Blind Alpha And His Unwanted Mate

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?

Mikhail

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