Blinded by Love: My Three Alpha Hunks

Chapter 1

The Therapist’s Office

The room was quiet, scented with a faint hint of lavender. Selena Blackthorn sat rigidly in her chair, her pale fingers curled so tightly around the armrests it looked like she could splinter the wood with a single squeeze. Opposite her, the therapist, Beth, spoke in a calm, soothing tone.

“Close your eyes, Miss Selena. Go back to that night. Tell me—what did you see?”

Selena’s answer was the same one she’d given countless times, a script she knew by heart. “Chaos, blood, smoke, fire, victory. I was stumbling, running toward my father, and then everything went… foggy. I couldn’t see.”

But despite herself, those familiar words pulled her back into the raw, tragic memory. The battlefield rose before her: the coppery tang of rust and blood, the acrid bite of smoke, the guttural roars of wolves tearing flesh from bone. She remembered her father’s towering form, the Alpha of Blackthorn, fighting like a force of nature.

She remembered the searing heat of the battle, the pain, the blood—her own—and the fierce thrill of victory.

But after that… nothing.

Her memory had a gap, a void blacker than the blindness that had consumed her. She couldn’t remember the final moments, the exact instant her world had gone dark. It was as if the truth had been deliberately locked away, exiled from her mind.

Her jaw tightened. “I should remember. I should know what happened when he fell.”

Beth’s pen scratched softly across her notepad. “Perhaps your blindness wasn’t just physical. Trauma can…”

Selena shot to her feet, fumbling for her cane on the edge of the sofa. She had heard enough. This session, like all the others, was over.

Beth watched her retreat, a flicker of helplessness in her gaze. She didn’t try to stop her. She knew better than to argue with Selena’s stubbornness.

Six months ago, Selena and her father, Alpha Brown, had led their pack to a hard-won victory. But that victory came at a brutal cost: Alpha Brown’s life and Selena’s sight. She was supposed to be the pack’s next Alpha, the first female leader, a warrior who could outmatch any male. Now, she was blind, fatherless, and stripped of the support she once had.

Beth had seen the medical reports. Selena’s eyes had healed completely; there was no physical reason for her blindness. It could only be explained as a psychological wound, a trauma so deep it had shut down her senses.

But Selena was too strong, too proud. She was a girl who would never admit weakness, and certainly not the kind of weakness that would make her confess to a mental scar from that battlefield.

The only reason she even came here was her grandmother, Helena, who had forced her to attend three sessions a week. Otherwise, Selena would never have set foot in Beth’s office.

With Selena so determined to shut down, leaving every time the conversation got too close to the truth, Beth had no idea when, or if, she would ever be able to help her.

Beth sighed. Selena’s form was already outside the building, where her butler’s car was waiting. Silas Veylor, it seemed, knew his mistress’s habits better than anyone. Beth watched Selena’s graceful, if slightly hesitant, walk. The girl was a vision in a leather jacket and a long dress, her high heels clicking stubbornly on the pavement. To anyone looking from behind, she was the epitome of a proud, untouchable noblewoman.

Beth just hoped the elders of the council would show some mercy to her, for the sake of her late father, Alpha Brown.

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Selena strode out, a scowl on her face. Her mood, as always after a session with Beth, was foul.

She knew the soft, plush carpet beneath her feet was no accident. It was the exact same brand as the one in her home, even smelling the same, designed so she wouldn’t hurt herself if she stumbled. Though Beth had never mentioned it, Selena knew the touch was Silas Veylor’s.

And sure enough, there he was, standing by the open car door, a hand held protectively over the frame as he bowed slightly, a silent shield to keep her from getting hurt. She didn't need to see to know. She’d felt his body preemptively moving to block her from a collision before.

All of it made her feel useless and enraged. Before the war, she was a warrior who needed no one. She wasn't one of those delicate, pampered girls who needed a butler or a driver. She was a Blackthorn.

But now, she was blind. And her grandmother had forced this life of dependency on her.

The more attentive Silas was, the more his constant care made her feel like a helpless burden.

“Miss, everything is ready. However, the Elder Council has sent someone to wait for you at home.”

Once Selena was settled in the back seat, Silas slipped into the driver’s seat. After a quick glance in the rearview mirror to ensure she was comfortable, he started the car and, as was his routine, began to inform her of her schedule.

“Shut up. Your voice is annoying,” she snapped, cutting him off.

Before the war, the elders would have never dared to treat her like this. They’d been proud of her. They’d supported every word she said.

But now? They were so quick to forget what she and her father had sacrificed. All they cared about was talking about marriage, about marrying her off to some powerful Alpha or a strong Beta from their own pack. They didn’t trust her, a blind woman, to be their leader. A woman, they believed, belonged as a Luna, nothing more.

Her irritation with Silas only grew when she heard the words “Elder Council.” Her beautiful brows furrowed even tighter.

The long car came to a slow stop.

Silas moved from the driver’s seat, smoothly sliding into the back seat and kneeling before her legs.

“Get away from me,” she spat.

Silas, however, seemed unfazed by her hostility. He gently lifted her legs, resting her shins against his chest. His large hand slid under her skirt, pulling her panties down, and he lowered his handsome face to her labia.

“Since Miss finds my words annoying,” he murmured, “I’ll just make you comfortable. And make sure you’re the only one making a sound.”

With that, his nose grazed her inner thigh before his lips claimed her, his tongue teasing her c******s, moving up and down, sucking rhythmically.