All Chapters of The Blind Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV"Nana," I call out, my voice echoing in the vast chamber. The old sage shuffles forward, her steps steady despite her age. "I need to speak with you."Nana's comforting presence eases the tension coiling in my chest. She knows me better than anyone, perhaps even better than I know myself."What troubles you, my king?" she asks, her voice a soft murmur."It's my wolf," I admit, the words heavy on my tongue. "Knight still eludes me, and I fear I may never regain my full strength."Nana nods sagely, her wrinkled face a mask of understanding. "Perhaps it is time we seek outside help. The witch healers of the witch town have knowledge beyond our own."I consider her words, weighing the risks against the potential benefits. In the end, I have little choice. My kingdom cannot afford a weak ruler, especially in these uncertain times."Arrange for them to come," I command, my tone brooking no argument. "But let it be done discreetly. I cannot afford any rumors spreading."Nan

AYRA'S POVThe air hung heavy in the training arena, thick with the scent of sweat and exertion. Ayra, clad in worn leather training gear, moved with a deadly grace, her movements a blur of controlled fury. Today, the anniversary of her sister's death, grief gnawed at her like a hungry beast. Every thrust of her practice sword, every swift dodge, was a silent prayer for vengeance.Across from her, Elara, a seasoned warrior with a reputation for ferocity, mirrored her movements. But for Elara, it was just another training session. For Ayra, it was a desperate attempt to channel the storm raging within.The wooden blades clashed, the dull thud echoing through the arena. Elara, surprised by Ayra's uncharacteristic aggression, stumbled back a step. Ayra pressed her advantage, unleashing a flurry of attacks, each strike fueled by a year's worth of simmering hatred.Elara, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tempo, struggled to defend herself. Ayra's blade sang through the air, a blur of

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVI summoned Ayra to my chambers, my expression unreadable as she entered. "Why did you disrespect Nana?" I demanded, my voice sharp with irritation.Ayra remained silent, her defiance fueling the flame of my anger. I despised insolence, especially when directed towards someone as loyal as Nana. But Ayra's silence only goaded me further."You dare not answer me?" I seethed, my patience thinning with each passing moment.Still, Ayra refused to speak, her eyes locked on mine with a stubbornness that grated on my nerves. She would learn that defiance was a luxury she couldn't afford.With a wave of my hand, I signaled for her punishment. Ayra's eyes widened in alarm as my guards approached, ready to carry out my orders."You have crossed a line, Ayra," I sneered, my voice dripping with disdain. "And you will pay the price."The punishment was severe, perhaps more so than she had anticipated. But I had no tolerance for disrespect, especially from those who sought to underm

ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVI sat on my throne, a commanding presence in the grand hall of the pack palace. My gaze was steely, my posture rigid as I watched the bustling activity below. I was the alpha king, feared by all, and I ruled with an iron fist.Suddenly, the doors to the hall swung open, and Nana, my trusted sage, entered, her expression grave. She approached me with determined strides, her eyes fixed on mine."Nana," I greeted, my voice low and authoritative. "What brings you to my throne room?"Nana bowed respectfully before speaking, her tone measured. "My king, I come to speak to you regarding Ayra."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What about her?"Nana took a deep breath before continuing. "She has learned her lesson, my king. The punishment you have inflicted upon her has been severe, and I believe she now understands the error of her ways."I regarded Nana with a calculating gaze, weighing her words carefully. "And what lesson would that be, Nana?""That she must show respect

VESTA'S POVThe night was alive with chaos as Ellie and I raced through the streets, the wail of sirens piercing the air. Smoke billowed from a building ahead, flames licking at the darkness like hungry beasts. Without a second thought, we leaped into action, our training kicking in as we rushed to aid those trapped within."Stay close, Ellie," I called out over the roar of the fire, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.Together, we navigated the inferno, our senses honed to the danger that lurked around every corner. With swift precision, we located the trapped occupants, guiding them to safety with practiced ease.As we led a group of survivors to safety, one of the women paused, her gaze lingering on me with a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "You look awfully familiar," she remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity.I forced a smile, masking the unease that churned within me. "I don't think so," I replied, my tone light despite the weight of her scru