The Dragon King's Seduction

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.