All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

SophiaSeeing the love in Mom's and Dad's eyes, it feels like a part of me I didn't even realize was hollow is finally full.The grief I've held onto for so long is still there, but it's quieter, softened by the love that only parents can give to their children.The love I feel for my pup is something that is beyond this world... words might not be enough to explain this kind of love. And now I realize there is someone who feels the same for me... my own parents. This thought begins to heal the scars that years of abandonment and the feeling of being unloved caused. There are so many unanswered questions, but at this moment, they all seem unimportant. I am just basking in this happiness of finally living something that I couldn't even dream of.Mom's eyes are a little red, and I can tell she's been trying to keep her emotions in check. But the softness in her gaze, the way she looks at Rose, tells me everything she doesn't say out loud. I know she's been hurt too. She's missed so muc

MikhailSophia's head dips, her jaw tight. I reach over, running my thumb over her knuckles, trying to comfort her as her grip on my arm loosens.Her eyes lift to meet mine, and in that one look, I know her pain is just as raw as it was when she first found out she had been kept from her parents, forced to endure a life built on lies.Rubbing her eyes and face, Artemis lifts her face toward the sky as if she is still pleading for some miracle that heals her pain."I didn't get to hold her properly; my heart was craving to feel her heartbeat against me... but my pup was gone. She took away my baby from me. The person whom I trusted my daughter with me took her away from me. I was protecting that place with my life, there was no chance that I would have let anyone near that place. But she stole my pup from me." Her voice is nothing more than a whisper, but her pain echoes loudly in her words, "My mate didn't even get a chance to see his daughter's face... the same daughter for whom he wa

SophiaThe light filters softly through the curtains, warming the room and slowly nudging me awake. I stretch out a hand to the left, reaching for the familiar warmth that I expect to find there. My fingers touch only the coolness of an empty bed.Mikhail's side is cold. He's already gone.My eyes snap open, and I sit up, blinking away the sleep as I glance at the clock on my nightstand.9:30 a.m.I overslept, which isn’t like me. I try to remember the last time I slept this deeply, but it feels like a distant memory. Maybe that’s what peace does—real, settled peace, the kind that sinks into your bones.The bed feels too big and too empty without him here. I reach for the faint scent he’s left behind on his pillow—cedar and rain, the scent that usually lingers in the air long after he’s gone. I close my eyes, breathing it in, as memories of last night return, a series of touches and whispers in the dark. I brush my fingertips over the mark on my neck, where his teeth sank in last nig

MikhailCrossing my territory, I head toward the construction site where we are helping Jake in building houses for the packless.After gathering information from Sophia, we decided to make different sets of houses for everyone to fulfil their needs. The packless have both mated and unmated wolves, while there are some families, as well. So that they don't have issues settling into their new home, we are trying to keep everyone's requirements in mind while building their house.The sharp, earthy scent of fresh timber and the hum of construction fill the air as I approach the site. My wolves and some of the wolves of the packless are working tirelessly, hauling beams, mixing cement, and stacking bricks to complete the houses as soon as possible.I glance over to where Jake is directing a group, his voice carrying over the sound of hammers and saws. His attention to detail is remarkable, making sure everything is perfect down to the smallest measurement, keeping the comfort and safety o

MikhailDamn, if I wasn't in love with Sophia, I would be so pissed at almost losing that fight.But I can't bring myself to feel anything but pride.She’s good, and my wolf is pacing in my mind, practically bursting with pride and admiration for our mate.I can feel the thrum of his excitement blending with my own.Sophia is powerful, fierce, and everything that drives me wild.It just strengthened my belief that if there is anyone who could have been my better half, it is her.A part of me is relieved to know that she is capable of protecting herself. She is not vulnerable enough to allow anyone to overpower her.The Alpha blood running in her veins ensures that she never submits to anyone, not even me, her mate.However, the feeling of being seen is something that I have only felt with her, and that makes her even more amazing.As long as I can remember, I have been labeled with so many names... called horrible things... called cruel and ruthless. Some even associated bad luck with