My Alpha Mate Took My Eyes for His Mistress - Recap

Nova Sinclair, sister of the Lycan King, hid her royal identity to marry Alpha Damon Cross—only to wake blind, infertile, and wolfless after overhearing him sacrifice her for his mistress Ren. With her body broken and trust shattered, she escapes not to beg for mercy, but to reclaim power, truth, and vengeance.

Quick Info

• Platform: ShortMax
• Genre: Romance, Revenge, Supernatural, Drama, Betrayal

You wake up blind.

No warning. No soft light. Just cold metal under your palms—and Damon’s voice, echoing from across the room: “The eyes are already en route to Ren.”

You don’t remember the ambush. You don’t remember the needle. But you remember her—Ren—the omega girl you pulled from the slums, fed, clothed, taught to read. You remember stitching your wedding gown by hand, dreaming of Damon’s hands on your waist as Kane Sinclair, the Lycan King, presided over your ceremony.

You didn’t know Kane was your brother.
You didn’t know Damon had already signed your name away in blood and surgery logs.
You didn’t know “I love you” was always followed by “but I can’t lose Ren.”

My Alpha Mate Took My Eyes for His Mistress - You wake up blind.

They call her Nova Bennett now. Not Sinclair. Not princess. Not Luna.

Just Bennett—a name stripped of lineage, a title erased before the vows were spoken.

Damon plays the devoted Alpha: holding your hand, whispering promises, calling you “my blind girl.” But his beta hears him say: “Tell the healer to make her infertile too.” His healer begs to wait—“Her body is far too weak for any more surgery.” Damon replies: “Do what I say—or you know what happens to you.”

My Alpha Mate Took My Eyes for His Mistress - They call her Nova Bennett now. Not Sinclair. Not princess. Not Luna.

Ren doesn’t even want your eyes. She tells you straight: “They disgust me.” She tears your gown. She pours acid into your sockets—not to blind you further, but to mark you. To make sure you feel the burn after the surgery, so you’ll never forget who owns your pain.

At your own claiming ceremony? You’re dragged in a hospital gown. A veil hides “your ruined eyes.” A rogue wolf grabs you backstage—and you bite down hard, teeth sinking into flesh, because that’s the first thing you’ve taken back all week.

Then Ren walks in—smiling—and says: “She came on to me.”
And Damon looks at you like you’re already guilty.

My Alpha Mate Took My Eyes for His Mistress - They call her Nova Bennett now. Not Sinclair. Not princess. Not Luna.

Nova doesn’t break. She recalibrates.

She whispers “I remember your pulse”—not as memory, but as weapon. Her blindness isn’t loss. It’s tuning. Every breath, every hesitation, every tremor in a voice becomes data. She hides the ceremonial dagger before the wedding—not after. She presses her palm against Kane’s sigil not as plea, but as receipt: This is mine. I’m claiming it back.

Ren wears Nova’s stolen eyes now—and flinches when anyone holds her gaze too long.
Damon finds lies unraveling—Ren’s past, her injuries, her alibis—but Nova isn’t watching him scramble. She’s already gone. Already crowned in silence. Already deciding exactly how deep the reckoning goes.