All Chapters of The Blind Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VESTA'S POVDom was late. Again. Fifteen minutes late, which wouldn't normally bother me, except today all the good equipment was hogged. I scanned the weight room, disappointment prickling my skin. Every squat rack was occupied, barbells were scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers, and the only treadmill available was the one perpetually stuck at a slow jog."Ugh," I muttered, grabbing a stray yoga mat and heading for the corner. At least I could stretch while I waited. Just as I unrolled the mat, Kia, the resident know-it-all, sashayed in, her perfectly manicured nails glinting under the gym lights."Hey Lila," she drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Mind if I borrow those weights?"I raised an eyebrow, noting the empty squat rack behind her. "Actually, yeah. I was going to use them."Kia scoffed, a high-pitched sound that grated on my nerves. "Were? Honey, this gym isn't a reservation system. First come, first served.""Except I was here first," I pointed out,

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVCrystal chandeliers cast a shimmering glow over the opulent ballroom, a thousand facets reflecting the feverish activity below. Maids scurried about, arranging opulent floral displays and plumping crimson velvet cushions. Strings of fairy lights, woven through the climbing wisteria, promised a night of enchanted revelry. Yet, amidst the flurry of preparations, a single figure stood apart – Nana, the King's trusted advisor, her brow furrowed in worry.Lucius, the Alpha King, was nowhere to be seen. Blind since birth, he navigated the palace with an uncanny awareness, a symphony of memorized footfalls and the subtle shifts in air currents his constant companions. Yet, tonight, the familiar rhythm of his steps was absent.Nana, her silver hair pulled back into a tight bun, sighed. With a practiced grace, she navigated the maze of servants, her hand trailing along the cool marble walls. Reaching the palace gardens, she found him. Seated beneath the gnarled branches of an

AYRA'S POVStepping over the threshold, the coolness of the aged stone floor seeped into my paws. Nana, the head advisor, bustled ahead, a whirlwind of crimson silk and booming pronouncements. "Welcome, Princess Ayra, to your new home!" she declared, gesturing towards the vast expanse of the grand hall. Sunlight streamed through arched windows, casting an ethereal glow on the polished marble floor. I offered a curt nod, the silence around me pressing in like a tangible force. Gone were the cacophony of the ballroom, the whispers and curious stares. Here, an unnerving quiet reigned. Nana continued, her voice echoing through the cavernous space, "This is the heart of the palace. The King's quarters lie to the west, the Royal Court resides in the east wing, and your designated chambers are..." she trailed off, her sharp eyes locking onto a specific corridor. My stomach clenched. Could it be...? Following her gaze, I saw it – a heavy oak door adorned with intricate carvings. A sh

VESTA'S POVA groan escaped my lips as I shifted on the plush couch, the throbbing in my ankle a constant, unwelcome companion. Three days cooped up inside was enough to drive anyone insane, and apparently, I wasn't anyone. Boredom gnawed at me like a persistent rodent. I flipped through a magazine for the hundredth time, the articles blurring together in a meaningless collage.A knock on the door startled me. "Come in," I called out, tossing the magazine aside.The door creaked open and Diana, poked her head in. A wide grin stretched across her face as she held up a plate piled high with cookies. "Freshly baked chocolate chip," she announced, her voice dripping with delight. "Thought you could use a little pick-me-up.""Diana, you shouldn't have," I protested weakly, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The girl was a baking fiend, and her cookies were legendary.She sashayed in, her eyes twinkling. "Nonsense, Lila. A sprained ankle is no excuse to miss out on life's little

VESTA'S POVThe air crackled with unspoken words, thick enough to choke on. Dom stood before me, his jaw clenched tight, his stormy blue eyes a whirlwind of emotions. Silence stretched between us, taut and heavy, until he finally exploded."Lila," he growled, the use of my fake name sending shivers down my spine, "I can't keep doing this."My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drum solo in the sudden quiet. "Doing what, Dom?" I forced a lightness into my voice that felt brittle and unconvincing even to my own ears.He took a frustrated step closer, his frustration palpable. "Pretending. Pretending that I don't care about you, that your laugh doesn't make my heart skip a beat, that seeing you walk across the room doesn't steal my breath away."My breath hitched. Denial wouldn't work anymore. The truth, a tangled mess of emotions, clawed its way to the surface. Dom deserved honesty, even if it hurt him."Dom," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "it's not that simple.""Isn't it?"