Blinded by Love: My Three Alpha Hunks

Chapter 3

“How did you get here? And uninvited, at that.”

The moment Selena pulled away from Lucian, the hovering rose vines immediately wrapped around her arm, guiding her to the nearest sofa.

“Why else? Your pack elders begged me to come and fulfill our marriage pact.”

Lucian made himself at home, settling onto the sofa opposite her. He hadn't needed any help; he’d already found the ground coffee and milk in the fridge and made himself a latte while he waited. He took a relaxed sip from his cup, savoring it.

“And you just came when those old fools asked you to? If you wanted to see a spectacle, you could have just said so,” Selena retorted, her voice sharp.

They were both natural alphas, proud and unwilling to yield. Selena would never willingly become a Luna to any man, and Lucian was no better. He was a notorious playboy, always accepting the advances of any woman who threw herself at him. There were hundreds of girls in his pack who would gladly obey his every whim. They were soft, gentle, and eager to please—the exact opposite of a woman who would argue with him after two sentences.

Selena suspected the only reason he’d agreed to her father’s pact was to see the look on her face when she found out.

“You’ve got me,” Lucian said with a shrug. “My pack has been boring lately, so when your elders invited me, of course, I had to come see the show.”

“Well, you’ve seen it. Now you can leave.”

“Fine. If you’re going to be so heartless, I guess I’ll go.”

Lucian drained the last of his latte, then stood up quickly.

To be honest, Lucian had come mostly to stir up trouble, but there was also a hint of genuine concern. He’d respected Selena’s father, Alpha Brown, who was not only powerful but also fair and just, his reputation known throughout all the packs. His sudden death was a true tragedy.

As a proud and driven person himself, Lucian could imagine how Selena must feel after losing her sight. He suspected it would have made her even more difficult, and he was curious to see for himself.

He noticed she could still control plants with ease. So she had only lost her sight, not her power. As long as her abilities remained, the elders would still fear her. For now, he didn’t have to worry about her.

Lucian walked out of the hall lazily, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He was about to light it when a hand reached out to stop him.

“Alpha Lucian, no smoking here. Miss Selena doesn’t like the smell of smoke,” Silas said in a stiff, professional tone.

Lucian glanced back at Selena, who was still seated in the living room. The plants around her seemed to be vying for her attention, their flowers and leaves reaching out to her. Lucian knew about her power; every werewolf gains an ability when they turn eighteen. But only a few werewolves are blessed with a unique power like Selena's ability to sense, control, and communicate with plants.

Lucian’s eyes reflected her regal and cold profile. He wondered if plants were a bunch of suck-ups, drawn to her beauty. Maybe they were even tattling on him right now, complaining about all the leaves he had pulled off them while waiting for her.

“Your Selena is as high-maintenance as ever,” Lucian said, pocketing his lighter but keeping the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “But…”

He studied Silas, whose posture was rigid and formal. The butler had stood perfectly still while Lucian was talking, maintaining a rigid stance that seemed unnatural. His uniform was impeccable, and Lucian could sense an unsettling, hidden power in him. What was more, Silas’s scent was familiar. Lucian was certain he had smelled it somewhere before.

“What’s your name?” Lucian asked.

The moment Lucian pocketed his lighter, Silas had taken a step back. Now he looked Lucian directly in the eye, without the deference a butler should show another pack’s alpha. “Silas. Here are your car keys. Would you like me to bring the car around for you?”

Lucian let out a snicker, his interest piqued. He glanced back at Selena. Was she only hiring butlers with the same temperament as her? This Silas character was practically ordering him to leave.

Taking the keys from Silas, Lucian turned and headed for his car. Maybe he had been overthinking things. With Selena’s powers and her new, protective butler, the elders of the Blackthorn Pack were clearly no match for her.

Lucian had parked his car carelessly, but he noticed that the one Silas had been driving was neatly parked closer to the front door. It was strange, though, that a meticulous butler like Silas would have left the car windows open.

Lucian peered inside, his nose detecting something before his eyes did: the unmistakable scent of a woman after a passionate encounter, a scent Lucian, a libertine, knew intimately.

A cold smirk crossed Lucian’s face. Selena had never been one for such physical intimacy. As far as he knew, she’d only had one crush in her youth. Now, a butler was warming her bed? Had Silas deliberately flaunted their affair in his face?

Lucian got in his car, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. The engine roared to life as he sped away.

“Run a check on Selena’s new butler,” he barked into his phone. “His scent… it’s from the Blackthorn Pack, but I know it. And I never forget a scent.”

He ran his fingers over the steering wheel, a smirk returning to his face as he recalled Silas’s possessive, dog-like territoriality. “Oh, and tell the Blackthorn elders I agree to proceed with the marriage pact. If Selena agrees, tell them to prepare for the wedding.”