All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Penelope POV"Pick up the blade, Governor, or admit you are nothing but a pretty voice in a silk suit," Khalani says.His voice rattles the cheap glasses on the bar. The VIP section of the Lunar Pub is tight, packed with forty overlapping shoulders and the sour, hot stink of Alpha battle pheromones. Every man in the room wants blood.I do not move. I keep my hands flat on the sticky oak of the table."The rules of the Claw Oath are simple," I say."I know the rules," Khalani snaps."Then you know you go first," I say.Khalani grunts, shoving his way closer to the table. His chest is heaving. He is desperate to claw back the pride he lost downstairs in the car park. He slams his left hand down onto the wood, splaying his thick, hairy fingers.He grabs the moonstone dagger from the center of the table. The silver blade catches the low neon light from the bar, throwing a cold glare across his face. His eyes are wide, bloodshot, and fixed on my throat."Watch closely," Khalani whispers.He

Penelope POV"You cannot look at her, Kael," the noblewoman beside him whispered, her fingers digging into his sleeve.I did not break my stride. The moonstone floor of the floating temple was ice under my heels. Every single step echoed against the crystal pillars."She is the Governor now," a minor Alpha from the northern border muttered to his mate. "Look at the mithril on that gown. That is royal forge-work. Santiago had it commissioned by the throne.""She killed Tallulah," the mate replied, her voice dropping to a harsh hiss. "The Blue-Claw Pack is done. If she takes the core tonight, Rogue Pack owns Westview for the next century."I kept my chin level. My arm was looped through Cooper's forearm. His muscle was a solid, unyielding ridge under his formal jacket. He did not look at the crowd. He looked straight ahead at the grand stage where Foster stood."Let them talk, Penelope," Cooper said, his voice a low rumble that barely carried past my ear. "They are terrified. Good.""The

Penelope POV"Your terms are acceptable, Governor, but the tech requires a third pillar."Foster did not look at my brother Cooper. His eyes stayed locked on my face. He leaned against the heavy oak railing of the second floor balcony, his black shirt stretched tight across his shoulders. The noise from the gala downstairs was just a dull hum up here."Rogue Pack does not share profit, Foster," I said. My fingers tightened around the stem of my champagne glass. "We bring the capital. We bring the territory. Apex Industries brings the design. There is no room for a third party.""There is if you want the relic to actually turn on," Foster said. He tilted his head, a small, sharp smile cutting across his face. "The psionic core requires a specific power source. My laboratories cannot replicate it."Cooper stepped forward, his boots heavy against the floorboards. "We control the western supply lines. Name the material. We will buy it.""You cannot buy what is not for sale on the open mark

Marcella POV“Julian actually marked that bitch!”My teeth click together so hard the bone aches.My hands curl into fists. Nails dig into my palms until the skin splits.Penelope stands under the bright lights of the Gala Hall. The faint, silver glow of my brother’s accidental mark shimmers on her throat. It is fresh. It is a temporary claim, but it burns right through my eyes and straight into my brain.How dare she.This cast-out, lowly woman. This peasant.She seduced him again. I know she did.Look at that fire in her eyes. That is not rage. That is the guilt of a thief who just got caught. She wants him back. She wants my brother to crawl back to her feet.Over my dead body.The jealousy inside me is a thick, black poison. It fills my throat.I hate her fake composure. I hate her smug silence. She always hovers around Julian like a cunning little vixen. She wants to crawl right back into his bed and his pack.What gives her the right? The bond was severed. She is a pathetic leech

Penelope POV“You are the one who is the least innocent of all.”My own voice rings out through the Moon Goddess Gala Hall. It sounds detached. It sounds like ice scraping over stone.Julian flinches as if I just shoved a silver blade between his ribs. The look on his face is pathetic. His jaw drops open. His lips part. He wants to speak. He wants to drag up some grand excuse to save his pride in front of the entire pack council.He says nothing.The silence stretches between us. I watch his eyes widen. I watch the color drain from his tanned cheeks until he looks like a corpse in an expensive suit. He takes a single, heavy step backward. His polished leather shoe grinds into the marble floor with a sharp squeak.I do not blink. I do not let him see a single flicker of anger. Anger is an emotion for people who still care. I am entirely empty.“Penelope, I…”Julian chokes on the words. His chest heaves under his heavy wool jacket. His throat clicks as he tries to swallow his own saliva.