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The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 896    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

Thor

ning, his stillness a form of assessment. I didn't fidget or call out

helped me last night. In return, I can offer you sanctuary a

merged from the darkness. "And wh

lf-less? Perhaps. But I own more land and have access to more wealth than you can imagine. I can gi

shirtless, his torso a roadmap of old scars. But one stood out, a vicious, sil

me faded, replaced by a memory buri

He was bleeding from a wound identical to the one on the man before me, a wound that reeked of silver. I had been terrified, but I coul

's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with a

eatures. I couldn't be sure it was him. It was too mu

e part of my devoted mate, help me deal with a few... problems

when a low groan escaped his lips. He staggered, his hand flying to the silver scar on his chest as

st night to intimidate Zane, and it had r

ward, grabbing his arm to stead

breath coming in ragged pants. He tr

on. *His scent... it calls

" I said, my tone leaving no room

gh. As I helped him stumble back toward the Packhouse, I noticed he smelled of something familiar, something that made my heart ache with a

s the

his wasn't just a deal

lpless blind girl guiding a wounded traveler she'd found in the woods. I avoided

he saw the wound. "By the Goddess...

ng on his forehead, but he never made a sound. When the doctor applied a poultice of her

y that seemed to ease his suffering. His tense muscles relaxed

ging the wound. "He can't use his power again u

giving Kael more than just a place to stay; I was giving him a

covered some of his strength. He leaned

voice a low rumble beside my ear.

y eyes. "Everyone wh

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The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf
The Blind Mate's Secret: Awakening The True White Wolf
“I was the blind, wolf-less burden of the Silver Moon Pack, relying entirely on my Fated Mate, Zane, to be my protector in the dark. But one night, my sight and my dormant Alpha wolf suddenly awakened, only to find Zane writhing in bed with my half-sister, Lyra. "Once I have the title to her timberlands, I'm kicking that wolf-less waste of space to the curb." Zane's cruel sneer shattered my naive heart. Worse, my adoptive father, the Alpha, was entirely complicit. To secure an alliance, he was secretly arranging to lock me in a room with a notorious, sadistic Alpha whose previous mates had all died under gruesome circumstances. They stripped me of my dignity and my inheritance, mocking my supposed helplessness right to my face while I pretended I still couldn't see. The grief of their absolute betrayal felt like a physical blow, quickly hardening into a cold, suffocating rage. I couldn't understand how the family I loved could plot my brutal execution with such casual cruelty. Instead of crying, I kept my eyes unfocused, played the pathetic cripple they expected, and walked straight into the forest to find a terrifyingly powerful Lycan disguised as a Rogue. "I want to seal our pact with a blood oath. From this moment forward, you are my mate." I claimed the monster as my own. This time, I wouldn't be their tragic victim; I was going to burn their entire kingdom to the ground.”