Her breath stutters through the bond, sharp and bright, like touching cold metal by accident. Shock, yes. Confusion too. But she doesn’t pull away. She never does. She trusts that if I stop her, it’s because something matters more than words right now.I feel her mind shift. Questioning turns into listening. She’s smart like that.I don’t look
Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 113
LucasThe moment my feet hit the bottom step, my brain switches modes.Not panic. Not fear. Assessment.Places like this announce themselves, but they also lie. The trick is knowing which parts are real and which parts are trying to distract you. I take in the smell first because scent never lies. Old blood. Not fresh. Not recent. Dried long enough to turn sharp and sour, like metal left out in the rain. Rot layered on top of it, the kind that sinks into stone and never quite leaves. That tells me two things. This place has not been used in a long time. And when it was used, it was used thoroughly.Good to know.The hallway stretches ahead, narrow enough to funnel movement, wide enough to walk two abreast if you had to. Cells on both sides. Iron bars, thick, heavy, built to last. Some bent slightly inward, which tells me people pulled on them from the inside. A lot. That detail sticks. You do not bend iron unless desperation is involved.My mind pulls threads without me asking it to.
Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate Chapter 112
LucasWe sit around a small dining table in the kitchen, close enough that our knees almost touch when someone shifts. The room smells like herbs and heat and something familiar I cannot name, the kind of smell that settles into clothes and memory without asking permission. A large bowl of soup sits in the center, steam curling upward in lazy spirals. It looks simple. Everything here looks simple. That alone makes me uneasy.Ryan’s mother moves around the kitchen like she has lived in this exact rhythm forever. No hesitation. No searching hands. If you ignore the blankness in her eyes, the way her gaze never quite lands, you would never guess she cannot see. She reaches for bowls stacked neatly to her left, fingers brushing the rim of the top one like a quiet check. Five bowls. She does not count out loud. She does not pause.I watch her hands more than her face. The way she grips the ladle. The angle she tips it at. She pours soup into each bowl without spilling a drop, adjusting the
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