THE BLIND PRINCESS SECOND CHANCE MATE

BLACKSTONE PACK Home to the wolf King Stein Tonight was a very important night in the pack. Wolves of age will the finding their mate. One of the most opulent hotels in the city has been chosen for this event and wolves from all over the country, and packs will be coming. An hour ago guests started to arrive and the large ballroom was chosen for this momentous occasion. Every one of the guests was formally dressed most of them flaunting their affluence. The King's daughter was also seeking to find her mate tonight and so every male wolf of importance seeking to further its social ladder was here tonight trying their lock as the princess's mate. The King was already in attendance discussing politics and wars with her second and other high wolves members from the other packs. Blackstone pack was the most revered and the strongest pack in the wolf community and that is why the King comes from the pack. In every corner of the room, people chatted among themselves with wines in their hands talking about everything from important things happening in the wolf world and outside, to inconsequential gossip in the different packs. One of such groups consists of young teen wolves barely grasping at adulthood. There were four of them, two boys and two girls each dressed exquisitely and exuded arrogance and self-entitlement. Their parents were all high members of the Blackstone pack which made them act and appear superior with their noses turned up at everyone around them. "Do you think she will come?" This question was asked by a tall slender girl, with sharp grey eyes, gorgeous features, and crimson hair cascading like the evening sun down her back in soft silky waves. She was the daughter of the Pack physician, a delta, and her mother was a beta making her family one of the elite in the pack. She goes by the name Brooklyn. She had a distasteful look on her face directed at the object of their gossip. Their hatred and disgust for this person could be seen in their faces. The rest of the group gave her a clueless look. They weren't close to who she was asking about and so can't say if she dares grace this occasion. They were all the same age and are expected to be here, but the girl in question despite being who she is wasn't wanted here. "Who will ever want a handicap for a mate?" another voice from the group mocked, throwing the group into a round of mocking laughter. The one that spoke was a guy, average in height, and that is not the only thing average about him. His looks, his built even his intelligence. His father is a beta, one of the Blackstone pack warriors, fourth in command, while his mother a nurse in the Pack hospital was an omega. He is annoying and an asshole most people can't stand him except for his clicks of friends who are assholes like him. His name is Xander. As they were cracking up from their friend's words, one laughter rang higher, it was shrill and high-pitched, attracting the attention of some of the guests in the room, but the stunning blonde with deep swirling chocolate brown eyes didn't seem to mind. She was a girl that thrived on attention. Everything she does is designed to bring attention to her even with what she is wearing tonight. A two-piece gown with a very scandalous top leaving nothing to the imagination. She was so beautiful that everyone in the Pack worships the ground she walked on and most of the male wolves her age wants to f**k her, but the one with the exclusive privilege was the tall handsome Adonis beside her. The boy's features were sculpted to perfection, aristocratic brows, high cheekbones, interesting smoldering pale blue eyes, slick dark brown hair, neatly styled backward, and parted at the side, strong jaw, and well trimmed and muscled frame. He was every female s*x dream. Everyone wanted him, a fact he knew too well and seemed to take advantage of. He was a player, something the girl beside him refused to see. To most people, Trace and Aria made the perfect couple. Only one female seems to disagree with this fact and that is because ever since she was but a little girl all she has ever wanted is to be Trace's wife. The only thing is that Trace has never given her the time of day. The girl in question was currently in her room decorated in the finest things money could buy, turning the large spacious room into a princess clove, getting ready for the night. Her beautiful room was one she had never gazed upon since she moved into the room. She wasn't always the King's daughter and only became a princess after her father took over the throne following the date of the previous King. Her father had been his trusted second and the most eligible for the throne. The beauty of her room had only been communicated to her by her friends. She has very few of those. She only needs to raise two fingers to count her friends. She was treated as an outcast in the pack because she was different. Losing her sight made it difficult to relate with people. They never know how to treat her. Even her parents have trouble dealing with their blind daughter. There were only two brave souls who risked their social standing in the pack to be friends with her and one of them was currently with her in her room helping her get dressed. Fiona has never needed help to do anything, being born blind meant that she had a lot of time to master doing things herself, but there has been one thing she has always needed someone to do for her. To validate her looks. She has never trusted anyone with this job except her two best friends. She trusted them to be honest with her and they have never disappointed her. Fiona abhors dishonesty, she has gotten a lot of that from her parents and the doctors when she was younger and they were seeking a solution to her illness. Her father being who he is in the pack had a lot of difficulties accepting that his only child wasn't perfect. They kept telling her she was going to be fine, but as she grew older, she realized what white lies those words were. Even though it was told to protect her the damage was already done. Fiona finds it difficult to believe anything her parents tell her or anyone else. The worse words she hates with every fiber of her being. 'Everything is going to be alright.' Whenever someone uses this phrase things never get better, so she has learned not to trust them. Her phone rang inside the room and she turned in its direction, but her best friend was already on it. "Who is it? " Fiona had one of the most beautiful voices anyone will be fortunate to hear. Golden and musical, spoken with such softness that it feels as if she is purring the words instead of speaking. "Your dad." Ciara said, giving Fiona her phone. She is beautiful dark skin with lovely honey brown eyes that radiate kindness. Her parents weren't part of the elite group in the pack. Her mother an omega was a teacher while her father was a delta and part of the King's warriors. Her phone was custom-made to make it easier for Fiona to use. "Hello." she answered softly. "Where are you?" her father asked impatiently on the phone. The ceremony has started and his daughter is yet to arrive. "I will be there soon." Fiona resisted the urge to sigh into the phone. Her face radiated sadness and reluctance. She didn't want to go to the party tonight. She has no delusions that anyone will want her for a mate, which fills her with so much pain and anguish. A face flashed across her eyes, making her heart twist. The face belonged to her childhood friend, a boy she had loved dearly even at that tender age but lost when she lost her sight and became the joke of the pack. Kids are cruel when one is different. "Don't linger, you need to be here before all the good and brave wolves are taken." her dad urged before he ended the call. The fact that her father believes her worthy of a good male wolf filled her heart with tenderness and sadness. Her eyes filled but she blinked back her tears. Shedding tears for something she can never change is a waste of time. She has long since lost hope in ever regaining her sight or being whole. She got to her feet and turned in the direction she believed her friend to be. "What is the Verdict? "