Offered To The Supreme Alpha

CHAPTER FOUR

"Wait," I said desperately as Blood Moon guards moved to escort me to their waiting vehicles. "My mother. I need to say goodbye to her."

And to my surprise, they allowed it. Mom pushed through the dispersing crowd, tears streaming down her face. We clung to each other, both knowing this might be the last time we'd meet as free women.

"Come with me," I begged. "Please, Mom."

She shook her head, cupping my face in her hands. "I can't. Not yet. But I'll find you when the time is right." She pressed her forehead to mine, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The Blood Moon territory is the safest place for you now."

"Mom…"

"I love you," she said fiercely.

A guard cleared his throat meaningfully. Our time was up.

As they led me to the waiting caravan of black SUVs, I looked back one last time at the pack that had never truly been my home. My father stood tall and indifferent, Luna Bellamy smugly satisfied beside him.

Fiona wore a triumphant smile, her arm linked possessively with Gideon's. Only Henry looked distressed, one step forward as if he might intervene, but he was held back by the warning hand of another guard, which his mother had obviously sent.

And my mother—watching me go with a mixture of heartbreak and something else. Something that looked almost like... relief.

The car door closed, sealing me in darkness once more. As we pulled away, I realized I still had no idea what awaited me at the Blood Moon Pack.

Or had I simply exchanged one prison for another?

My wolf stirred within me, no longer restless but... alert. Ready. As if she sensed something I couldn't yet see.

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It's been three days since I have been here and I haven't set my eyes on my husband yet but tonight I heard he's coming and I'd been patiently waiting in my bedroom, or our bedroom.

But ever since I got here, many things have been weird. It doesn’t seem like the rumors. Even the rumors said that Lorcan had been banished to the coldest part of the pack, but surprisingly, when I arrived, I found out that he lived in one of the biggest houses—even bigger than the one the Alpha lived in.

He wasn’t banished and was treated with respect. And what surprised me most is that once it's eight o'clock in the evening all lights would suddenly go off. I found it weird but…

But that’s not the problem here. The problem is that we are to have our first night together today, and I… am scared.

I didn’t even know how it’s done, as I refused to give my body to Gideon until we were married. And my husband is a blind man. How will he even be able to… do it?

Will he even know where to enter?

Oh God! What sort of creepy thought is this?

The door burst open, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, but it wasn’t my husband. It was a young lady carrying a tray of fruit, cheese, and wine.

"Compliments of the kitchen," she said, placing it on a nearby table.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

I barely had time to calm my racing heart when the door opened again, and this time, the very air in the room seemed to change, growing heavier, charged with an indefinable energy.

The scent hit me first—pine and mountain stone, with undertones of something wild.

“What’s happening to me?” I wondered, trying to suppress the strange tingling sensation spreading through my body. “Why am I feeling like this?”

My chest began to beat faster, and I could hear it loud enough.

And then I saw him.

Thorne Logan.

He filled the doorway, his broad shoulders and imposing height making the spacious room feel suddenly small. His face could have been carved by the goddess herself—strong jawline, high cheekbones, and lips that held a naturally stern set.

His hair was as black as midnight, contrasting sharply with his fair skin and he’s holding a sophisticated cane.

He doesn't look blind, even the cane he was holding doesn't look like a blind man's own…it makes him look more…. fashionable.

But it was his eyes that captured me completely. They were the most startling shade of blue I'd ever seen—like the deepest part of a glacier, bright yet somehow distant, looking in my direction but not quite focusing.

"He can't possibly be my husband," I thought, unable to reconcile this godlike figure with the cruel, disfigured man I'd imagined.

I wasn't expecting him to be this good-looking.

And then my wolf howled within me: MATE!

The shock nearly made me gasp aloud. My mate? This couldn't be. The Goddess wouldn't be so cruel as to bind me to a man I was forced to marry for political reasons. Yet my wolf was certain, straining against my control, desperate to claim what she recognized as ours.

I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to remain silent. I couldn't tell anyone—not when I was supposed to be wolfless. How could I explain knowing he was my mate without revealing my secret?

The maid then asked, "Will you be requiring anything else this evening?"

The man, no, I mean my husband turned slightly toward her voice. "That will be all, Elara. You may retire for the night."

His voice sent shivers down my spine—deep and commanding, with a richness that seemed to resonate in my very bones.

As Elara left, closing the door softly behind her, realization fully dawned on me. This intimidating man was indeed Thorne Logan. My husband. My mate. And now, we were alone in the room.

The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. Thorne made his way to a chair near the fireplace, and I wondered how he was able to find his way.

He must have been here several times.

"You're staring," he said without turning toward me, his voice betraying no emotion.

"I…I’m sorry," I stammered, heat rising to my cheeks. "I just... I didn't expect..."

"A monster?" The corner of his mouth twitched, though whether in amusement or irritation, I couldn't tell.

"No! That's not what I meant." I twisted the silk sheets between my fingers. "I just... this is all very new to me."

He nodded once. "For us both."

"Yeah. That's right."

The awkwardness was unbearable. I needed to do something, anything, to break this strange tension.

"I think I'll take a bath first," I announced abruptly, then immediately regretted how childish I sounded.

Thorne inclined his head slightly. "As you wish."

Taking a deep breath, I slipped from the bed and began to undress, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my nightgown. I knew he couldn't see me, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His head was turned slightly in my direction, those unseeing blue eyes somehow making me more self-conscious than if he'd been staring directly.

He's blind, I reminded myself firmly.

I let the silk nightgown fall to the floor, standing completely naked. Then I turned toward the bathroom, taking a step forward when suddenly, the room plunged into darkness.

The light just went off.

"What…?" I gasped, startled by the sudden blackness.

Was it eight o'clock already? No, I don't really think so.

I fumbled blindly for my phone on the nightstand, but in my disorientation, I tripped over something, perhaps the edge of a rug. I didn't even know.

I braced myself for impact with the hard floor, but it never came—only to realize that a strong arm had caught me, pulling me against a solid chest.

The contact sent electric shocks through my entire body, my skin tingling where it pressed against his. I looked up, ready to thank him for saving me, but then I froze in shock as I realized that in the darkness, Thorne's eyes were glowing.

And they were looking directly into mine, focused and clear.

"Y-you can see!?" I accused, my voice higher than usual.

"My human eyes are blind," he said, his voice cool and controlled. "Not my wolf's. So yes, I can see more clearly in darkness.”

"What?!!!" I blinked, processing his words, and also realizing that I was still… naked.