Deprived of his father's love and cursed by a blind witch, Zebulun has had his fair share of hardship and spite in life. Despite being the only heir to his father's throne, he happened to be his father's worst nightmare and the pack’s laughingstock. For who would desire a son that can't see nor speak? Moreso a King! A total disgrace to the royal bloodline and to himself at that. He realized that he wanted to be different, a different kind of King, irrespective of his disability. Just then he met his betrothed’s slave, a girl whose eyes burn with fiery fire and has a skin like silk. Then like a moth attracted to a flame he was lured towards her, but he tried to quench his feral attraction towards her even though he could hardly keep his hands to himself. Slaved and bought by different masters until she got to the last cruel one, Lucinda has seen and heard enough to last a lifetime or two. Hearing the sweet tales of having a mate, she has always looked forward to meeting hers even though she does not have a wolf, never had and it never bothered her. What happens when she meets the blind and mute prince and realizes that he was her mate, what worse? He happened to be her cruel mistress’ betrothed? Will she fight for their bond or run away like she has been running from the origin of her nightmares or will Zebulun fight through the everlasting darkness he has been innocently plunged into and break the curse? Will they both be able to keep their bond a secret or give in to their fated needs? Read to find out…
View MoreZebulun’s POV Fifteen Years Old. My father had summoned me. I had overheard what the attendants were saying. That he wanted to get me teachers. Maybe I should be grateful that he did not want me to be a disabled person without skills. Or maybe I should dread the fact that I could be a laughing stock to the council and the pack. The attendant walked behind me as I made my way to meet him at the terrace. He was yet to get there. Another twist of his. He does it every time he ask for my presence. I decided to stand to await him. Footsteps sounded from behind me and I let out a deep breath as my father’s scent coated my senses alongside someone else’s. Who was it? It was definitely not his Beta whom he had sent away for over two years now. “Alpha Prince.” The unknown man greeted and I bowed a little. I waited for my father’s voice to speak and so he did. “This is your new teacher who would be teaching you lots of things.” He declared and my brows creased. Lots of things.
"Alpha, what are you talking about?" The Alpha King said, dropping the brush in his hands. Even though Alpha was the name of the man who had the guts to walk into the throne room, the Alpha King could not help but feel intimidated by his younger brother, the one that was standing before him with a staff in his hands. Alpha trudged towards the throne, his eyes slightly darting towards Zebulun who was now antsy as he felt the tension that ooze out in the great amount as the two brothers glared at each other. "Elder brother." He greeted, his eyes not leaving his brother's. The Alpha King gripped the edge of his throne with a raised brow. "What are you doing here, younger brother? I thought the affairs of the palace does not concern you. What? Interested now?" He asked his brother. Alpha smiled, liking the way his brother was agitated. "I promised to leave the throne to you. Not to interfere in the ordering." He clarified. Zebulun listened to what was going on. They were deciding
ZEBULUN- Twenty Years Old He stood by the window, the fresh morning breeze blowing his long hair over his face. Raising a hand up to tuck them behind his ear, he heard footsteps approaching and his eyes darted in their balls. “Alpha Prince.” The voice of his assistant guard sounded near as the guard gave a slight bow and Zebulun turned around to face him. Dressed in a royal attire with a white soft cloth strapped on his eyes and a golden staff in his hands, Zebulun grew up to be a blinding beauty among the men but his disability stood as an hindrance to be recognized as one. “Your father requests for your presence in this throne hall.” The guard said again and this got Zebulun’s attention. His father rarely have him in the throne room because he considered him an unnecessary addition to the officials. “Why?” The attendant asked as he must have read Zebulun’s confused appearance. The guard looked between the attendant and Zebulun and said, “I don’t know.” A silent sigh h
•Zebulun's POV• Thirteen years old. It was dark. So dark that I could barely see. No, not that I could see, I could not see even if there was light. I was bathed in the deep darkness that could only be found with the absence of light. The light that I have never seen and will perhaps not see till the day I die. I scrambled up to sit and leaned against the wall of the deep dungeon of my father’s or rather the Alpha King’s pack. A puff of air was only that escape from my parted lips as a hint of trying to groan. I have been here for days or rather months. I don't know. I was kept hidden because I was not worthy of being close with my father. Does it hurt? No, it doesn’t. After my mother who did all her best to protect me died, or rather burned in the fire that was said to be litted by me, my father’s aversion for me heightened and he took his anger out on me for killing his mate and Queen. Every day. When he felt like. What could I say? A dumb person like me.
•Zebulun's POV• Thirteen years old. It was dark. So dark that I could barely see. No, not that I could see, I could not see even if there was light. I was bathed in the deep darkness that could only be found with the absence of light. The light that I have never seen and will perhaps not see till the day I die. I scrambled up to sit and leaned against the wall of the deep dungeon of my father’s or rather the Alpha King’s pack. A puff of air was only that escape from my parted lips as a hint of trying to groan. I have been here for days or rather months. I don't know. I was kept hidden because I was not worthy of being close with my father. Does it hurt? No, it doesn’t. After my mother who did all her best to protect me died, or rather burned in the fire that was said to be litted by me, my father’s aversion for me heightened and he took his anger out on me for killing his mate and Queen. Every day. When he felt like. What could I say? A dumb person like me.
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