Love Is Blind Mark Cuevas Novels & Stories

"I do." He faced Vladimir. "And do you, Vladimir Crown, take Emereah Blade as your Luna, your mate, your love, for all eternity?" Vladimir's voice was unshaken, but his eyes were bright with unshed tears as he gazed at Emereah. "I do." The onlookers broke into applause, cheering and shouts ringing out across the clearing as the officiant declared them joined for life. Emereah and Vladimir remained beside each other, their hands still entwined, their hearts in perfect harmony.

He chuckles a little bit and traces my lips with his thumb. “We are all a little scared, despite the good times we have been having. We haven’t finished putting enemies to bed. The rogue attacks have been far too silent. Know that… this marking isn’t about anything other than us and our love, this bond. Nothing and no one else. I have been wanting to do this since I realized who you were to me, even more so as we got to know one another more. I’ve only held out because I wanted you to still have the choice and I wanted to give you the ceremony. If you’ll have me, I’d like for us to mate and mark… here and now.” I am crying, I can help it and he’s letting me. This is our moment and I can show

“Gonna pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. Everyone who sees you will smell me on you. They’ll know you’ve been fucked raw by your fucking husband to be.” His fingers found my clit again, pinching, rolling, rubbing in time with his punishing thrusts. “Cum, baby,” he ordered. “Cum all over my cock while I breed you. Scream for me, blondie. Let the cameras hear how good the blind don fucks you.” The command shattered me. My pussy clamped down like a vice. Pleasure detonated, violent, blinding, endless. I screamed his name until my throat turned raw. My vision whited out.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it. The chatter grew louder. Someone shouted, “She’s a whore! Getting herself mark her like that?” Another voice joined in. “Abominstion! You don’t get marked before you’re mated. What kind of girl does that?” I turned back around, face hot with shame. My legs felt like jelly. I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Cassandra stood there with her arms crossed, smirking like she’d just won the biggest prize ever and Dad looked like he might explode. His face was red, jaw tight.

After opening it and reading the contents, his face instantly turned deathly pale. I wrote, "Sebastian, I already know the truth about what happened back then. I know that Carl had deliberately switched the eye drops, and how you pushed me to take the blame for Jolene. "You once swore to my late mother that you would love only me for the rest of your life. Now, you've slept with Jolene and driven me out of our home. From now on, let us each live our own lives peacefully. "I have already left. Don't look for me anymore."

Or that is what he said, "He isn't blind... but blind at the same time... he is blindly in love." He said. Blindly in love?… Can you fall in love again? I think I just did. ——

Chris tired to speak up but Zephyr cut him off. "Have. I. Made. Myself. Clear?" He asked, this time enunciating every word. "Yes, Alpha" Chris bowed in submission and Zephyr nodded then proceeded to walk out. Chris heaved a sigh. He wasn't a god to make her regain consciousness, he was only but a doctor. He prayed to the moon goddess to help him and save him from Zephyr because the man was getting unbearable day by day since he found his mate.

“Cut the act. If you’re really blind, a hospital can confirm it.” Across the hall, Curtis Lowe's voice faltered for a split second before rising again. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to get out of this! How could she be blind? Every night, she stands by the window, watching me!” Halfway through his rant, his eyes landed on my empty sockets. His voice trembled, and his words lost their edge. “That’s disgusting! Seriously disgusting!” His shout stirred the crowd again. “Exactly! She’s faking it!”