Sightless

This is a love story but with a lot of sex scenes involving dominant males and docile females who have little freedom to consent. It is different to my other works where the females are strong characters but as usual, there is a purpose for these submissive females in this universe.

There is frequent mention of bullying and mistreatment of female lead because of her being considered weak due to her lack of sight. Her suffering is important to the storyline, just wait till the end.

2035 NEW KURT, NORTH CAROLINA

The long-awaited supernatural war of modern times was finally over. The loss of life amongst supernaturals was unprecedented. As the survivors mourned the loss of those who had fallen and hugged the ones who had survived the carnage, the elders gathered to record the event for their respective history books.

One such conclave of elders was meeting at the pack house of New Kurt. The kingdom of the Omega Queen had been pivotal in winning the war and now their queen was doing something that had never been done before in the history of wolfkind. She was letting the losing kingdoms have an input in the recording of the war.

The New Kurt elder was reasoning with the others who were refusing to accept the losing parties in the conclave.

“Recording their argument for the war will corrupt the minds of the future generations when they read our history books,” argued an elder from Azzure Wolf.

“Exactly. Exposing our young to the cause of the defeated is like we never won and their teachings still prevail,” shouted another.

“That is a ridiculous statement,” the Hydutay elder groaned, “even if we don’t record it, their teachings can always be passed down through word of mouth. Besides, this is a different millennium from the last war. There are thousands of ways that the opposition’s teachings can be passed on.”

“We cannot control everything that has been saved on every server, portable hard drive or even on the dark web. Not to mention the thousands of printouts that we couldn’t locate,” Elder Kevin argued.

“Exactly why we don’t need to record it. They have already recorded their beliefs and teachings and we should record ours. We don’t need to worry about their lines of ancestry and their geology. What use could that be anyway? They are insignificant to the future.”

Everyone agreed and tapped the table to show their support for their last argument. The loud chats of ‘here, ere’ echoed throughout the room as Elder Garrett and Elder Kevin gave each other a knowing look. When they looked at the one elder who had helped turn the tide in their favour, they found him looking pensive. He was sitting with his fingertips touching as he steepled them while he contemplated everyone’s opinions.

It didn’t take long for the others to notice the change in the mood of the youngest member at the table. Gradually, everyone fell silent.

Everyone was waiting for him to give the verdict. Because his opinion was the only one that truly mattered.

Elder Lyle sighed heavily and started to speak with authority.

“My mother and father shared a common ancestor three hundred years ago,” the enigmatic supernatural with the ability to do unimaginable things started to explain. “This common ancestor wasn’t a gifted supernatural or a descendant of Anya. She wasn’t even a high ranker, let alone an Alpha born. She was a simple Omega who marked a mate and procreated at a time when wolfkind was almost going extinct. She was one of the many daughters of her Omega parents who saved our species from extinction. Somehow, her parents raised daughters who changed the fate of werewolves by birthing the next generation when females didn’t even have heats.”

He stopped speaking and looked in the eyes of everyone at the table. Some had their mouth’s open and some had their eyes almost popping out of their heads. No one could believe that such a mighty warrior came from a line that started with an Omega.

“I will never know how or why I have my powers and if I really am a descendent of our most revered ancestor. I shall always be in the dark about it and so shall my future generations. All because someone thought it wasn’t important to record the lives of Omegas.”

He placed his right hand on the table, palm down, and continued. “I vote for recording the history of everyone. Of the winners and the losers, the brave and the fearful, the mighty and the insignificant, in equal detail. For without the guiding light of the sacrifices and victories of those that are erased by time, we will enter the future like we are stumbling in the dark.”

One by one, everyone placed a palm on the table.

“Here, here,” said Elder Kevin.

“Here, here,” said every other elder in the room.

1711 AQMOLA REGION, EURASIAN STEPPES

Little, five-year-old Assel sobbed hysterically in her mother’s arms as the blind Luna Ardana hugged her only child one last time.

“I don’t want to go, Mother, please stop them,” Assel grabbed her mother’s clothes with her little hands and tried to cling on with all the might her little body could manage.

“Take her, please,” her mother sobbed and gave her a tight squeeze before Assel felt their Beta’s large hands grab her body.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, she grabbed hard with her little fingers and she kicked and bucked in an attempt to free herself from the strong male’s arms.

She needed to feel her mother. Needed the warm embrace that made her feel protected, cherished and never not enough. She inhaled her mother’s scent as she gulped in air between her sobs and the smell of lilies filled her senses.

As she was pulled away, her fingers scraped the soft skin of her mother’s shoulder reminding her of the silken bedsheets in her grandmother’s room. And when her hold gave way and she was tugged free from the one person who understood her struggles, she managed to pull away a small tuft of her mother’s silky smooth hair in her tiny little fist.

With one last tug from the Beta, Assel felt her hold on her mother slip away completely as she was hoisted on a shoulder and carried away kicking, screaming, sobbing and begging to be let back into her mother’s embrace. Even though she had no idea why she felt that way, Assel knew that it had been the last time she would feel her mother.

Just like that morning had been the last time she had felt her father.

Samal had to run to keep up with her mother and siblings. Even though her small legs were struggling to keep up with the rest of the family, no one had time to wait for her. All of them had felt it, the little snap that made them feel restless. The part that was connected to their Alpha and made them feel like a pack, had disappeared a few minutes earlier, throwing the pack wolves into a frenzy.

Everyone knew what that meant and if their strong Alpha couldn’t keep the attacking human army at bay, there was no hope for the rest of them.

“Hurry up, Samal,” her mother shouted as Samal gathered her skirt in her hands and ran towards the pack house.

Through the throng of omegas rushing into the safety of the largest dwelling, Samal noticed a large four-horse-drawn carriage waiting at the entrance as the Beta tried to get an almost feral-looking Assel into the carriage.

“Let me go! Mother! I want Mother!!” Samal’s friend was screaming as the Beta was trying his best to wrangle the child who was putting in her all to resist him.

As Samal’s family neared the entrance, Assel smacked her head on the doorframe of the carriage and blood gushed from her forehead but she didn’t stop fighting and didn’t stop screaming.

“Calm down, Assel!” The large Beta finally snapped and shook the little girl so hard that Assel stopped moving from the sheer shock of how he had dared to treat an Alpha born. She stood there, terrified, tears streaking down her face as she tried to make sense of the restlessness of her wolf and the chaos that she couldn’t understand.

Born sightless like her mother, she was terrified and confused as her usually sharp sense of hearing got overwhelming for her.

“Stop!” Samal was only two years older than Assel but she knew a lot more about the isolated and sheltered wolf that was their Alpha’s only offspring. When everyone else gave Assel looks of disappointment, Samal had befriended her. They played together whenever Assel was allowed outside the confines of the pack house and Samal knew the way Assel compensated for her missing vision.

Samal stood in front of Assel and peered into her icy blue, almost white eyes. “Assel, there is no need to panic. There is an attack on the border. Everyone has to get to safety so that the warriors and guards can focus on fighting the enemy without worrying about saving the lives of us weak ones. The the best way you can help your mother, is by staying hidden and safe.”

Assel stood there sobbing as she took in the commotion surrounding them. She focused on the sound of scrambling footsteps and the mixtures of scents surrounding her and forced herself to calm down.

Somehow, Samal’s eyes happened to fall on the contents of the horse carriage. She could make out piles and piles of books and scrolls dumped on the carriage floor like someone had loaded them in a rush. Her breath caught as she realised what it meant. They were saving their histories…..

Samal’s mother seemed to have seen the same thing and she came to the same conclusion as Samal. She placed a firm hand on her daughter’s shoulder and addressed the Beta. “Beta, let my Samal go with Assel. She will keep her calm during the journey and she will help her wherever you are sending Assel.”

Samal whipped her head around to look at her mother’s face but her usually docile Omega mother looked determined to save her daughter.

Samal started to cry but her mother gave her shoulder a tight squeeze before pushing her towards Assel. “Go now,” she said in an emotionless voice. “Stay together and take care of each other. No matter what happens, do not leave each other’s side.”

The Beta watched on in silence as a sobbing Samal gave her mother a tight hug that wasn’t returned, moved to hold Assel’s hand and turned her towards the carriage entrance. “One step forward, carriage step is at your thigh level,” just like she had seen their Luna guide Assel, she helped her friend grab a handle to pull herself forward and guided her to settle in a seat.

When she turned around, to see the pack entrance, she saw their Luna, staring into oblivion with her sightless ice blue eyes and inhaling the scent of her only child one last time while her own Omega mother stood beside the Luna, holding her other children close as she silently cried.

“What do you see Samal?” Assel asked in a croaky voice.

Samal watched the driverless carriage pull away as the Beta smacked the haunches of the lead horse. She wiped her tears and steadied her voice before she answered.

“I see our mothers standing at the pack house door, smiling and waving us goodbye.”