All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Penelope POV"Fifty million credits is a joke, Penelope, you need to sell that wolf fang right now."Eliora screamed through my phone speaker before my eyes even opened. The screen glowed against my bedroom wall."Lower your voice," I said.My voice was thick with sleep. I rolled over and sat up on the edge of the mattress. The floorboards felt freezing against my bare feet."I am not joking," Eliora hissed. "Check your Moonbook account this second. The post you made last night with the photo of the Ancestor's Fang has fifty thousand comments. Some proxy account just dropped a fifty million bid. You can walk away with twenty million after the platform fees."I dropped my feet flat onto the floor and stood up. I did not look at the screen."Fifty million is pocket change for what that item represents," I said.I walked over to the small chest of drawers by the window. My fingers touched the polished wood."Are you insane?" Eliora asked. "That is life-changing money for anyone in Westvie

Penelope POV"Go on then," I said, leaning back in my leather chair. "Call him."Melvin did not move. He just stared at me, his eyes burning with a cheap, desperate fury. He wanted me to blink. He wanted me to drop to my knees and beg him to slide his phone back into his expensive suit pocket.I merely tilted my head and gestured toward his screen with a slow, polite wave of my hand. "Do it, Melvin. I am waiting."Inside my head, Aria was practically howling with laughter. My wolf clawed at my consciousness, her mental voice a loud, mocking roar. He thinks he is doing something. He really thinks he is about to ruin us.It was almost pathetic. Melvin truly believed he held the ultimate weapon. He thought he could just dial up the King of Lykan and have me erased like a bad smudge on his pack records.Melvin let out a sharp, ugly breath through his nose. His knuckles turned white around his phone. My refusal to cower was driving him insane."You think you are untouchable," Melvin spat, h

Penelope POV"You are exactly thirty minutes late, Leif."I did not wait for him to speak. I spat the words directly into the receiver, slamming my coffee mug down onto the mahogany desk. The dark liquid sloshed over the rim, staining a stack of unresolved pack border reports."Is that any way to greet your favorite brother, Penelope?" Leif chuckled through the encrypted screen. His face filled the display, glowing with that same infuriating, effortless perfection. He shifted, adjusting the collar of a designer jacket that probably cost more than a mid-tier pack’s monthly budget. "I am hurt. Deeply hurt.""I have three brothers, Leif. You rank fourth on a good day.""Ouch." He flashed a blinding smirk, completely unbothered. "You have grown sharper since the divorce. I like it. It suits you. Gives you a little bit of that royal bite back."I leaned forward, locking my eyes onto his digital image. "Why are you calling me on a royal secure line? If the council tracks this—""The council

Julian POV"You are staying here," I say.My fingers grip the steering wheel of the black saloon car until my knuckles turn white. The engine idles with a low, heavy rumble in the dark driveway of Luna Estate. Ahead of us, the massive stone entrance of the western compound looms like a cage.Hazel flinches in the passenger seat. Her hands clutch her designer handbag against her chest. "What do you mean, Julian? This is the west wing. This is not Brown-Forge Estate.""You do not belong at Brown-Forge Estate," I say. My voice carries no heat. It is entirely dead. "Your things are already inside.""You are throwing me away," she whispers. Her voice cracks perfectly on the last word. A single, large tear rolls down her pale cheek. "After everything I suffered for you. After three years of agony."I do not look at her. If I look at her, I will see the same fragile, broken girl who arrived at Heliport an hour ago. The same girl I tore my own life apart to protect.Instead, I look past her wi

Penelope POV"Get out of my way before I tear your throat out, Leif."The raw, feral shout sliced through the heavy glass of my bedroom window. I sat straight up in bed. My breathing stopped.That voice.It was Julian.I threw the duvet off my legs. The silk fabric hissed against the mattress. Outside, the night air vibrated with a heavy, sickening heat. It was the suffocating weight of an Alpha aura, thick with jealousy and uncontrolled rage.Then came the second wave. Leif. My brother’s aura hit back like a wall of solid brick, cold and lethal.The two forces slammed into each other outside the front gates. The pressure was so intense it made the window panes rattle in their wooden frames.I stood up. My feet hit the cold floorboards. I did not look for slippers. I grabbed a dark silk robe from the end of the bed, shoved my arms into the sleeves, and tied the belt with one sharp jerk.My knuckles were white.I walked out of my bedroom. Every step down the grand staircase felt like st