LOGINThank you so much for the love you guys have been showing this story. Today, this story has crossed 500 reads, which might be nothing for others, but for me, it is the first milestone in the Blind Alpha and his unwanted mate journey. A special thanks to Elizabeth Jimenez, Kelly Carter, and Lisa Scholl for their invaluable support in the form of comments and gems. Your contributions have truly made a difference and become a source of encouragement for me.
JuneCaleb leaves with Jake and Lucas early in the morning to find Tanya.Or more specifically, to find out where she disappeared to from what they call their pack.I wanted to go with him.The moment he told me they were leaving, I was already reaching for my jacket, already prepared to follow him out the door. Sitting around while someone who shot me walks free does not come naturally to me.But Caleb refused immediately.Not argued.Not suggested.Refused.Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored him and gone anyway. I usually do what I want, especially when someone tries telling me I cannot.But this time is different.I know it would make him worried. Angry too. And for some reason, the thought of being the reason behind that twisting tension in his eyes makes something inside me soften in a way I still do not fully understand.I do not want him feeling like that because of me.So for once, I stay.Even if I hate it.I stand near the window after they leave, watching Cale
JuneA burst of anger rolls off Caleb so suddenly that it almost feels physical.One second he is holding me, and the next he steps back like he is forcing distance between us before he loses control. His jaw clenches hard, his chest rising sharply as low growls spill from him louder than before.He looks furious.Not just angry.Livid.The air around him feels heavier somehow, charged with something raw and dangerous that makes every instinct in me sharpen.“I am going to kill her.”The words come out rough, almost snarled.For a second, I just stare at him.And then something strange happens.I feel it.Not just my own anger anymore, but his too.It crashes through me in waves, intense and protective and violent in a way that feels unfamiliar. It is like I am standing outside of it and inside it at the same time, witnessing his emotions while somehow feeling echoes of them inside myself.The rage I felt moments ago was sharp and personal.This is different.This anger burns hotter,
JuneNow alone in the room, I push the blanket off my legs and slowly stand from the bed.For a second, I wait.I know this feeling too well. The moment after transforming back. The sharp wave that usually tears through my body without warning, forcing me to curl into myself until it passes. Every bone aching, every muscle burning like I have been ripped apart and stitched back together wrong.I brace for it automatically as my feet touch the floor.But nothing happens.I straighten carefully, my hand hovering near my side as I take a cautious step forward.Still nothing.A faint ache lingers beneath the bandage, but it is nowhere near what I am used to. It is manageable. Ordinary, even.My brow furrows.Maybe it is because I have been lying down.That has to be it.I start walking slowly around the room, expecting the pain to strike once I move more. My eyes drift toward the door, then the window, my thoughts turning faster with every step I take.But nothing hits me.No sharp agony.
JuneI am propped up against a stack of pillows, still getting used to being back in my own body, when Caleb walks in with a bowl in his hands. The scent reaches me before he even gets close. Something warm. Simple. Comforting in a way I do not have a name for.He pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down without saying much. His focus is on the bowl, on making sure it is not too hot, on doing something as ordinary as bringing me food like it matters more than anything else right now.I watch him quietly.There is something different about this moment. No urgency. No danger. Just this quiet space where it is only the two of us.He lifts the spoon, dips it into the soup, and pauses. Then he brings it closer to his lips and blows on it gently, testing the heat before turning it toward me.“Careful,” he murmurs. “It’s still warm.”For a second, I do not move.I just look at him.At the way he holds the spoon like this is something he has decided to do, not something he feels forced i
JuneOne minute I am standing there, watching Hayden and his men, every muscle in my body tight and ready, and the next everything slips.It is not gradual. It is not something I can fight.It just… goes dark.Something inside me pulls back, like I am being gently but firmly pushed away from the front of my own mind. My thoughts scatter, my control loosens, and then I am no longer the one holding the reins.I am still here.Just differently.Earlier, I didn't understand what happened to me... but now, when I am aware of my wolf... I can feel what happens. I cannot see what is happening out there, not clearly, but I can feel it. I can feel her.My wolf.She rises without hesitation, without doubt, filling the place I left behind like she was always meant to. There is no confusion in her, no second guessing. Only purpose.And I know what that purpose is.Hayden.His men.The threat.A small part of me tries to reach forward, tries to hold onto something, to stay connected, but it slips
CalebIf Sophia were here… the thought comes uninvited, slipping into my mind and refusing to leave. I would have asked her to help June. I know what she can do. I have seen it. The way she takes pain, the way she pulls it out like it is nothing but a burden she can carry.I drag a hand over my face, exhaling slowly.It is selfish. I know it is. Wanting someone else to take June’s pain, to fix this when I cannot. But I do not know what else to do. Sitting here, watching her lie still while time keeps moving forward, is slowly eating away at me.The doctor checked her again not long ago. Same results. The wound is healing now. Slowly, but it is healing. Everything in her body is doing what it should.Except for one thing.She has not woken up.I sit there for a long moment, staring at her, trying to find any sign that something is changing. A twitch. A shift. Anything.There is nothing.The doctor did not look concerned. That is the part that frustrates me the most. He stood there, cal
Alexei steps outside into the small backyard, and a smile curves onto his lips the moment his eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. All the people he loves, all the people who matter, are gathered here. His family. The house that once felt like nothing but a lifeless box of walls and furnitu
AlexeiA few months later...The kitchen smells sweet, warm, and alive. Irene stands at the counter, hair tied up, apron dusted with flour as she carefully smooths icing across a cake. There’s a little crease between her brows, her focus sharp, but every now and then she hums under her breath, soft
Aurora The café door creaks open, the little brass bell above it chiming its cheerful betrayal... too loud, too bright, announcing me. I already have too many eyes on me and my every move... I hate this bell... because all I want is to slip in unnoticed.But I notice. Always. Every corner, every
Lucas POVIt’s been a week. Seven days of the same chair, same corner, same lukewarm coffee that cools too fast because I forget to drink it. Anyone else would call it boring. I should call it boring. But it isn’t. Not when she is here.She doesn’t look at me every time. Sometimes she does, sometim







