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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.
Caleb Jake’s place smells like coffee and chicken pasta that Anastasia might have cooked earlier before leaving. I lean back against the couch with a beer in my hand while Jake sits across from me at the small kitchen counter, wiping it clean before cleaning his hands. “So,” he says, looking at me properly now. “How’s June doing with the wolf training?” I exhale slowly through my nose. Not great. Jake reads the answer on my face immediately. “That bad?” I shake my head and stare down at the bottle in my hand for a second before answering. “She’s trying hard. Really hard.” A faint frown pulls at my mouth. “That’s the problem.” Jake stays quiet while I continue. “I can see how much effort she’s putting into it, but every failed attempt keeps getting into her head.” I rub a hand across my jaw tiredly. “She thinks because everyone else here can call their wolf easily, there’s something wrong with her.” I clench my jaw, hating seeing how disappointed she looks. “Which is bulls
JuneSilence.Nothing but silence.I squeeze my eyes shut harder, frustration twisting tighter inside my chest while sweat slides down the back of my neck. My breathing comes heavier now, not from physical exhaustion but from pure irritation.“Come on,” I whisper internally. “Please.”Nothing answers me.Not even a flicker.The training field feels strangely too quiet despite the distant sounds of protectors sparring farther away. Dust clings to my skin from where I have been sitting cross-legged in the grass for nearly an hour trying to do the one thing Caleb keeps telling me should become easier with time.Calling my wolf.Except apparently my wolf enjoys humiliating me.Because ever since she started speaking inside my head nonstop, she suddenly disappears the moment I actually need her.I try again.I reach inward the way Caleb taught me. Toward the bond. Toward the warmth I know exists inside me. Toward the place where I felt her so strongly the night he marked me.Still nothing.
JuneThe mark on my neck still feels warm.Every time I touch it, heat spreads through me all over again, followed immediately by the bond wrapping around my chest like something protective and impossibly comforting. Even now, hours later, I can still feel Caleb through it. His emotions brush against mine in quiet waves. Possessiveness. Relief. Affection.Mine.My wolf practically purrs every time that thought crosses Caleb's mind.The problem is that I still have not marked him back.And the longer that fact hangs between us, the more anxious I become.Not because I do not want to.God, I want to.That is the problem.My fingers brush lightly over the mark on my neck again, while my stomach twists itself into knots.Caleb trusts me completely.He keeps acting like there is nothing to worry about, like I am incapable of hurting him, but he does not understand what my wolf is capable of when she loses control. I do. I have seen the damage she can do.And I cannot risk that with him.No
JuneHis hand slides slowly down my back, pulling me closer against him until I can feel the hard warmth of his body surrounding mine completely. The bond between us hums stronger with every passing second, almost like it is reacting to every touch, every breath, every emotion pouring between us.I feel it everywhere.In my chest.In my pulse.In the strange ache inside me that no longer feels painful.Caleb kisses me like he is trying to memorize me. Like every second matters to him. His lips move against mine slowly at first, then deeper when I lean into him without hesitation. My fingers curl against his shoulders as warmth spreads through me so intensely that it almost makes me dizzy.No one has ever touched me like this before.His forehead presses briefly against mine as he breathes heavily, his eyes dark and fixed on my face. I can feel his wolf pressing hard against the surface now. I feel him through the bond almost as clearly as I feel Caleb himself.Possessive.Protective.
JuneHis body goes completely still.Not just surprised.Still in a way that makes the air between us feel charged.At the same time, his hold around me tightens instinctively, pulling me closer against his chest. I can hear the sharp change in his breathing as I slightly turn my head to look at him.And the look in his eyes almost steals the breath from my lungs.They are darker than I have ever seen them before, his wolf sitting so close beneath the surface that the intensity of it wraps around me completely.“Do you know what it means when a wolf exposes its neck to another wolf?” he asks roughly.Each word sounds strained, like speaking itself takes effort right now.I stay quiet, watching him carefully.“It means submission,” he says.His fingers slide slowly along the side of my neck, tracing the skin there with a touch so light it sends a shudder rushing down my spine.“You are submitting to me.”My eyes flutter closed for a second.Not because I am afraid.Because my wolf like
JuneBy the time the guys return, the front door barely stays shut for more than a second before the entire house fills with movement and voices again.Aurora is already halfway across the living room the moment Lucas walks in. He catches her easily when she throws herself at him, one arm wrapping around her waist while she immediately starts talking over him before he even gets the chance to speak.“You took forever,” she complains.“You said that thirty minutes ago on the phone too,” Lucas replies, brushing his hand over her hair.“Because you were still taking forever.”Jake enters behind them, and Anastasia does not even pretend she was not waiting for him. The second he gets close enough, his hand slides around her waist, pulling her against his side while he presses a kiss against her temple like it is instinct.I watch them quietly from the kitchen counter.Then Caleb walks in.And immediately, I know they found nothing.His face gives it away before anyone says a word.There i
SophiaI want to be with Mikhail, but there's a knot of fear in my chest when I think about going back. A hesitancy that I can't quite name.I try to quiet my thoughts, but they keep spiraling.I should feel content, safe even, but the idea of returning to his pack stirs something inside me. It feels l
SophiaThe darkness that held me begins to recede, bit by bit, though I’m not ready to face the world just yet. I’m caught between two realms: the overwhelming truth and the warm embrace of the woman who was supposed to be a ghost in my life.How do I know who's holding me? Her scent surrounds me, com
Sophia Sometimes I struggle to put into words what Mikhail and I share. Once, our relationship had a name—a bond, a title that was supposed to define us. Yet back then, it felt hollow, as if it meant nothing. Now, though, when it’s everything, when it consumes my thoughts, I don’t even know what to
Sophia Mikhail’s body is warm against mine, his breath steady as he rests beside me on the cool grass. I can still feel the pulsing heat of the mark he left on my neck, the bond between us glowing like an ember that refuses to burn out. My fingers absentmindedly trace the edge of the mark, a shiver







