Fated to the Blind Alpha

Once, in a stone mansion at the edge of the forest, lived a young Alpha named Elias. He was born blind which his Father detested. He thought of him as a bad stain to their bloodline.

Eventually, they found out that his blindness wasn't a weakness, because he was strong. He could also hear better than anyone, smell or feel your presence better than any wolf.

His Father chose that mansion in the forest because the whole forest belonged to their pack and Elias could train there with the warriors without causing damage to the society at large.

The warriors lived in the mansion, a mansion so big there were so many rooms available. Asides warriors, only female servants were taken into mansion and allowed to serve Elias. That’s what Elias wanted, that's how it had always been, until one rainy morning.

“He looks small and weak,” muttered a guard at the gate. “Looks too skinny to be of use.”

“That’s Jace Lacewood, he is 19 years old...don't mind his appearance.” said the woman beside him. “He is the new help from the southern border for the warriors to help them with everyday tasks. He is an orphan.” She turned looking down at him.

Jace stood still in the rain. His shirt was damp, his eyes down. He didn’t speak or complain. He just held the straps of his bag and waited.

“Get moving, boy,” the woman said, giving him a push.

When he got inside he noticed the halls were silent. The kind of silence where even a cough feels too loud. Jace was led to the servant’s wing, the farthest part of the house from the Alpha’s room and secluded from the other servants. He was a lowly werewolf, the lowest in hierarchy after Omega. 

On the way he could catch maids glancing at him and whispering to themselves. "Is he the servant type?"

When they got to his small room, she opened the road, then turned to face him. "If you ever cross paths with the Alpha...don't stare or speak to him,” the head maid warned. “You don’t touch his things or ask him questions if he speaks to you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jace said, humbly. He could catch the scent of pine wood and smoke drifting through the walls, and something wild and wondered where it came from.

Upstairs, Elias sat still in his chair with his eyes closed and head tilted. He had been calm all morning, but then a foreign scent suddenly came to him. It hit him like fire, like frost, like the woods in spring. It wrapped around his lungs and tugged at his chest. It was a scent he had never sniffed before, warm cinnamon and wild violets that made him feel intoxicated but peaceful.

"Oh my! My wolf actually reacted to someone's scent?" He muttered as he opened his eyes.  

Gavin, his Beta and best friend, raised an eyebrow. “A new boy, servant type. He came in soaked from the rain.”

Elias sniffed the air again, deeper this time. “He doesn’t smell like a servant,” he said. “He smells like...peace.”

“Peace?” Gavin blinked. “That’s new.”

“I want him.”

“Elias, he is a lowly servant, lesser than an Omega!”

“I want him as my personal servant. Find out who he is.”

Gavin hesitated. “But Elias, you’ve never asked for a male servant before...”

Elias turned his face toward the window. His blind eyes looked like pale glass. “I don’t care. Bring him.”

Jace was folding linen given to him when they found him. “Come with me,” Gavin said.

Jace flinched. “Did I do something wrong?”

Gavin chuckled, he did look cute but it's not like Elias can see him. “No. The Alpha asked for you.” He responded.

Jace’s heart cut into two at the sound of 'the Alpha'. “ I...what?”

Gavin didn’t answer, he eyed him head to toe and just walked out. Jace followed him immediately.

He was told; only chosen servants made it to the top two floors where Alpha stayed. But yet, on his first day, he was being led up to meet the Alpha. Step by step, he passed through halls that a lowly servant wasn’t supposed to see. The deeper they went, the quieter the house grew.

Until finally, Gavin stopped at a door, then opened it. There he was, Elias - The Blind Alpha.

He stood near the fireplace, tall and broad shoulders. His hair was black like charcoal, some dropping down on his face, some over his eyes. His eyes were open but obviously not seeing. And yet he turned and looked right at Jace.

“You’re the new one,” Elias said.

“Yes, Alpha,” Jace answered, nervously.

“What’s your name?”

“Jace Lacewood.”

Elias stepped closer. The Alpha Elias people heard stories and rumors of. “You smell like something I haven’t felt in years,” Elias said.

Jace didn’t know what to say to that. He looked down at his hands, trembling. Elias moved closer, his hands slowly reaching out to touch him. "Don't move, little wolf."

When he got to is front, he leaned down slightly, and then his two hands finally came on Jace face, then slowly moved to his hair while taking in Jace's scent. He could feel Jace trembling. 

He chuckled, gently holding Jace's chin up. “I want you to serve me,” 

Jace’s heart skipped. “But...I’m not trained for that. I’m not...”

“A female?... I don’t care,” Elias interrupted. “You’ll start tomorrow.”

Gavin wanted to step in. “Elias...”

“I said what I said,” the Alpha snapped at Gavin, then softened as he turned back to Jace. “I need...some peace.”

Gavin sighed. “Fine. Your call.”

Jace couldn’t move or breathe until Elias let go of his face. His body was felt chills and his mind was caught up in questions. 

Why him?

Why now? It's just my first day.

That night, in the servants wing, whispers floated like dust.

“He is the servant of the Alpha now?”

“What did he do to deserve it?”

"How can a lowly servant be taken to serve the Alpha, when those in higher ranks never got to even step in the top two floors?" 

Many were angry, annoyed and jealous.  

He thought of Elias’s face. How still it was. He didn’t understand why Elias made such a decision. He just wanted a quiet life in one corner of the house with no attention. But things weren't going as planned.

For some reason, his body started feeling weird. But he couldn't understand what it was and why. It made him uncomfortable and sleepless.

Meanwhile, far away, in his high room, Elias sat alone by the fire, as he pressed a hand to his chest. It ached low, deep, like something scratching to get out. His wolf didn’t speak and wasn't active. Not yet but it stirred. It was just a flutter, just a whisper under his ribs.

“Why him?” Elias murmured.

There was no answer. Only the soft crackle of fire. He only knew he wanted more of that scent around him. 

"Tomorrow, I will ask Gavin to move Jace to stay on the floor below me." Elias mumbled to himself and smiled. He couldn't wait.