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Mated to a Visual impaired Alpha

Mated to a Visual impaired Alpha

Zaroni_Evas
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Werewolf
5 Chapters
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R18+
Modern
Betrayal
Revenge
Multiple identities
Attractive
Alpha
Age gap
Romance
Second chance

Rhett is the Alpha of the Moon Shade Pack-young, gifted, and once full of promise. But on the night of his full moon ceremony, tragedy struck. He lost his sight, and worse still, his mate-Princess Lyra-coldly rejected and humiliated him before everyone. Ten years later, Rhett still hasn't let go of the past. Fueled by anger and loneliness, he searches relentlessly for a way to regain his sight and pride. He has never found his true mate-until he meets Princess Astrid, Lyra's elder sister. Astrid, trapped in a loveless arranged marriage forced upon her by her father, the Lycan King, finds herself haunted by the same dream again and again: a pair of gray wolf eyes calling out to her. Driven by a deep conviction that these eyes belong to her fated mate, she escapes the palace in search of the one who truly belongs to her. Her journey leads her to the Moon Shade Pack, where she and Rhett cross paths. Not only do they feel an undeniable connection, but they also share a common enemy-Astrid's father and sister. As they fight to survive the King's pursuit, Rhett and Astrid must face the wounds of their past and the challenges of their present. Can they rise above the pain and claim the love that destiny has long held for them?    

Chapter 1 Visual Impaired

Cheers thundered in my ears like war drums, echoing from every corner of the valley.

I stood tall at the top of the Moon shade Pack's ceremonial platform, the heart of our sacred grounds, where legends were born-or broken. Fire pits crackled on either side, casting gold and amber light that danced across the crowd. Every member of my pack-warriors, elders, pups, and healers-stood with their faces turned toward me, their voices rising like a tidal wave.

They chanted my name.

"Rhett! Rhett! Rhett!"

I didn't blink. I didn't flinch. I kept my chin high, chest lifted, fists tight at my sides. My heart pounded beneath my ribs like it wanted out, but I stood still. I had trained for this moment since I could walk. I had trained harder than anyone. I had bruised my body, broken bones, ripped flesh and spirit to pieces just to piece it all back together, stronger. Better. Worthy.

Tonight, I stood as the strongest young Alpha our people had ever known.

And she-Princess Lyra-stood just below the platform, her presence as striking as a blade unsheathed. Her silver gown shimmered like water under moonlight, each movement a ripple of grace. Her long, silver hair tumbled down her back like silk touched by starlight. She smiled at me. Soft. Beautiful. Dangerous.

She was my mate. My promised. My path forward.

And tonight was the beginning of our reign.

The Elders stepped forward, robes heavy with ancient markings, and began the ritual. Their chants rang low and steady, like the groan of the earth itself. A slow drumbeat followed, steady and strong, echoing like a heartbeat across the valley. The flames lowered. The air changed-grew thick, sacred, alive with old magic. My skin prickled. My blood stirred.

The moon hung above, full and watching.

And then-it flared.

Not glowed. Not shone.

It exploded.

Light flooded the sky and poured down like liquid fire. It wasn't gentle. It was fierce. Wild. Alive. It wrapped around me like a shroud of stars, warm and blinding. I gasped as it pressed against my skin, sank deep into my bones, and gripped my soul. My knees threatened to buckle, but I held my ground, arms spread as if to welcome it.

Gasps echoed through the crowd. Even the Elders stilled.

Then I heard her voice-Lyra's-soft, sharp, trembling. "Rhett?"

And that was when the pain came.

It speared through my eyes like molten lightning. I sucked in a breath, choked on it. My legs locked. The world tilted beneath me. I staggered, the platform swaying under my feet. I tried to scream, but the sound caught in my throat.

Then everything-everything-went dark.

Not dim. Not shadowed. Dark.

Like the universe had exhaled and forgotten to breathe again. Like someone had taken the stars and crushed them in their fist, leaving me suspended in an empty void.

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Still nothing.

No outlines. No color. Just black. Endless and absolute.

"No..." My voice trembled. It sounded small. Fragile. Like it could shatter. "No, no, no-"

My knees hit the stone with a brutal crack. Pain lanced through them, but I barely felt it. My chest rose and fell too fast, too uneven, like it couldn't remember how to breathe. Panic clawed up my throat like a living thing. I pressed my hands to my face, rubbed hard, dug my fingers into my eyes until they burned-but the darkness didn't budge.

Still nothing.

"I can't see," I whispered. The words came out hoarse. Hollow. "I can't see anything."

The cheers that once echoed around me vanished. Like someone had flipped a switch and cut the crowd's breath short. Silence dropped heavy over us, pressing against my skin like wet cloth. I heard someone whisper a prayer-quiet and broken. Others gasped. Their voices rustled like dry leaves, brittle and thin, carried by a breeze I couldn't feel.

I turned my head toward the sound, trying to place it. But it was useless. My world had no direction anymore. No shape. No edges to hold onto. Just sound and stillness, and me, floating in the middle of it like I had been cast out of my own body.

"Rhett?" Lyra's voice broke through the murk. It sounded sharper now-no longer warm, no longer kind. There was confusion in it. And fear. "What's happening to you?"

"I don't know." My voice cracked, breaking apart like fragile glass. I shook my head, the motion desperate, because it was all I could do. "The light-it hit me, and then... it all disappeared. Everything's gone."

She didn't respond right away. The silence between us stretched on, long and taut, like a rope pulled too tight-waiting, holding its breath, as if it might snap at any moment.

"What?" she asked, her voice cutting through the stillness, colder now. Much colder. "You're serious?"

"I-" I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat was thick and painful. "I think I'm blind."

The soft sound of silk brushing against stone reached my ears, and I knew immediately what it meant. She stepped back. It wasn't loud, but it was unmistakable. Her presence, once so solid, pulled away from me, leaving nothing but an aching emptiness where it had been. The air between us chilled, stretching thin, filling with distance.

I turned toward her instinctively, reaching out without thinking-for her scent, for her voice, for the warmth that had once wrapped me in comfort-but she didn't reach back. She didn't come closer. She stood still, watching me. Cold. Detached.

"You were chosen," she said, her voice suddenly brittle. "You were supposed to rise tonight. You were supposed to become something more. Something divine."

"I didn't ask for this!" I snapped, the words spilling out, wild and unrestrained, a frantic cry. "Lyra, I didn't-"

She moved then, not quickly, but with intent. She was leaving. I could feel it in the shift of her presence, in the way the space between us grew sharper, more defined. Her scent, once sweet like wild orchids, had changed. Now it was acrid, burning like smoke after a fire-like something beautiful had been scorched, turned to ash.

"You expect me to stand beside someone who can't even stand on his own?" she hissed, the words sharp like a blade. "What kind of Alpha loses everything the moment he's crowned?"

Her words didn't just sting-they cut deep, carving into me like an unhealed wound.

I flinched.

But she didn't stop.

"I can't marry someone useless," she said, her voice cruel, final. The words landed with the weight of a death sentence. "You're not the Rhett I agreed to stand beside."

The space between us felt infinite now, like we were two distant stars, burning in different orbits, pulled apart by an unseen force. Her betrayal-no, her rejection-was a quiet storm, but it raged within me, sweeping everything else away.

I didn't need my eyes to know she had turned her back on me. I felt it in my bones, in the hollow space she left behind. Each step she took was a wound. Deeper than any cut. Louder than any roar.

And then she said it.

"This engagement is over."

The crowd didn't react. No gasps. No questions. They just stood there. Silent. Watching.

They let her walk away from me like I was already gone. Like I had never mattered.

I sat there, blind and broken, my knees pressed into the cold stone, the jagged edges digging into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the sharpness in my chest. Blood dripped from my torn palms, staining the ground beneath me, but I didn't even know when it had started. I didn't care. The sting in my body was a distant thing, insignificant next to the wound inside me, the one that only seemed to grow wider with each passing second.

I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

I just sat there, breathing through the wreckage.

Shallow. Ragged. Empty.

And then, they came.

The whispers.

"Is he cursed?"

"Did the gods reject him?"

"Maybe he was lying the whole time..."

"Maybe this is punishment."

Their voices slithered through the air, curling around me like vines-tight, suffocating, smothering me with their doubt. They didn't care if I heard them. They didn't care if it cut deeper. In fact, they wanted me to hear it. Wanted me to feel every ounce of their scorn, their disbelief. Wanted their doubt to sink into my skin like poison, to drown me.

But I wouldn't give them more than that. I wouldn't let their whispers take any more from me than they already had.

I rose. Slow. Unsteady.

Every muscle in my body screamed, protested the movement, but I pushed through it, through the pain, through the exhaustion that wanted to pull me back to the ground. I stood.

Blind.

But standing.

And I turned. Not toward them-but away. Away from Lyra. Away from the pack. Away from the dream they had all cheered for until it shattered in my hands, a broken thing they couldn't understand.

Then I walked.

One step at a time, each foot dragging across the ground, each step heavier than the last. Into the forest. Into the unknown.

I didn't know where the path would take me.

I didn't care.

I was blind.

Alone.

But I was still breathing.

And that had to be enough.

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Latest Release: Chapter 5 Wolf bane's   04-29 20:54
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1 Chapter 1 Visual Impaired
29/04/2025
2 Chapter 2 Ten years later
29/04/2025
3 Chapter 3 We meet again
29/04/2025
4 Chapter 4 My mate
29/04/2025
5 Chapter 5 Wolf bane's
29/04/2025
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