The Blind Alpha's Desire

(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...

The footsteps outside the door stops. My pulse is as loud as war drums in my ears. Every shadow in the room looks like they are stretching towards us.

It's as though the walls themselves are listening. Adrian's fingers dig into my wrists. Not hard, but enough to remind me that he's here.

I can smell fear in the air, taste it even. Adrian's hand tightens around my wrist again as he whispers,

"Someone's coming."

My heart jumps into my throat. "Hide."

"Where?" Adrian hisses, glancing around my bedroom.

I shove him into the tall wardrobe by the window.

"Inside. Now."

He slips in just before the door handle rattles. I drag a blanket to cover my shoulders, while I try to slow down my breath.

"Lyra?" a voice calls.

I open the door.

"Emery," I say, as I force a calm smile. "Is something wrong?"

She tilts her head a little.

Emery is the only daughter of Alpha Cassius, the powerful Alpha of my pack. She is the heir everyone believes will someday rule over Crescent.

I grew up beside her, not as family though. As a mere servant. A charity case the Alpha took in out of pity when my parents died.

Emery's eyes are sharp and calculating. She looks at me confused. Not knowing whether or not to trust me. As usual. We both look at our selves the same way.

looking at her reminds me of the long years, as a shadow living in her household. As a mere servant. Always unseen. Always alone.

"The ceremony will begin soon." She says.

"I know."

She looks past my shoulders into the room. For a moment, I feared she could hear Adrian's heart beating inside the wardrobe.

"Have you seen Adrian tonight?" she asks.

I feel my stomach flip.

"No," I quickly say. The lie feels so heavy on my tongue.

"We haven't seen him around; I thought he might be with you." She continues.

I force a light laugh. "Why would Adrian be here?"

Emery raises an eyebrow.

I shrug casually. "Maybe he went to the lake. He likes how quiet it is there."

That wasn't a lie entirely. Adrian does love the lake. It was where we had our first kiss.

"I'm sure he'll be in time for the ceremony."

Emery looks at me a little while longer, then she sighs.

"Okay. Don't waste any more time. Everyone's waiting."

My chest tightens. "I'll be right behind you."

She turns and walks away. I wait till I can no longer hear her footsteps then I shut the door.

"Coast clear?" Adrian asks.

"Yes."

The door creaks open. He steps out, running his hand through his dark hair. His eyes are gleaming with mischief. I can't resist the shiver that's running through my spine. Not from fear, but from knowing how easily he can unsettle me.

"Whao! That was close. You really handled that well." His voice is low, teasing.

"Barely," I muttered.

"Relax, Lyra. You look like you're about to face execution."

"This is no time for jokes Adrian, we have to go now. I'll leave first, and you'll follow right after, okay?"

"Okay." He said with a nod.

While I was leaving, he catches my chin between his fingers. His thumb brushes my lower lip. "Lyra?"

"Yes?"

"Try not to look so nervous. Tonight, I will claim you as my mate."

I smile with ease as I walk down to the caern, because these are the exact words I need to hear.

I turn to look behind, above my shoulder. I see Adrian following right behind me with good distance.

The caern awaits. The wolves are whispering among themselves. Their breaths mist in the cold night air. I can feel every heartbeat. Every wolf stirs in anticipation. It's as though the forest itself is holding it's breath with me.

"He's going to claim me," I whisper to myself, with so much happiness.

Reaching the caern, the entire pack is waiting. The moon hangs above us. Full. Perfect. I see Emery standing close to the elders. I walk down to stand beside her.

The tension and awe are alike. I can feel the faint rustle of furs. The shuffle of paws. wolves clearing their throats.

"You look nervous Lyra." Emery says.

"Shouldn't I be?"

She shrugs "I suppose. Tonight is...important."

There's something strange in her smile...

The horn sounds... Elder Thaddeus steps forward.

He is the oldest and most respected of all the Crescent pack elders.

"Dear Crescent pack," Elder Thaddeus says loudly, 'tonight we witness the sacred mate claim beneath the full moon."

My heart begins to beat faster than usual.

Adrian steps forward. His chin high. Like a man who is about to claim everything he wants.

He looks around. His eyes meet mine. For a moment, it feels like we're the only wolves existing in the entire world.

He starts walking.

One step closer.

Then another. He is walking directly towards me, just like he promised.

Thaddeus raises his voice again. It resonates across the caern. It echoes off the stone walls. Commanding. Unyielding. The other elders are watching like hawks.

Adrian of Nightfang, step forward and claim your mate."

Adrian moves with so much grace. Like someone who knows he owns the entire world. My world. I can tell that he's indeed a very proud wolf.

Every step Adrian takes echoes with meaning. The air is thick with anticipation, and I can hardly breathe for the sheer weight of it.

Every wolf stands in silence. Adrian takes another step.

Closer.

Closer.

He walks past me.

I hold my breath. My world tilts. I turn slowly.

Adrian stops in front of Emery.

Gasps ripple through the pack.

At this point, I'm struggling to understand what my eyes are seeing.

"Adrian?"

He didn't look at me. He holds Emery's hand instead. I freeze in shock.

"What...are you doing?" I stutter weakly. My knees feel as though they will buckle. He crossed a line I didn't think possible. The warmth I feel from him standing close to me turns to ice.

My mind is racing, I'm trying to make Dence of his audacity. Of how casually he can entwine himself with Emery, the one I had barely tolerated growing up.

All I can do is stand frozen. My heart is hammering as I watch the impossible unfolds.

Then, Adrian turns toward me. His expression is not the same as the one from earlier tonight. It's cold. Distant.

"I'm sorry, Lyra..."

"My heart belongs to Emery."

Adrians words pierce through my heart like a sharp knife.

"I choose Emery as my mate."

My world deans shatter all at once. It cracks. Slowly. Quietly. Just like a glass that splits beneath an invisible pressure. My ears still ring from the sound of the words I'm hearing from Adrian.

I can still see his lips moving. But his words don't make sense anymore.

This isn't real... This isn't happening.

Emery smiles slowly. I accept," she says.

"You told me you love me..."

"Love doesn't make an Alpha." Adrian shrugs.

"What are you talking about?" I ask as tears roll down my eyes.

He tightens his hold on Emery.

"She is the heir of the Crescent pack." He says.

I can't stop shaking.

"You used me."

"You were convenient." He said firmly.

convenient?

The same lips that once whispered "my forever '" now reduced me to something... usable.

I remember the lake. His hands in mine. The promises. Were those lies too... or was I just foolish enough to believe them?

"You promised..."

'I promised nothing."

Everyone stands in absolute silence.

I stand there with my heart shattered into irreparable pieces.

I stumble back. My knees shaking, my feet can no longer hold my weight.

Adrian's hand in Emery's. Her smug smile.

I can't breathe. I run, not knowing exactly where to, but anywhere away from Adrian.

I can feel their eyes on me. Pity. Curiosity. Satisfaction. Their whispers follow me like shadows. "she really thought he'd choose her..."

I run faster.

I notice Emery chasing after me. "Lyra..." Emery's voice is so soft. Too soft, it cuts through the haze. It's the kind of softness that doesn't belong in moments like this. I slowly turn to her but I can't decipher if her concern is real or fake.

"Are you okay?" Emery asks.

I laugh bitterly. "No. I'm...far from okay."

Her eyes soften. "I didn't know Adrian would choose me to be his ma..."

"Go and be with Adrian, leave me alone." I continue, yelling at the top of my voice.

"You actually don't care, you never have, and you never will."

She tilts her head, "of course I care. I'd never intentionally hurt you."

Her words were almost enough to make me believe her.

Almost.

"Oh, Lyra," Emery cooed, as she steps closer. You need something to calm your nerves.

"Come, let's go back home, so I'll tell Linda to prepare some hot tea for you."

I and Emery arrive home. I walk straight t my bed room, while she goes to look for Linda in the maiden chambers.

I lay on my bed heartbroken, thinking that maybe, just maybe, tonight would've turned out differently if perhaps I was heir to the crescent pack and not Emery.

Linda, Emery's most trusted maid walks in with a cup of tea.

"Here. Emery asked I bring you this cup of tea, she prepared herself."

I stand up from my bed. She hands me the tea and leaves the room.

The tea was darker than usual. A strange scent is lingering beneath the herbs. Faint, but unfamiliar.

I hesitate. Just for a second. But it seems harmless. I take it and I drink it. The bitter taste clings to my tongue instantly. A strange warmth rolls through my body.

Emery walks in. "I hope the tea is helping, do you feel better?"

I nod, though I don't feel completely at ease. "Better."

All of a sudden, my hands start to shake severely, out of my control.

"Lyra?" Emery leans closer.

The cup drops to the floor. The sound it makes as it hits the floor is deafening.

I can barely see clearly.

My veins feel like they're burning from inside out. My fingers are curling against the floor. My claws are scraping the wood. I feel the room shaking.

"W-what...?" I stammered, cold sweat breaks out on my skin. My legs give out beneath me and I collapse to the floor.

"Lyra!" Emery's face hovers above mine.

"Stay with me..."

I try to lift my head, to speak, but it seems like the world is melting into chaos. The moon stretches into a glowing smear across the sky.

"You'll be fine..."

I want to scream. I want to claw her. But I'm too weak. I see flashes.

I see myself as a child. Alone, afraid. My parents running, my uncle, Alpha of crescent watching. Moments of love, of fear, of longing. All of it at once.

Adrian's smirk as he walks past me. Then Emery's hand in his. Emery's fake concern. My mind twists and contorts. It all reshapes into a very painful memory. I gasp for breath.

Then...nothing.

Silence.

Void.

And then, a warm, bright and pulsing light spreads through me. The light doesn't just touch me, it invades me. It moves deep into my bones, reshaping and reforging.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhrrrr!" I scream. But my scream, it turns into something deeper. Something primal.

The moon.

The moon itself sips into my bones. Into my soul.

I slowly open up my eyes.

Everything feels new. "Where am I?"

I stumble across a mirror. My reflection shimmers in the silver light.

"This isn't me..."

"Not the me I was before."

My hair, once dark and short, is now thick and so long with waves that shimmer in silver-blonde under the moonlight.

My body...perfect. My skin glows vibrantly. So smooth and flawless. My eyes, my eyes burn with silver light.

"Awooooooo...Awooooooo..." I roar as power surge through me, filling every nerve, every sinew. I could feel the forest. The pack. The night itself.

Several thoughts whisper to me. First faint, then louder. I can hear everything now. The wind, the trees...even the heartbeats pf other wolves from miles away.

I, Lyra, I'm...alive. But not as I had been.

I am...more.