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The Blind Alpha's Desire

Lyra, an orphaned heir of the crescent pack has lived for years with her father's former beta and her cousin Emery, feeling unsafe and unwanted. On the night she turns eighteen, she hopes to finally mate with Adrian, the wolf she loves. Instead, Lyra is rejected by Adrian, the Beta of the Nightfang pack and twin brother to Alpha Triston. Lyra is also poisoned by her cousin Emery and dies. Lyra's wakes up reborn as a moon goddess. She stumbles on Triston, the blind Alpha lycan of the Nightfang pack, who claims her as his fated mate. Lyra becomes Tristons Luna and passionate lover. But the twin who broke her heart returns to her seeking her love, so that together, they may kill Alpha Triston and rule over Nightfang and Crescent. Will Lyra choose her first love or her true mate.
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Chapter 1

(Lyra's POV)

"Woohoo...finally!" 

I say while I spin on my heel with my heart beating so fast.

I hear tonight, Adrian will get to choose a mate from the Crescent pack.

I have been waiting eighteen years for tonight. Adrian will finally claim me as his fated mate. He will be mine, and I will be his. My Adrian. My first love.

The door opens.

It's Adrian. 

Twin brother to Alpha Triston of the Nightfang pack, he barely talks about him.

I met Adrian when I was sixteen. A servant in the Crescent royal garden. 

He just finished from a meeting with the Alpha of Crescent. We talked and it felt like we had known ourselves all our lives. 

We met secretly every other day. With each conversation, our bond became stronger. 

Two things I'm very sure of? Adrian's love for me, and Adrian's love for power. 

Sometimes, I would be confused as to which he loved most. My heart would say me of course.

Adrian would whisper sweet promises to me of how when I turned eighteen, he would claim me his mate and we wouldn't need to hide anymore. 

And finally, the day had come.

He walks into the room. 

He stands tall. His shoulders so broad. His sleek brown hair so thick, his pink lip looks so kissable...

"urghhh". 

He looks more irresistible than ever and every glance pulls me in. I can already feel my water park dripping.

He steps closer towards me. I let my eyes linger on him, long enough to say...

"You're late" 

He lifts his brow. "No, I'm not. You couldn't wait, could you?"

He holds my hands, then my waist. He pulls me in, closer.

"My Lyra. I have dreamt of this very moment." 

He says as his hands gently find its way around my ass.

My gaze flickers.

He leans in. His lips brushing my ear.

"No one's here. Not yet. The elders won't arrive for another hour. We have time."

The Crescent elders are the silent power behind the throne.

Ancient wolves whose words carry so much wisdom and power. 

I always bow my head to stay invisible when they passed.

I look at Adrian. 

"Time for what?" I knew, of course. My body already sang in response.

"To make you mine" he says, as his fingers begin to loosen the ties of my simple linen dress.

"I'm scared Adrian, what if someone...?"

'No one will." His voice is a promise, a command. 

"They're all preparing, so I can claim you my fated mate."

My dress loses. Sliding from my shoulders leaving me bare to my waist. 

The night air kisses my skin. 

I look at Adrian but our eyes don't meet. His gaze is on my body. His hands, rough but tender, cupped my breasts. 

I gasp softly as his thumbs grazed my nipples, already hard and craving for his touch. 

I feel my knees shaking, and I sway into him, needing his support.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"So incredibly beautiful."

He lowers his head, tracing a path down my neck with his tongue.

His breath is hot against my skin.

I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his thick, soft hair.

"Adrian..." 

My voice is a desperate plea.

He lifts up his head. 

Then he kisses me, deeply, fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth. 

I meet him with equal fervor, my tongue intertwines with his.

He breaks the kiss. 

His lips trails down my throat, across my chest, pausing to suckle at one nipple. I cry out with a soft sensation of pleasure. 

His mouth is hot and wet. His tongue swirling around my areola. He moves to my other breast. 

My body responds. 

I am wet. 

So incredibly wet.

"You're ready for me, aren't you, little wolf?"

 he rasps softly while he loses the remaining ties of my dress. 

Completely naked, I feel exposed, yet cherished. 

This is my first time and I have never felt this way before.

He removes his own clothes with practiced ease. His body lean and muscled, is a work of art in the moon light. 

The hard planes of his chest, the tautness of his stomach, the thick bulge between his legs took my breath away.

He pulls me back into his arms. His hips against mine, my breast against his chest. His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass, lifting me up slightly. 

I wrap my legs around his waist, my inner thighs brushing against his erection.

"Aauuuhhh!" I whimper softly.

He walks me backwards and lays me down gently on the ancient oak. 

His hands slide between my legs, his fingers finding the slick entrance to my core. He strokes, teasing, circling. 

My hips involuntarily thrust forward. 

"Adrian, please..."

His fingers delve deeper, finding my clit, circling it, flicking it.

"uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" I moan as pleasure spreads through me.

My legs spread wider.

"You taste so sweet," he whispers, his finger brings some of my wetness to his lips. His hard cock presses against my slick opening.

"It's...my first time."

He pauses, his eyes soften slightly.

"I know, my love." He leans down and kisses me tenderly.

"I'll be gentle. Just breathe." 

He pushes in slowly, 

carefully.

I feel a stinging pain and I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shh, it's alright," he whispers softly. 

He waited, letting me adjust, his body still, his breath mingling with mine. 

The pain subsides; I feel a stretching fullness, a delicious pleasure.

"You're so tight," he says as he begins to move again. 

He deliberately sticks his cock deeper. 

He pulls back almost entirely, and then pushes forward again, a slow, rhythmic motion building a new kind of pleasure. 

Our bodies melt together as he picks up the pace. Each stroke is more insistent and powerful.

"Mmmmmmmm, right there." I moan.

"Look at me, Lyra" he commanded. 

I meet his gaze. He drives into me, again and again, deeper, faster. My climax hit me like a tidal wave.

"Uuhh hgrrr..." he groans as he plunges into me one last time, spilling his sperm deep inside me. 

He collapses on me, his body shaking with the force of his release.

My body still thrummed, I feel utterly complete, utterly his.

Our eyes meet once again, both our faces wearing soft smiles, dripping in pleasurable sweat.

"Mine," I whisper into his ears, waiting for his response. But he keeps silent. 

He says nothing...

"The elders and pack are waiting Adrian; we need to go back. It's time for you to claim me as your fated ma..."

I freeze. I hear footsteps. Heavy. Fast. Someone's coming...

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