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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.
JuneI run faster than I ever have, my lungs burning, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it is trying to break free. The world blurs past me, nothing but instinct and urgency guiding my steps. I reach them in seconds, dropping to my knees as I scoop Astrid and Kane into my arms, pulling them tight against me. Their small bodies press into my chest, warm and trusting, and for a fraction of a second, everything else disappears.Then it doesn’t.In the space of a blink, the entire back compound fills with bodies. Masked men. Too many to count at first, but my eyes sharpen, my mind catching up. Fifteen. Maybe more. They move with precision, surrounding us in a tightening circle.And I know.They are not wolves.There is something off about them, something cold and calculated that doesn’t belong to my kind. Humans.My grip tightens instinctively. I press Astrid and Kane closer, angling their faces into me so they cannot see what stands around us. My chin dips, shielding them further.
JuneToday is the final test, and everything around the Academy feels like a fucking the hunger games.Everywhere I look, people seem different. Faces that usually carry boredom or mild annoyance now look sharp, focused, tense in a way that makes it seem like something much bigger is at stake. Some of them are pacing, running through movements in their heads. Others stand still but their eyes keep shifting, like they are already inside the test, thinking ten steps ahead.No one is on the field yet. No contestants. No instructors setting things up in a rush.Just… anticipation.And honestly, I don’t get the hype.It is not like you are going to die if you lose. No one is walking into something final. You either pass or you don’t. That is it.Simple.Clear.But looking at them, you would think this decides everything.But the way people are acting, you would think their entire lives depend on this one day.I walk along the edge of the training grounds, my hands tucked loosely into the p
JuneThere is so much to take in.So much that should probably feel overwhelming, confusing, maybe even frightening. New words, new meanings, things about myself I did not know existed until now. But none of it unsettles me the way it probably should.This is how I have always lived.One moment at a time.Taking what comes, adjusting, moving forward without trying to control every outcome. Life has never given me the luxury of certainty, so I learned early how to exist without it. And somehow, all of that makes this easier.I do not fight it.I do not question it into pieces.I accept it.Caleb does not let go of my hand as we walk back toward the Academy. His fingers stay wrapped around mine, firm, like my touch is something he needs. Not in a weak way. Not in a way that asks for reassurance.More like something instinctive.Something that just is.I let him.The path is quieter now, the sounds of the forest fading behind us as the lights of the Academy come into view. I glance ahead
JuneI lift my head slightly from his chest, my hands still resting against him, still holding onto him without thinking about it. The word is still echoing in my mind, soft but persistent, like it is asking to be understood.I look at him.“What is mate?” I ask.The question feels simple when I say it, but I know it is not. Not with the way he says it. Not with the way it makes something inside me respond without permission.He looks at me for a second, his gaze still a little rough around the edges, still carrying that wildness that has not completely settled yet. But there is something else there too now. Something softer. Something that is only for me.“You,” he says.His voice is quieter this time, not as coarse, but still carrying that raw edge.“You is mate.”I blink at him.Because that does not make sense.And somehow… it does.I don’t understand how he manages to say things in the simplest way possible, and still make them feel like they carry more meaning than a long explan
June The word mate lands in my ears, and for a split second, everything else fades.I don’t react.Not on the outside.My face stays exactly the same, calm and unreadable, the way I have trained it to be for years. No widened eyes. No sharp inhale. No flicker of confusion. Nothing that gives away the way that single word echoes in my head.Mate.My eyes stay on Caleb.His entire body is rigid, muscles locked tight, anger rolling off him in waves so intense that it almost feels like something you can see. His chest rises and falls hard, each breath carrying a low, dangerous sound. His grip around Kylie’s neck is firm, lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing. Her hands claw weakly at his wrist, her face turning red, then pale.I should feel something else.Shock. Anger. Questions.What didn’t he tell me?What else is he hiding?But none of that comes.Because the moment that word leaves his mouth, something inside me settles.Like it fits.Like it has always been there, waiti
June Everyone is enjoying the dinner. The hall is filled with voices, laughter, movement. Plates clink softly, chairs scrape, conversations overlap in a way that makes the whole place feel full in a way I am not used to. It is warm. Lively. And yet, there is no sign of Caleb. My eyes keep drifting toward the entrance without me realizing it, like I expect him to walk in at any second. Each time, it is someone else. Aurora stays with me for a while, talking easily, filling the silence without making it feel forced. Then she gets pulled into another group, offering me a quick smile before she leaves. I am alone again. Misha is not far, but she is busy, laughing with some guy from the senior group of trainees, her face bright in a way that tells me she is finally relaxing. Kylie is nowhere to be seen. I do not know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but I decide not to waste my thoughts on it. Suddenly, a plate of snacks appears in front of me, sliding onto the table. I l
Lucas The first thing I notice is the warmth. Soft, golden, lazy warmth seeping through the curtains, brushing against my skin, coaxing me out of sleep. For a second, I let it hold me there, suspended in that quiet space between dreaming and waking, because it feels foreign. Unreal. I don’t slee
AuroraThis cannot be my imagination or some random coincidence. My instincts are never wrong, and right now they are screaming that something unusual is happening.But how could Lucas possibly hear me?I bite my lower lip, pretending to stare blankly ahead while my eyes stay fixed on him through th
AuroraMy fingers clutch the fabric of Lucas’s shirt so tightly that my knuckles ache. The soft cotton is warm beneath my grip, stretched taut across his back as his muscles coil like steel beneath it. He is completely calm and in control, while fear burns in my throat, thick and suffocating. It pa
AuroraThe farther we drive, the more I feel myself relaxing, like every mile between us and the town, my dad, my house, is peeling something heavy off my shoulders.I don’t know where Lucas is taking me. I should probably care. I should ask, at least once, but I don’t. I just don’t. The air feels







