Blindly Mated to Badboy Alpha

Isabella

That day was awful, last week after what happened in the corridor next to the lockers between me and the prince Noah black! Hamm. Dammit. Since then, I have been hiding in my room, pretending that I was sick. My parents didn’t force me to go to school. But I just decided to let it go and to face my fears. I was in my senior year, after all. I couldn’t just forget that because of prince Noah.

I have been suffering from nightmares about that day since then—

Flashback—

"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind idiot! Watch your fucking path!" He yelled at me, and my heartbeats raced in my chest.

I couldn't tell if I was afraid or nervous or if he was—

No way! He can't be my mate! The guy I have heard about him a lot and being a jerk?! Me and him! But he is going to rule the kingdom of werewolves soon!

I was drowned with my thoughts until I felt a hand pushing me roughly to the floor. "Are you fucking ignoring me?! I’m the strongest alpha ever! Don't you know who I am? And why the hell I feel so mad now and why my heartbeats are fucking deep and strong?" He shouted with a loud growl.

I gulped nervously, crawling on the floor, trying to stand up, but my feet didn't help me.

"Move your ass now from my way!" He shouted in a commanding tone again.

I cursed under my breath. He hollered, "What the hell you just said?"

I mumbled, "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go."

He pulled me from my hair and hit my back to the locker; he commanded me, "Look at me now." But seriously? I couldn’t! Fuck dammit! I was blind! I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

He huffed and said in annoyance, "You make me angry! My heart is— Why the fuck you don’t look at me now? Are you afraid?"

I sealed my eyes and sighed deeply, "I’m blind!"

End of flashback—

I just decided to be much more robust and convinced myself that he didn’t make a move since then and didn’t try to reach me. So he just rejected me for sure. And he will forget about me.

Well, that was what I thought.

That’s why I woke up that day, took a lukewarm shower, dressed in my school uniform, and pulled all my strength and self-esteem back.

Yes, I was a fighter but in my own way. Nothing special in me except that I can walk and talk and even read and write without even being noticed. Or in another meaning without even being exposed as a blind!

My teachers and the principal, of course, knew my case, they helped me secretly. But my nose and the strong gift of how I could smell the scents around me helped me more.