All Chapters of Divorcing the Blind Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Penelope POV"Get your hands off the silk, you clumsy idiot."The backstage coordinator froze. Her fingers hovered inches from Eliora’s ceremonial cloak. The fabric shimmered with silver threads and pale violet silk under the harsh studio lights."I was only adjusting the hem, Penelope," the girl whispered. Her face flushed red."You are creasing the phantom runes," I said. I stepped between them, knocking the girl’s shoulder with my own. "Go find some safety pins and be useful elsewhere."The coordinator scrambled away, her trainers squeaking loudly against the concrete floor.Eliora turned around to face me. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts. The silver cloak shook against her fr

Marcella POV"Shut your mouth before I sew it shut, Hazel."I do not look at her. I keep my eyes locked on the black leather of the front seat. My fingers claw into my own palms until the skin splits."I only meant..." Hazel shifts on the bench seat next to me. Her voice drops into that pathetic, airy whisper. "Penelope is a founding partner now. The whole continent saw the broadcast. People are talking, Marcella. They are saying the Blue-Claw Pack is done.""They say what I tell them to say." I turn my head slowly.Hazel flinches. Good. But I can see the tiny twitch at the corner of her mouth. She is loving this. She wants to watch me drown in the grease of this public execution."She is just a rog

Melvin POV"Bring me the Ancestor's Fang by midnight, Penelope, or I will burn every single thing you love to ashes."I slam my fist onto the mahogany desk. The polished wood splits down the centre."Is that a threat, Alpha Melvin? Because it sounds a bit desperate."Penelope's voice leaks out of the encrypted communicator speaker. She sounds bored. She sounds like she is chewing gum."It is a promise," I growl."Right. Well, I am currently trying to buy a limited edition bracelet online, so you are really throwing off my timing.""Three days, Penelope. Three whole days I have let my media storm tear your name to shreds across the Pack network. You are a rogue

Julian POV“What did you say?!” Father Melvin roared through the comms.The sound tore through my skull.“Santiago went to Westview himself?!”I kept silent.My boots scraped against the cold stone floor of the Blue-Claw Pack headquarters.I leaned my weight against the heavy oak desk just to stay upright.The world tilted under my feet.It was over.Everything we built was over.The reporters Father sent to humiliate Penelope did not break her.They did not force her to crawl back to us.Instead, they delivered a massive slap across our faces in front of the Lycan King himself.This was not a simple family dispute anymore.This was an act of total war against the Rogue Pack royal family.It was direct.It was unprovoked.It was completely unforgivable.&ldquo

Melvin POV"You think you can just stand there and ignore me, Santiago?" I slam my fist onto the top of the cocktail table.The crystal flutes rattle against the glass surface. The champagne inside them sloshes over the rims, spilling onto the polished marble floor.Santiago does not even turn his head. He stands ten yards away in the center of the Eternal Palace, surrounded by the Alphas of the southern packs. He wears the heavy, gold-trimmed robes of the Lycan King. His broad back remains a solid, unmoving wall of muscle. He completely blocks me out from the circle of power."Melvin, lower your voice," Chloe whispers, her hand snapping sideways to grip my forearm. Her manicured nails dig straight through the fabric of my suit jacket, biting into my skin. "Everyone is looking. The cameras from