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Mikhail
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.
JuneCaleb believing me is one thing.But what surprises me even more is that Jake and Lucas do not question me either.Not once.They do not ask for proof.They do not laugh at the strange explanation I barely managed to give.They simply accept that if I say something feels wrong, then it might actually be wrong.It leaves me staring at them for a moment longer than I should.What kind of people are they?Most people would have brushed me off without a second thought. They would have asked questions until my uncertainty exposed how little I truly know.But none of them do that.Jake only nods once as if he already expects something unusual to happen.Lucas watches me with a thoughtful look, calm but alert.Caleb stands directly in front of me, his eyes fixed on mine.“Where should we go and check first?” he asks.His voice is calm, direct.Like he already believes there is something to find.Behind him, Jake and Lucas move toward the gate guards, quietly speaking with them while che
JuneAfter that kiss, after the things he said and the things he did not explain, there is no way I can just ignore it and move on like nothing happened.Because it is not nothing.The memory of it keeps returning to me in small flashes when I least expect it. The warmth of his mouth. The way his arms wrapped around me and pulled me against him like I belonged there. The strange pull that rose inside my chest the moment our lips touched.If it had truly been wrong, Caleb would have been dead by now for laying his hands on me.That is simply who I am.I have never tolerated anyone crossing my boundaries. Not once. My instincts are sharp, my temper sharper, and my animal reacts even faster than I do.Anyone else would have paid for that kind of boldness.But Caleb did not.And that alone should tell me something.Weirdly, his touch… that kiss… it never felt wrong.It did not feel forced.It did not feel like an attack.If anything, it felt like something else entirely.Like a connection
June“Motherfucker!”The curse slips through my teeth as a sharp pain shoots through my hand.My finger gets crushed between the metal plates while I am changing the weights on the bar. The plates slam together harder than I expect, trapping my finger between them for a second before I yank my hand back.Pain explodes through my hand.I clutch my finger against my chest immediately, bending forward slightly as the shock of it runs through me.Tears spring into my eyes from the intensity of it. Not the kind that make someone cry loudly. Just that involuntary reaction when pain hits so suddenly that your body cannot stop it.My teeth clamp together as I try to breathe through it.It hurts like hell.I slowly look down at my finger.Blood begins to gather along the skin, slipping down toward my knuckle.“All this because of that son of a bitch,” I mutter under my breath.Caleb.Even saying his name in my head irritates me.I do not understand why I cannot just push him out of my thoughts
June I expect Caleb to say something else. Maybe another question. Maybe tell me what he thinks he knows. Instead he just stands there. Watching me. There is something thoughtful in his expression now. The teasing edge that was there earlier has faded. His eyes move across my face again, slowly, like he is trying to read something written there that I have not said out loud. The quiet stretches between us. At first I try to ignore it, but the longer he keeps looking at me like that, the more aware I become of it. The hallway suddenly feels too silent. Even the distant sounds from the rest of the building seem far away. His gaze stays fixed on me. It is not hostile. Not accusing either. Just searching. The silence stretches long enough that I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. “What?” I finally ask. My voice echoes faintly in the empty hallway. He does not answer right away. Instead his expression shifts, just slightly. It is a small change. Most peopl
JuneThe idea of going to the cliff was to help me relax, but now I returned with this uneasy feeling inside me.The worst thing is that I cannot ignore it. I try. I really do. I tell myself it is nothing. But the feeling refuses to fade.My intuitions never lies.That thought repeats in my head as I walk down the corridor later that evening. The Academy is quieter now. Most trainees are either in the dining hall or already in their rooms. The hallway lights cast long strips of yellow across the floor.Maybe it is not something urgent.Maybe it is not as bad as it feels right now.But it is definitely bad.Something is wrong. Something that might be dangerous.I keep telling myself I could be mistaken. I try to force logic into the space where instinct sits. Yet deep down I know the truth.I am not wrong.I never am.Even when I blink, the image beneath the cliff flashes behind my closed eyes again. Dark trees stretch across the valley.It feels like a warning that refuses to leave.M
June I have never known what it is like to have a friend. The thought moves quietly through my mind as I stand outside my room, leaning against the wall while I wait. Maybe friendship feels like this strange level of comfort I felt with Misha the moment we met. Maybe it is the way the conversation with her never feels fake. Or maybe it is something even simpler. From the very beginning, I never sensed anything malicious from her. Not even a trace of negativity. No hidden judgment. Just warmth. It is a strange feeling when you are not used to it. Earlier I had planned to go to the cliff alone. I wanted the quiet. The wind. A place where I could think without the noise of the Academy pressing in on me. But plans change. Now Misha is coming with me. Because according to her, she likes being with me more than being anywhere else. The memory of her saying that makes something shift inside my chest. No one has ever said anything even remotely close to that to me. Not once. S







