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Blind but mated to the Alpha

Blind but mated to the Alpha

Bosy Elselhdar 2

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She never intended to collide with the most dangerous bad boy at her school. Already trying to stay under the radar from those ruthless werewolves, she felt different from them. Born into the most powerful pack and carrying a royal bloodline, she knew she didn't belong. She couldn't shift like they did; despite not being an omega, she was the weakest of her kind. But her real struggle was that she was blind. That fateful day marked the beginning of her suffering. She had never dreamed of her mate, convinced he would reject her upon discovering her perceived uselessness. All she had was her wolf instincts, which helped her navigate the school, pretending to be normal. No one knew her secret-no one noticed her. Until that day...

Chapter 1 1

Isabella.

That day was absolutely awful, a day I would never forget. It was last week when everything spiraled out of control in the corridor next to the lockers between me and the prince, Noah Black! Hamm. Dammit. Ever since that incident, I have been hiding away in my room, pretending to be sick. My parents, bless their hearts, didn't force me to go to school. I thought it might be easier to just stay hidden, but deep down, I knew I had to let it go and face my fears. After all, I was in my senior year, and I couldn't just forget everything because of the prince Noah. That dreadful day continued to replay in my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to push the memories away, but they persistently clawed their way back to the surface. The confrontation with Noah had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself and my place in the world. I couldn't fathom how someone like him, destined to rule the kingdom of werewolves, could possibly be my mate. The very idea seemed preposterous, yet there was no denying the intense connection I had felt in that moment.

Since that day, I have been suffering from relentless nightmares. They haunt me every night, replaying the events over and over in my mind-the shock of colliding with Noah, the harshness of his words, and the overwhelming sense of humiliation that followed. I toss and turn, desperate for a moment of peace, but the memories refuse to release their grip on my subconscious. Each morning, I wake up exhausted, my heart heavy with the weight of the incident. I find myself questioning my own strength, wondering if I have the courage to face Noah and the rest of the school after what transpired. The nightmares serve as a constant reminder of my vulnerability, and I fear that I may never be able to escape their hold. But deep down, I know that I cannot allow this single event to define me. I must find a way to confront my fears and reclaim my sense of self, no matter how daunting the task may seem.

Flashback-

"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind, idiot?! Watch your fucking path!" He yelled at me, and my heart raced violently in my chest. I couldn't tell if I was feeling fear or nervousness, or if it was just him-his presence, his voice, his scent-that had such a profound effect on me. I stood there, frozen in place, as his words echoed in my mind. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and I found myself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. I wanted to apologize, to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat. I was paralyzed by the realization that this man, the one I had heard so much about, the infamous prince known for his ruthless demeanor, could possibly be my mate. The thought seemed impossible, yet the undeniable connection between us was impossible to ignore. My heart pounded furiously, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

No way! He can't be my mate! The guy I had heard so much about, known for being a total jerk?! Me and him together? But he was supposed to rule the kingdom of werewolves soon! The very idea seemed absurd, like a cruel twist of fate. I had always imagined my mate to be someone kind, compassionate, and understanding-qualities that Noah Black seemed to lack entirely. How could the universe have chosen him for me? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thought of being tied to someone so callous and unforgiving made my stomach churn with dread. I had heard the stories of his cruelty, his quick temper, and his disregard for others. He was the embodiment of everything I despised in the werewolf hierarchy, and yet, here I was, face-to-face with the possibility that he was my destined partner. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I found myself desperately searching for any other explanation, any way to escape this terrible reality.

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a rough hand pushing me down hard 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 do I feel so mad right now? Why are my heartbeats so loud and strong?" He shouted, his voice tinged with a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. The force of his push sent me tumbling to the ground, my body colliding with the hard surface beneath me. Pain shot through my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation that washed over me. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway boring into me, their whispers and snickers echoing in my ears. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and escape this nightmare. But Noah's words kept me rooted in place, his anger and confusion mirroring my own. He seemed just as perplexed by the intensity of his emotions as I was, and I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, was grappling with the possibility of our connection. But his aggression and lack of empathy only served to deepen my fear and uncertainty.

I gulped nervously, trying to crawl on the floor in a desperate attempt to stand up, but my feet betrayed me. "Move your ass now from my way!" He shouted again in an authoritative tone that left no room for disobedience. My hands scrambled against the smooth surface, seeking purchase, but my legs remained uncooperative. I could feel the heat of Noah's gaze burning into my back as I struggled to right myself, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words cut through me like a knife, the harshness of his tone leaving no doubt as to his disdain for me. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was trying my best, that I couldn't control the way my body was reacting. But the words lodged in my throat, choked by the fear that gripped me. I had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another person. And the fact that it was Noah, the man who could potentially be my mate, only made the situation that much more unbearable.

I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly humiliated. He hollered back, "What the hell did you just say?" His voice was like thunder, reverberating through the hallway and making me flinch. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was being subjected to such cruelty in front of my peers. I wanted to stand up for myself, to tell him off and put him in his place. But the words that came out of my mouth were barely audible, a feeble attempt at defiance. "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go." My voice trembled as I spoke, betraying the fear and vulnerability that consumed me. I hated myself for showing such weakness in front of him, for letting him see just how much his actions affected me. But I couldn't help it. The humiliation was too much to bear, and all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, to let me escape this horrible situation and never look back.

In an instant, he yanked me by my hair and slammed my back against the locker, forcing me to face him. "Look at me now," he commanded. But seriously? I couldn't! It felt impossible! I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The pain that shot through my scalp as he gripped my hair was nothing compared to the terror that gripped my heart. I could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing into my back, the hard edges digging into my skin. His face was mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. I wanted to look away, to avert my gaze and escape the intensity of his stare. But I couldn't. It was as if his eyes had locked onto mine, holding me captive in their depths. I could see the anger and confusion swirling within them, the same emotions that I was grappling with myself. But there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was almost as if he was searching for answers, trying to understand the connection between us just as much as I was.

He huffed in annoyance and said, "You make me angry! My heart is- Why the fuck don't you look at me right now? Are you afraid?" His words were laced with frustration and something else, something that I couldn't quite identify. It was as if he was struggling to come to terms with his own emotions, just as I was. But his anger and aggression made it impossible for me to see past the surface, to understand what was truly going on inside his head. I could feel my own heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. I wanted to tell him the truth, to confess my blindness and put an end to this nightmare. But the words caught in my throat, trapped by the fear that consumed me. I was terrified of what he would do, of how he would react if he knew the truth about me. So I did the only thing I could. I sealed my eyes shut and sighed deeply, "I'm blind!"

**End of flashback-**

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