All Chapters of Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

SophiaHappiness feels strange sometimes.For so long, I thought it wasn’t meant for me. That no matter how much I reached for it, it would always slip through my fingers, teasing me with something I could never hold on to.But now, standing here, wrapped in the warmth of love, I feel it. I own it. And for once, I don’t have to be afraid that it will disappear.I step out of the room, my heart still light from the moments I just shared with Mom. The soft rustle of my dress follows me as I move into the hallway. Before I can take another step, strong arms wrap around me."Happy birthday, Fifi." Lucas picks me up from the floor and twirls me once before setting me down.I let out a soft laugh, hugging him back just as tightly. "Thanks, Lucas."When he pulls away, he looks me over and lets out a low whistle. "Damn. Where is my sister? And who is this girl."I roll my eyes, but a grin tugs at my lips. "Shut up."Lucas chuckles, but something in his eyes is off. It’s subtle, the way his smi

SophiaClutching the roses tighter to my chest, I start walking towards the clearing.There is a lightness in my steps as I make my way to the clearing.Every memory tied to this place plays in my mind like a movie, scene after scene flickering across my heart. The first time I stepped into this pack, lost and uncertain. The first time I met Mikhail, the way his presence felt like a storm I wasn’t ready for. The first time he touched me, and my entire world tilted on its axis. The first time I felt betrayed, when I thought there was no hope for me, when I was sure I would always be a burden, always be unwanted.But then, the first time I felt loved. Truly, deeply loved. The first time I realized I had someone who would take care of me, who would hold me when I was breaking, who would see every shattered piece of me and decide to put me back together anyway. The first time I knew, without a doubt, that I was wanted.With each step, every moment I have shared with Mikhail rushes through

SophiaMikhail’s hand slips into mine, his grip warm and steady. He squeezes lightly, and that simple touch says everything. I am not alone in this. He is here, right beside me, and he is not going anywhere.I take a breath, letting the moment settle deep inside me. I am not afraid. I won’t let him down, and I won’t let this pack down either.That is what I have learned... to focus on what I can control and leave the rest to fate.Shifting my gaze from the pack, I glance at Mikhail. There’s something in his eyes that pulls me in, something deep and unshakable. Love. Pride. Maybe even reverence. I can’t name it exactly, but whatever it is, it has me locked in place, drawn to him in a way that feels like gravity itself.Without a second thought, I interlace our fingers and tug him closer. My free hand finds the side of his face, my palm meeting the rough scrape of his stubble. The contrast between the sharpness and the warmth of his skin sends a shiver down my spine. He tenses under my

Tonight is the kind of night that feels untouched by sorrow, where happiness shines in every face, unburdened and free.He stands at the edges of it all, not quite a part of it, but not apart from it either. Watching. Taking it in.Tonight, Sophia finally became the Luna.His eyes find her, and his lips curve into a soft smile as he watches her. She glows beneath the moonlight, laughter bubbling from her lips as she spins Rose in the air, their joy mirroring each other’s. She has come so far and endured so much, and now, finally, she has everything she has ever fought for. And yet, what frustrates him is how she still doubts herself.She doesn’t see it... the way people look at her, drawn in by something unnameable yet undeniable. There is a quiet strength in her, a fire that refuses to die, and an instinct to protect that rivals even the fiercest warriors. From the moment he met her, he felt it, too. There is this strange sense of ease that she carries with herself like you could unb

Anastasia's POVThere are two ways to live in this world. Our world. You either step up and be brave, choose to be the predator, or you cower, bow your head, and live as prey.I choose the first. Always have.Hunting is more than just instinct. It’s the rush in my veins, the fire in my chest when I move, when I chase, when I strike. My body doesn’t hesitate. It knows what to do before my mind even catches up. Every step, every breath, every heartbeat... it all leads to one thing.The kill.That’s not something you can fake. You can’t learn it, not from a book, not from someone else. It’s something that’s just... there. Deep inside. Like a second heartbeat, pulsing through me.And it’s real damn hard to fight against something that’s carved into your bones, something that’s built into every fiber of your being. Only if my father would understand.Don’t get me wrong, I love my father. Always have, always will. He’s done everything he could for me, tried to raise me with care, to protect