All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Penelope POV"Penelope!"Eliora stands near the edge of the hospital car park. Her voice cuts through the thick, stagnant air of the Blue-Claw territory. She waves both arms. Her smile is wide, splitting her face, but her eyes scan the perimeter with the sharp, twitching tension of a rival Alpha."Eliora," I say.The name feels heavy on my tongue. I step off the concrete kerb. My boots crunch against the loose gravel and bits of broken tarmac. The hospital walls loom behind me like a gray, suffocating tomb. For three years, those walls held my secrets. For three years, they held my shame.Eliora rushes forward. Her heavy leather boots stomp against the ground. She throws her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hard, rib-crushing hug. She smells of ozone, pine needles, and the sharp electric tang of the Blue-Storm Pack. It is the smell of freedom."Look at you," Eliora breathes. She pulls back, her hands clamping tightly onto my upper arms. Her fingers dig deep into my skin, che

Chloe POV“Get out of my way, you pathetic old witch.”Eliora glares at me from the bottom of the stairs. Her tiny fists are balled up tight at her sides.“Watch your mouth in my house, you little stray,” I snap back. My fingers tighten around my phone. “You and that useless piece of rubbish are lucky I do not lock you both in the cellar.”Behind Eliora, Penelope walks down the steps. Her face is completely blank. She carries a single, cheap canvas bag over her shoulder. She does not look at the grand crystal chandelier. She does not look at the expensive marble floors.I lift my chin and stare her down. “You really thought you could just walk out of the Brown-Forge Estate after breaking the bond with my son? You think you can just discard a future Pack leader?”“Julian is not my concern anymore, Chloe,” Penelope says. Her voice is level. It lacks the trembling fear an Omega should show to a superior.That calm tone makes my blood boil.“He is an exceptional Alpha,” I hiss, stepping di

Julian POV"Get the hell away from the car, Penelope!" I roar, my hand slamming against the cold iron bars of the Brown-Forge Estate gates.The metal vibrates against my palm.Penelope does not even blink. She ignores my voice entirely, stepping toward an unmarked black sedan parked on the damp tarmac.Beside her, a tall, broad-shouldered man steps forward to pull the rear door open. His movements are smooth, calculated, and heavy with a strange kind of protective concern.I know that face.My knuckles turn white against the iron gate."Julian," Asher grows uneasy in my mind, his wolf spirit clawing at the edges of my consciousness. "Look at his jacket. Look at the crest."It is Cooper. One of the direct Alpha heirs of the Roguepack."What is she doing with him?" I hiss aloud, the sound cutting through the quiet morning air."This Penelope is not the simple Omega we left in the dust," Asher warns, his voice low and defensive. "We got her wrong. We miscalculated.""Shut up!" I snap back

Penelope POV“The firewall is down, your Highness,” Leif said, leaning his shoulder against the heavy oak frame of the library window. He spun a silver communication device between his fingers, the metal catching the sharp morning light. “Blue-Claw Pack is bleeding data from every single server. Their public relations team is locked in their office, crying.”I did not look up from my porcelain cup. The herbal tea tasted like ash, but I swallowed it anyway. “What about the scouts Julian sent across the border?”“Intercepted at the treeline,” Leif said. He stopped spinning the device and let it drop into his palm with a dull click. “Our hackers jammed their trackers before they even cleared the tarmac. Not a single wolf made it ten yards past the perimeter.”I set the cup down on the saucer. The porcelain made no sound against the wood. My fingernails dug into the palm of my hand until the skin turned white.Serves them right, Aria spat inside my head, her voice a low, vibrating growl th

Julian POV"Get out of my way," Penelope said.Her voice did not shake. It did not carry the weight of our past three years of marriage. It was cold. It was the tone of a true Alpha commanding a stray dog on the street.The starlight silk of her gown brushed against my trousers as she stepped past me. The fabric felt like ice. Her scent hit me a second later, a suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated power that forced my knees to lock. Asher clawed at the inside of my ribs, his inner wolf letting out a high, pathetic whine. He wanted to bow. My own wolf wanted to submit to the woman who used to cook my breakfast in silence."Julian," Hazel whispered, her fingers digging into my forearm. "Look at her. She is mocking us."I did not look at Hazel. My eyes were glued to the back of Penelope's neck. Her spine was straight. Her shoulders were set. She looked down on Glory Hall like she owned every single brick of the foundation. The woman before me was not the broken mate I left behind in th