Book 1 Mikhail & Sophia Story (Completed) Book 2 Jake & Anastasia Story (Completed) Book 3 Alexei and Irene (On-Going) Sophia always dreamt of finding her true mate, someone who would finally see her. But fate twisted the knife when the Moon Goddess bound her to cruel Alpha Mikhail known as the Blind Alpha. Mikhail had no interest in a mate. He already had a perfect shewolf who has proved her worth to him. Yet, when Sophia stumbled into his life as his fated mate, he couldn't reject her. A curse chained him - his wolf craved a mate, and rejecting her now would drive him mad. His plan? Endure the mating bond until the Red Moon, where he could break it without losing his wolf. What will happen when Sophie will learn the truth of her mate? What will she do when she will realize that she was, is, and will always remain unwanted?
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I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend.
Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.
I haven't earned the title of Cruel Blind Alpha for nothing. Killing is my second nature. As the Alpha of the strongest pack in the northern territory, my pack and I are known for being ruthless and fierce.
My father might not have been a loving father, but he was a great mentor. He taught me never to let anyone consider my sightlessness as a weakness.
His methods were harsh, almost cruel, but they prepared me to face this world. He drilled into me the importance of strength and the necessity of being feared and respected.
My mother never liked the way he trained me, but she never said anything because she knew he was doing it for my benefit. She was the only softness in my life, the one who offered comfort after my father's brutal lessons. Her love was a quiet, constant presence, a warmth I rarely allowed myself to acknowledge. But she knew, as I did, that without my father's harsh training, no one would consider me worthy of being Alpha. Without it, I would always be seen as a weak and pathetic excuse for a leader.
My parents died in a rogue attack when I was barely an adult. But I didn't let their deaths go unavenged. I hunted down every last rogue involved and made sure none of them lived to tell the tale.
Clenching my jaws, I shake my head as my wolf howls inside me, being as restless as ever.
Raising my face towards the sky, my useless eyes notice slight brightness, indicating that the moon is shining brightly, and what I am feeling is the effect of the full moon.
I know my pack and my territory with the back of my hand. I don't need eyes to navigate through it.
Returning to the pack house, I directly made my way towards the Alpha quarter.
My eyes make out the blurred outline of the person standing at the door waiting for me as I have ordered.
"Layla." My voice comes out stoic as I acknowledge her.
"Alpha." She purrs in response as she comes and stands directly in front of me.
Extending my hand, I hold her neck and then drag it down towards the middle of her chest and then move my hand lower.
I nod my head in approval as she stands naked, ready to take care of my and my wolf's needs.
"My room, now!" I order and don't wait for her to follow as I make my way towards my room.
As soon as I hear her entering the door and closing the door behind, I push her front against the wall.
"Hands on the wall." I order while removing my clothes, "Don't move." Grabbing her hips harshly, I force her to stand still.
"Take whatever you want from me..." Turning her head slightly, she smiles at me. "Don't hold back. You know I can take it."
A growl ripples through me when I partially shift into my wolf while the room echoes with her painful screams.
AuroraI slip my favorite book into my bag, the one with the worn corners and the coffee stain that never quite faded. A few sticks of gum and Anastasia’s phone follow, before I slide the zipper closed. My sandals tap softly against the marble as I walk toward the door, my reflection flickering across the glass cabinets on the way out.For a few moments of the day, I can pretend to be free. In these stolen breaths of time, I can be myself, no pretenses, no perfection to maintain. But lately, even that is changing... changing in a good way, not in a burdening and suffocating way. Ever since Lucas came into my life, the thought of disappointing him has begun to crawl beneath my skin. I used to think I didn’t care what anyone thought. Now, his approval feels like the one thing that matters most in the world.The moment I step into the corridor, I hear it, the familiar rhythm of heavy footsteps trailing just behind mine. The guard. Always there. Always watching.I do not look back. I have
AuroraThe medicine makes everything feel slow, soft, and heavy. Like the world is moving through water. The ceiling light blurs into a halo as I blink, my eyelids too heavy to keep open for long. I remember doctor already waiting for me in the room when I was brought back, James must had called him. My arm stings under the dressing, but it’s dulled, distant.I should feel uneasy. Someone is here.I can sense it, the faint shuffle of movement, the sound of air shifting near the window. My instincts should flare, but they don’t. Instead, warmth seeps through the haze, an invisible cocoon wrapping around me. It’s strange, this calm. Strange, but not unfamiliar.Because I’ve felt this before, this safety that doesn’t need to be seen to be real.My mind drifts in and out of sleep, tangled between what’s real and what’s not. I think I hear a whisper, a breath close enough to stir the air beside my face. A touch... not real, maybe imagined, brushes against my hair like someone is brushing
AuroraExactly as the clock strikes eight, everyone is seated at the breakfast table. Punctuality here is not a virtue, it is a law. The faint chime of the grandfather clock echoes through the garden, signaling the beginning of another perfectly orchestrated performance.The table stretches long and gleaming beneath the sunlight, surrounded by manicured hedges and faces polished to perfection. Here, even the seating arrangement speaks of power. Nothing is random; every chair represents rank, lineage, and influence. The largest table, of course, belongs to the Blakes and a few others who are considered significant enough to share this privilege.Many people would kill to sit here, to be part of this carefully guarded circle.But I would give anything not to be.Unfortunately, my place is secured by blood. The one thing you can’t escape. The one thing that binds tighter than chains. I hold a position many envy, even within the family. Especially within the family.Dad sits at the head
AuroraI wake up earlier than usual, the faint light of dawn barely cutting through the curtains. My room is quiet, too quiet, but inside my mind, thoughts are already racing. Today isn’t just another morning. It’s one of those mornings. The kind where perfection isn’t just expected... it’s required.My feet touch the cold marble floor, and I take a slow breath before moving toward the vanity. Every movement feels deliberate, measured. Because here, one small mistake isn’t just noticed... it’s counted, recorded, remembered.This house doesn’t forgive flaws.Our rules are simple, and brutal. Breakfast is at eight. If you’re one minute late, you don’t eat. If you miss it without reason, you face silence, the kind that feels heavier than any punishment. It’s the same for lunch. The same for dinner.But the worst part isn’t the rules. It’s sitting with them three times a day. My family.I start getting read
AuroraEven though I could talk to him forever, we both begrudgingly hang up. The second the call ends, the silence feels too loud , like it’s mocking me. The room is the same, but it isn’t. The air still hums with him, the echo of his laugh, the way his voice dipped when he said my name.And just like that, I start missing him. Instantly.It’s ridiculous. I just heard him. I can still hear him. The memory of his tone hasn’t even faded yet, and still... it’s not enough. It’s never enough.I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone like it’s a forbidden relic. Because it is.That’s when the trance starts to break, the Lucas haze that somehow makes the rest of the world blur out. And when reality seeps back in, it brings the weight I’d pushed aside.There’s a problem.A huge one.The kind that doesn’t just vanish if I ignore it long enough. The kind that could ruin everything.The kind that looks exactly like the phone in my hand.This little, innocent-looking thing... black,
LucasThe phone feels heavier than it should, like it’s holding more than plastic and circuits. Like it’s holding a possibility, the possibility of hearing the voice that silences all the chaos in my head.I sit at the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, the weight of anticipation brewing in my chest like an unfamiliar ache. I’m not used to this feeling. I am Lucas. I don’t anticipate... I decide the outcome. But this… this is different. Because no matter how many outcomes I decide, this one depends on her.The first ring starts. A sharp inhale escapes me. The walls of my room feel too close, the silence too thick. The sound of the ring cuts through it, relentless, each chime hitting something raw and alive inside me.Come on.Second ring.I drag a hand through my hair, my grip tightening around the phone. Every muscle is tense, alert, strung tight like a bow ready to snap. I’m listening for something that isn’t even there yet... her voice.Third ring. She won’t answer. The thought
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