Blinded by Love: My Three Alpha Hunks

Chapter 4

The roar of the sports car faded in Selena's ears. Silas was instantly by her side, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his hands gliding over her body as if to wipe away the scent of Lucian that had clung to her from his brief embrace.

“Would you like a bath now, Miss? I can prepare the hot water right away.”

Selena batted his hands away impatiently. He always got clingy after she had physical contact with another man, and she disliked it. They were master and servant, not some giddy couple in the throes of a new romance. “I think you’re the one who needs a therapist.”

A sarcastic smirk touched her lips. Silas didn't argue. He simply obeyed, taking a step back and handing her a letter.

“What’s this?”

“The name on the envelope is Adrian Blackthorn.”

At the sound of that name, Selena's calm demeanor vanished, replaced by a sudden panic. Her voice trembled slightly as she ordered Silas, “Open it immediately. Read it to me.”

Silas gave her a surprised glance but did as he was told, not daring to question her uncharacteristic reaction. Selena was a girl who had handled losing her sight and her father with composure. For a simple name on an envelope to unnerve her this much, it had to be something deeply important.

He read the letter aloud. It was simple: Adrian asked after her, expressed condolences for Alpha Brown’s death and her blindness, and asked how she was doing. He ended by suggesting they meet to talk about everything that had happened over the years.

But those simple words were enough to make Selena’s eyes well up with tears.

She took the letter, running her fingers over every word, as if by doing so she could make up for the lost years with her brother and ease her father’s regret.

Adrian Blackthorn was Selena’s older brother, Alpha Brown’s son. When her parents divorced, her mother took Adrian with her, vowing never to return to the Blackthorn Pack. Selena, only six at the time, was left with her father.

Over the years, her father had remained stubbornly silent about the topic, but Selena had secretly searched for her mother and Adrian. There had never been a word from them. She was the only one who knew how much her father had longed to see his son again, how he regretted his absence.

And now, a letter had finally come, but her father was gone.

Selena wiped away a tear and told Silas, “Write back for me. Tell him he doesn’t have to meet me anywhere else. Tell him to come here. The sooner, the better.”

She immediately turned to go upstairs. She wanted to go to Adrian’s old room, where she had secretly stashed away their shared memories after her father had forbidden her from mentioning his name. She wanted to find those things to show her brother when he returned.

Silas frowned. This was the first time Selena's order had made him hesitate. "Miss, isn't it too impulsive to invite a stranger to your home? We’ve never heard of an Adrian Blackthorn in any of the packs. What if it’s a trap?”

“He’s my brother, Adrian,” Selena said, turning to face him. Her voice, devoid of tears, was cold and imperious. A frown creased her brow. “Besides, I’ve already let one dangerous person close to me, haven’t I?”

Silas knew his words had displeased her. He managed a wry smile as he watched her walk away, his gaze fixed on her retreating figure until she was out of sight.

Family was Selena’s weakness. Silas knew this haughty girl was soft on the inside. In the nights after Alpha Brown’s death, after they had climaxed together and she had fallen asleep, he had seen tears silently streaming down her face and heard her whisper her father’s name. She never showed her grief, but he knew it was still there.

But this Adrian…

Silas’s expression grew serious. He hadn't appeared when Alpha Brown was alive. He only showed up now, when Alpha Brown was gone, and Selena was blind, her position as Alpha in jeopardy. It was too suspicious.

He himself was living proof of this. He knew exactly what a person with ulterior motives was thinking.

“Silas, don’t trouble yourself so much over Miss Selena,” the cook’s assistant, Annie, said, startling him from his thoughts. “If you ask me, she has a terrible temper. You shouldn’t have to carry so much of her emotional baggage and her work.”

Annie’s eyes, filled with undisguised affection, drew closer. She wanted to embrace this handsome and brooding butler, with a body as strong as any of the pack’s warriors.

Annie had fallen for him the moment he arrived. In her eyes, Selena was just as arrogant and ill-tempered as the rumors said. She was already engaged to another Alpha, yet she still demanded Silas’s constant attention. She was selfish, making Silas act as her driver, butler, and even a cleaning servant at times. Annie pitied Silas and disliked Selena, even feeling a bit of schadenfreude over her blindness.

Annie believed no woman should ever be Alpha. Her blindness, she reasoned, was the Moon Goddess’s punishment for her arrogance. She should just marry her fiancé and become a Luna, a role meant for women.

Silas dodged her embrace a split second before her hands could touch him. He frowned. “I do this work for Miss Selena because I want to. She didn’t fire the driver and the servant—I did. And I don’t believe she has a bad temper. I’ve seen you drop eggshells in her food so many times I have to wonder if you’re doing it on purpose.”

His face was shrouded in shadow, only the clean lines of his suit visible in the light. Annie, who had once found him handsome, now felt a chill of fear. “I remember your family isn’t well off, Annie. You’re an Omega, and so are your parents. And unfortunately, your family has no business sense. Yet Miss Selena hired you as her kitchen assistant and pays you a higher wage than anyone else would.” The coldness in his voice was terrifying. “If you intentionally mess up again, I won’t hesitate to fire you myself. You’ll lose the job that feeds your family.”

“I-I won’t do it again. Please, Silas.”

Annie stuttered out an apology before scurrying away.

Silas stepped out of the shadow, his expression unreadable.

The driver and servant Annie had mentioned were indeed fired by him. The driver was an assassin, sent by his own employer to get close to Selena, and the servant was caught stealing Selena’s jewelry. Selena was oblivious to these things, but he wasn’t. He cared about her safety and would not allow anyone to defame her.

He let out a bitter laugh. He was a killer, sent to assassinate her, yet he was also her protector.

The call of a cuckoo bird echoed from outside the manor walls. Three times, then two, then five.

Silas’s face hardened. That was the signal from his handler. He walked toward the sound, a professional once again.