The Blind Alpha's Desire
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Lyra, an orphaned heir of the crescent pack has lived for years with her father's former beta and her cousin Emery, feeling unsafe and unwanted. On the night she turns eighteen, she hopes to finally mate with Adrian, the wolf she loves.
Instead, Lyra is rejected by Adrian, the Beta of the Nightfang pack and twin brother to Alpha Triston. Lyra is also poisoned by her cousin Emery and dies.
Lyra's wakes up reborn as a moon goddess. She stumbles on Triston, the blind Alpha lycan of the Nightfang pack, who claims her as his fated mate. Lyra becomes Tristons Luna and passionate lover.
But the twin who broke her heart returns to her seeking her love, so that together, they may kill Alpha Triston and rule over Nightfang and Crescent. Will Lyra choose her first love or her true mate.
The Blind Alpha's Desire Chapter 1
(Lyra's POV)
"Woohoo...finally!"
I say while I spin on my heel with my heart beating so fast.
I hear tonight, Adrian will get to choose a mate from the Crescent pack.
I have been waiting eighteen years for tonight. Adrian will finally claim me as his fated mate. He will be mine, and I will be his. My Adrian. My first love.
The door opens.
It's Adrian.
Twin brother to Alpha Triston of the Nightfang pack, he barely talks about him.
I met Adrian when I was sixteen. A servant in the Crescent royal garden.
He just finished from a meeting with the Alpha of Crescent. We talked and it felt like we had known ourselves all our lives.
We met secretly every other day. With each conversation, our bond became stronger.
Two things I'm very sure of? Adrian's love for me, and Adrian's love for power.
Sometimes, I would be confused as to which he loved most. My heart would say me of course.
Adrian would whisper sweet promises to me of how when I turned eighteen, he would claim me his mate and we wouldn't need to hide anymore.
And finally, the day had come.
He walks into the room.
He stands tall. His shoulders so broad. His sleek brown hair so thick, his pink lip looks so kissable...
"urghhh".
He looks more irresistible than ever and every glance pulls me in. I can already feel my water park dripping.
He steps closer towards me. I let my eyes linger on him, long enough to say...
"You're late"
He lifts his brow. "No, I'm not. You couldn't wait, could you?"
He holds my hands, then my waist. He pulls me in, closer.
"My Lyra. I have dreamt of this very moment."
He says as his hands gently find its way around my ass.
My gaze flickers.
He leans in. His lips brushing my ear.
"No one's here. Not yet. The elders won't arrive for another hour. We have time."
The Crescent elders are the silent power behind the throne.
Ancient wolves whose words carry so much wisdom and power.
I always bow my head to stay invisible when they passed.
I look at Adrian.
"Time for what?" I knew, of course. My body already sang in response.
"To make you mine" he says, as his fingers begin to loosen the ties of my simple linen dress.
"I'm scared Adrian, what if someone...?"
'No one will." His voice is a promise, a command.
"They're all preparing, so I can claim you my fated mate."
My dress loses. Sliding from my shoulders leaving me bare to my waist.
The night air kisses my skin.
I look at Adrian but our eyes don't meet. His gaze is on my body. His hands, rough but tender, cupped my breasts.
I gasp softly as his thumbs grazed my nipples, already hard and craving for his touch.
I feel my knees shaking, and I sway into him, needing his support.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"So incredibly beautiful."
He lowers his head, tracing a path down my neck with his tongue.
His breath is hot against my skin.
I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his thick, soft hair.
"Adrian..."
My voice is a desperate plea.
He lifts up his head.
Then he kisses me, deeply, fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
I meet him with equal fervor, my tongue intertwines with his.
He breaks the kiss.
His lips trails down my throat, across my chest, pausing to suckle at one nipple. I cry out with a soft sensation of pleasure.
His mouth is hot and wet. His tongue swirling around my areola. He moves to my other breast.
My body responds.
I am wet.
So incredibly wet.
"You're ready for me, aren't you, little wolf?"
he rasps softly while he loses the remaining ties of my dress.
Completely naked, I feel exposed, yet cherished.
This is my first time and I have never felt this way before.
He removes his own clothes with practiced ease. His body lean and muscled, is a work of art in the moon light.
The hard planes of his chest, the tautness of his stomach, the thick bulge between his legs took my breath away.
He pulls me back into his arms. His hips against mine, my breast against his chest. His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass, lifting me up slightly.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my inner thighs brushing against his erection.
"Aauuuhhh!" I whimper softly.
He walks me backwards and lays me down gently on the ancient oak.
His hands slide between my legs, his fingers finding the slick entrance to my core. He strokes, teasing, circling.
My hips involuntarily thrust forward.
"Adrian, please..."
His fingers delve deeper, finding my clit, circling it, flicking it.
"uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" I moan as pleasure spreads through me.
My legs spread wider.
"You taste so sweet," he whispers, his finger brings some of my wetness to his lips. His hard cock presses against my slick opening.
"It's...my first time."
He pauses, his eyes soften slightly.
"I know, my love." He leans down and kisses me tenderly.
"I'll be gentle. Just breathe."
He pushes in slowly,
carefully.
I feel a stinging pain and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Shh, it's alright," he whispers softly.
He waited, letting me adjust, his body still, his breath mingling with mine.
The pain subsides; I feel a stretching fullness, a delicious pleasure.
"You're so tight," he says as he begins to move again.
He deliberately sticks his cock deeper.
He pulls back almost entirely, and then pushes forward again, a slow, rhythmic motion building a new kind of pleasure.
Our bodies melt together as he picks up the pace. Each stroke is more insistent and powerful.
"Mmmmmmmm, right there." I moan.
"Look at me, Lyra" he commanded.
I meet his gaze. He drives into me, again and again, deeper, faster. My climax hit me like a tidal wave.
"Uuhh hgrrr..." he groans as he plunges into me one last time, spilling his sperm deep inside me.
He collapses on me, his body shaking with the force of his release.
My body still thrummed, I feel utterly complete, utterly his.
Our eyes meet once again, both our faces wearing soft smiles, dripping in pleasurable sweat.
"Mine," I whisper into his ears, waiting for his response. But he keeps silent.
He says nothing...
"The elders and pack are waiting Adrian; we need to go back. It's time for you to claim me as your fated ma..."
I freeze. I hear footsteps. Heavy. Fast. Someone's coming...
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The Blind Alpha's Desire of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.
