Book 1 Mikhail & Sophia Story (Completed) Book 2 Jake & Anastasia Story (On-Going) Sophia always dreamt of finding her true mate, someone who would finally see her. But fate twisted the knife when the Moon Goddess bound her to cruel Alpha Mikhail known as the Blind Alpha. Mikhail had no interest in a mate. He already had a perfect shewolf who has proved her worth to him. Yet, when Sophia stumbled into his life as his fated mate, he couldn't reject her. A curse chained him - his wolf craved a mate, and rejecting her now would drive him mad. His plan? Endure the mating bond until the Red Moon, where he could break it without losing his wolf. What will happen when Sophie will learn the truth of her mate? What will she do when she will realize that she was, is, and will always remain unwanted?
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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.
AlexeiIt’s been more than a week since the Full Moon ball, but I still can’t shake it.That night plays in my head more often than I like to admit. Often, I find myself thinking about her.Irene.The second she walked into that ballroom, I noticed her. There was something about her presence that felt... still. Like she carried calm with her, even in a room packed with wolves buzzing with tension and ego. It felt like breathing in fresh air after being stuck too long in a crowded room. That kind of ease. That kind of pull.But that’s not the part that sticks with me most.What keeps coming back is her silence. Her pain. The way her eyes looked when she stood in front of that grave, like they were trying to hold pieces of her that kept slipping through the cracks. Her fingers digging into the dirt like if she held on tight enough, he might come back. Like love could undo death.She never even got a chance to feel that mate bond the way most do... no excitement, no happiness, no sense o
AlexeiOther people might think I’m reacting like this because of a mate bond. And honestly, if I were watching this from the outside, I’d probably think the same. Chasing after a girl whose name I don’t even know? Yeah, it looks like that. But deep down, I know it’s not that.Still… it’s not nothing either.I don’t know what this is. A pull? A connection? Some thread tugging at me that I can’t see but sure as hell can feel? My wolf wouldn’t react like this for just anyone. He’s wild, yes, but never without reason. This isn’t some impulsive thing. This feels more like... instinct. Like we’re supposed to be there.If I had to put it into words, and words don’t usually do this kind of feeling justice, it’s this feeling... I feel like I need to be there. Not want. Not hope. Need. Like something about her silence, that haunted look in her eyes, has latched onto a part of me I didn’t know was even open.Lifting my head, I catch the sound of paws beside mine. I glance over.It’s Mikhail.He
AlexeiThe wind slaps against my face as I cut through the trees, my paws tearing up the dirt. Branches whip past, the cold air stings, but I barely notice. My muscles are burning in the way I like. It’s the kind of pain that usually drowns everything else out.Usually.But not tonight.I run faster. Harder. Like I can outrun the weight sitting on my chest. Like I can leave it behind if I just push a little more.But it stays.Right there.Heavy and dull.The moon’s glowing above, full and bright, drenching the forest in that pale silver light. This should feel like freedom. It always does. Just me, my wolf, the trees, the wind, nothing else.But tonight, something's different. Off.And then her name just... slips in.Stella.That name still has the power to claw my heart out of my chest.Before I know it, my wolf veers off the trail. Not where the rest of the pack is headed. Not into the heart of the forest. He’s pulling us somewhere else.The forest slightly thins out, and it takes
Alexei The ballroom gets too loud all of a sudden. Or maybe it’s not the sound. Maybe it’s the way my wolf keeps pacing inside me, claws out, teeth bared, like he’s seconds away from snapping. I don’t wait. I slip past the other guests, through one of the open side doors and into the cool night. The air hits me like a splash of cold water. I drag in a breath and let it fill my lungs, slow and deep. Better. But not enough. I move a little further, past the edge of the courtyard, into the shadows where I don’t feel eyes on me. Where I don’t have to pretend like I’m fine. Because I’m not. My wolf is restless. Not just jittery, not just excited from the moon. It’s deeper than that. Rawer. Like something’s missing and he can’t bear it anymore. Like if I don’t shift and run, he’ll tear his way out just to breathe. I press my palm to my chest. He wants his mate. He wants Stella. And the worst part? So do I. I press my eyes shut. It’s stupid. It’s been a while. I should’ve learned
AlexeiAs if she feels my gaze, she suddenly looks up... right at me.It’s not slow or shy. It’s instant. Like she knew exactly where to look.Our eyes meet for just a breath, maybe two. She blinks, once. Then I see it, her eyes narrow a little. Not angry. Not confused either. More like… she’s trying to figure who I am.Klaus is saying something to her, standing close, clearly talking about something serious, but before he notices where her attention has gone, she turns away from me and looks back at him.Just like that, it’s over.A split-second stare between two strangers in a room full of wolves.It should feel awkward. Should make me look away in embarrassment for getting caught staring like a clueless teen. But it doesn’t. I don’t feel awkward. I don’t feel weird. I don’t even look away.I just feel… intrigued.That one look didn’t answer anything, it only pulled me deeper into the question. Who the hell is she? Why did that brief eye contact feel more solid than half the convers
AlexeiGold accents catch the light from a massive chandelier that looks like it belongs in a royal palace. Tables are set up around the edges with crystal glasses and too many forks. The floor gleams, polished so bright it almost reflects your thoughts, while the soft music drifts through the room.The suit I’d originally picked out? Yeah, it wouldn’t have cut it.Not that I really care about impressing anyone, but being Beta means more than just standing behind my Alpha. I carry our pack’s image on my shoulders too. Eyes are always on us when we’re off our land. Every move, every word, every damn wrinkle in my jacket, people take it all in.Sophia knew that. That’s probably why she showed up with that tux, smug as hell like she’d seen this moment coming before I even thought about it.And fine. I’ll admit it. I’m glad I wore it.However, this whole Full Moon Ball thing still feels a little strange to me. Because sooner or later, we’ll shift and go for a run in the woods like the wild
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