Alpha, Are You Blind?

Chapter 2

Warning: Forced Oral s****l acts involved in this chapter.

Jennifer’s POV

Let me be honest with you, I’ve secretly watched porn，so that wasn’t the first time I’d seen a man’s c**k, but it was definitely the first time I’d seen it in the flesh in my life.

I gulped and was about to reach out when he grabbed my wrist.

“Use your mouth,” he ordered.

I stared at the prince in disbelief. After a moment of hesitation, I tentatively took him into my mouth. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips. It was my first time giving a man a blowjob. While I struggled not to gag, tears welled up uncontrollably. The mix of choking and profound sorrow weighed heavily on my heart.

“Don’t glare at me like that,” Prince Ryan remarked. “I may be blind, but I can feel your resentment.”

Good for you to know, I silently cursed him.

He continued, “I’m not the cause of this. It was your father’s favoritism towards your brother that led you here.”

His words stung deeper than the pain in my knees, piercing my soul, and it crushed me to my core.

You deserve your blindness, asshole.

May you remain blind forever.

I cursed inwardly, seething with anger. Using my teeth, I elicited a sharp intake of breath from him and he slapped me.

“I hope you didn’t mean that,” he inquired with curiosity in his voice. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes,” I spat.

Anticipating a blow, I was surprised when he laughed. “I appreciate honesty.” He pulled me onto his lap, and I could feel his hardness beneath me.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. Despite despising this domineering man, his touch ignited a forbidden desire within me. I felt a shameful pleasure as he kissed me and I’m wet with the friction. I found myself somewhat addicted to the sensations.

“We will wait until you’re older for the rest, little wolf,” he whispered seductively.

Desire tempted me to tell him I was above eighteen, but my rationality won over me. I swiftly got off his lap, stormed back to my room and locked the door with trembling hands.

I rushed into the bathroom, frantically brushing my teeth as if trying to scrub away the day’s horrors. The bristles of the toothbrush raced across my mouth, cutting the inside as blood mingled with toothpaste foam, trickling down from the corners of my lips.

I stood completely naked under the shower, my tears mixing with the stream of water. The water was warm, yet I felt cold all over.

I was like an object, being abused and trampled in this palace. I was afraid that Prince Ryan would make more demands, and after a day filled with trepidation, his absence surprised me, I was surprised that he didn’t come back to me.

Just before bedtime, a guard knocked on my door, “My Lady, Beta Lucas wants your presence. please come to the parlour.”

I rose and made my way out.

Walking slowly down the stairs to the ground floor living room, I still felt uncomfortable as my gaze fell upon the same couch from earlier that morning. An unsettling thought crossed my mind—had anyone noticed its disarray? I hoped Prince Ryan was just boasting. Would he really be perverted enough to have people around when someone is giving him a blowjob?

“Please, have a seat, Jennifer,” Beta Lucas greets me with a warm smile.

I sit opposite him, and he handed me a file from the stack. “This is Prince Ryan’s injury report; the Royal Medical Academy diagnosed him with severe head trauma resulting in temporary blindness, a fractured right leg, and skin scratches.”

As I looked at the document, Lucas produced another. “Here is the Council’s ruling based on the incident. Your brother admitted to mistaking Prince Ryan for a romantic rival. He was drunk and beat His Highness up violently until intervened by witnesses.”

I clutched my coat nervously. I knew exactly what had happened before and after. My father had told me about it before I came here.

I don’t know what Lucas means by showing me these papers. I frowned and asked, “Are you implying that I deserve the suffering I endure today?”

“You make me wrong, my lady,” Lucas shook his head and showed me another document. “Your brother left the pack when you came to the palace this morning, to be precise, to seek further education in the human city.”

I jerked up my head incredulously, meeting Lucas’s gaze for the first time. I observed a smile that failed to reach his eyes, his countenance exuding a cold, cunning demeanor akin to a sly fox.

I took the paperwork in hand and browsed through it, discovering that my brother’s departure application had been expedited the day after the accident.

It turned out that my father had thought this through a long time ago. He was going to keep his son no matter what, and I was nothing but a pawn, expendable at any moment in exchange for my brother’s tranquility and freedom.

“The council and the hospital possess concrete evidence of your brother Justin’s culpability. In a bid to shield his son, your father proposed that he have a daughter who could tend to the prince until his recovery. It’s imperative you grasp the legal implications,” Lucas explained. “You’ve been brought here as a caregiver; given His Highness’ current immobility, he requires close attention. Hence, starting tomorrow, you’ll assume the role of the prince’s personal assistant.”

The mention of “personal assistant” sent a shiver down my spine.

This morning’s events were too frightening, and their shadows looming large in my mind.

As if sensing my unease, Lucas grinned, remarking, “Numerous women desire to be His Highness’ favor, so consider it an honour to serve him.”

Honour my ass.

Masking my discomfort with a forced smile, I replied, “Okay. I see. Just tell me what needs to be done.”

Pleased with my compliance, Beta Lucas continued, “You’re to shadow His Highness at all times, fulfilling his every need.”

He paused and added with a smirk, “His Highness said that you are a quick learner. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle this position.” My mind drifted back to the morning’s scene and my face flushed violently.

“Do you have any questions?”

“About how long will it take for His Highness to regain his sight?” I asked.

“The doctors couldn't provide an answer.” He shrugged his shoulders. Softening his voice, he tried to reassure me, “I understand your frustration about being trapped in the palace forever. Be optimistic, we’ll let you go as soon as Prince Ryan’s eyes heals”

“And when will that day be, may I ask？I need a deadline，”I insisted.

“You’re not an obedient figure, are you?”Lucas remarked, his brows shooting up to the fringe. “I now understand why your father was so willing to send you here. He found it difficult to tolerate your existence.”

“He was frightened by my existence，”I corrected Lucas.

“Whatever you say,”Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “For the deadline you request, by next Christmas, if Prince Ryan's eyes haven't recovered, you can leave the palace.”

“That means I need to stay here for around a year…”I muttered, frowning my eyebrows.

“You can leave earlier, as long as Prince Ryan's eyes are fine.”Lucas said as he gave me a consoling smile. He added，“The Regent’s former mistress received a house near the beach when she left. Your efforts will be rewarded as well. The better the service, the greater the compensation.”

“I beg your pardon？I am not anyone’s mistress…”I said, feeling offended.

“You tell yourself that，”Lucas laughed. “ Beginners often hesitate to admit it, I get it. Based on what you did for His Highness this morning，I think you're adapting to the role swiftly. Don't be bashful, Jennifer. For a w***e, the better the service she offers, the higher payment she can get. You catch my drift.”

“I’m not a whore.”I spat.

“Don't get offended so easily. It was merely an analogy，” he chuckled.

I couldn't stand the humiliation I received, so I rose to go. I stormed back to my room and couldn’t sleep all night.

I wanted to jump out the window and kill myself.

But then I thought, what’s the point of my death if it won’t bring any harm to those who hurt me? My demise wouldn’t be mourned, nor would my plight be remembered.

It would be cowardly to commit suicide just to end the current pain. Despite not having a wolf, surrender was not an option.

Cursing my stepbrother, curse my father, and curse the lycan prince who coerced me into submission!

Perhaps I can endure this, or perhaps a day will come when I can no longer bear it any more. Either way, giving up without a fight was never my style.

If that day arrives, I swear I’m going to make love with the prince before I end my life.

I will give him a stab in the chest while I enjoy my orgasm. Imagine the shock on his face. Even if he survives, the experience may leave a lasting mark on his psyche. I can’t help but smile wickedly at the thought.

We shall see about it.

***

Early the next morning, Lucas took me to Prince Ryan’s room. Ryan was sitting on the edge of his bed with a blindfold on, waiting for my service. Lucas gestured for me to help Ryan up and guide him to the bathroom for his morning routine.

I struggled to contain the churning in my stomach as I beheld the man who had shamed me the day before, the remnants of yesterday’s taste and touch lingering in my memory.

Unaware of my presence, Ryan instinctively reached for a towel after washing his face. I handed it to him and our fingers briefly brushed. Ryan asked, “Jennifer?”

“It’s...it’s me,” I responded softly.

“I thought you were going to lock yourself away and cry for the whole day. How come you are so composed?”he muttered in surprise.

“Because tears won't be helpful. I heard a pro may get a house as a reward if she can serve the royal well,” I replied mockingly.

Prince Ryan didn’t say anything but frowned. I guess at this point his disdain for me was likely palpable. But I didn’t care about his contempt. If fortune favored me with an exit from the palace someday, I would need a place， my own place to live. The prospect of returning to my pack or facing my father and stepmother again was unbearable.

As Ryan finished cleaning his hands, he tossed the towel, and it landed squarely on my face.

“What the f…”I shut up timely before the word came out of my mouth.

Gathering the towel, I trailed behind Ryan as we exited the bathroom. Lucas stood in the cloakroom doorway, awaiting us.

“Sorry for being late,” I said.

“No problem. Put this on,” Lucas said, handing me a watch. “Given that you can’t use your phone when you serve His Highness, you may use this to keep track of time.”

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

“You’re welcome.”

As I fastened the watch, Lucas guided Ryan to a nearby chair. He started to teach me about shirt and tie care, color coordination, and appropriate attire for various events.

I was trying my hardest to learn when I heard Ryan’s mocking. “Don’t bother teaching this foolish girl, Lucas. She’ll leave once my vision returns. She won’t stay long.”

“You’re absolutely right, Your Highness.” Lucas responded, bowing his head.

From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a flicker of resentment and anger in Lucas’s stare. However, when I turned to face him directly, his expression appeared calm once more.

Did I read it wrong?