Luna Rossi: Alpha's Little Human Mate

The silence in my bedroom was suffocating. I had spent the last thirty minutes pacing the floorboards, unable to shake the restless energy that had settled under my skin since yesterday. When my phone finally buzzed against the nightstand, the sound cracked through the quiet like a gunshot.6:00 PM."Liam?" I answered, my grip on the phone tighter than necessary."Ready, Princess?"His voice was a deep rumble that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine."Don't call me that. It’s gross," I laughed, though the sound was breathless."I’ll be there in fifteen. Bring a jacket," he commanded, the authority in his tone effortless."Yes, Your Majesty," I retorted, hanging up before my heart could betray me further.I turned to the full-length mirror in the corner. My reflection stared back; shoulder-length brown hair tousled in a way I hoped looked intentional. Zara always said I was 'okay' looking, but tonight, my eyes seemed different. That strange blue-green mix, a legacy from a great-gr

Consciousness returned like a sledgehammer to the skull.My head wasn't just throbbing; it felt like my brain was being compressed by a vice, the pressure rhythmic and agonizing. I groaned, shielding my eyes before I even opened them, burying my face into the pillow that smelled faintly of... forest?Nausea rolled through me, a violent wave that had me scrambling out of bed. My legs felt like jelly, but I stumbled into the adjoining bathroom, collapsing before the porcelain throne. I retched, my stomach cramping painfully, but nothing came up. Just dry, burning heaves that left my throat raw.I slumped against the cold tile floor, gasping for air. What did I drink?Slowly, the room stopped spinning. I dragged myself up to the sink, splashing freezing water onto my face. When I finally looked into the mirror, I expected to see a wreck; bloodshot eyes, pale skin, the usual aftermath of sickness.Instead, the girl staring back at me looked... radiant.My skin was flawless, glowing with a

Dinner was an exercise in torture.Mum had cooked salmon and asparagus, filling the kitchen with savory aromas that should have made my mouth water. Instead, I pushed the food around my plate, acutely aware of the predator sitting next to me.Liam ate with a focused intensity, but his knee brushed against mine under the table every few minutes. Each contact sent a fresh wave of that addictive, humming warmth through my leg, making it impossible to focus on Mum’s endless chatter."So, Prom is coming up," Mum announced, her voice too bright. She looked between us, her eyes gleaming with matchmaking intent. "Luna, have you sorted out your plans?"I choked on a spear of asparagus, coughing violently. Liam’s hand was instantly on my back, rubbing soothing circles that felt like brands against my spine."Two weeks," I managed to rasp, reaching for my water."Has anyone asked you?" Mum pressed."Ehh..." I hesitated. Beside me, Liam went still. The hand on my back stopped moving. "There were

Zara’s car wove through the downtown traffic, a silver shark in a sea of minivans. We had spent the last two hours engaged in Zara's favorite sport: extreme window shopping.She finally pulled over in front of Velvet & Vine, a boutique that smelled like old money and pretension. Inside, the air conditioning was frigid, and the racks were sparse—the hallmark of a place where a single t-shirt cost more than my monthly allowance.Zara dove into the racks of silk and chiffon with the focus of a tactical commander. Lacking her enthusiasm and feeling the familiar throb of my bank account crying, I retreated to a moss-green velvet sofa in the corner.I was scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the sales assistant’s judgmental stare, when a shadow fell over me."Luna?"The voice was cool, cultured, and vaguely familiar. I looked up to see a woman with a sharp black bob and striking features standing over me. Her dark grey eyes widened as she looked at me—or rather, as she inhaled the a

Liam and Jack were waiting for me by the car, leaning against the sleek black metal like a pair of high-fashion bodyguards.I tightened my grip on my backpack strap. The idea of being trapped in a confined space with two werewolves—one being my ex-brother-turned-mate and the other my childhood tormentor—made my skin itch. But today was Liam’s last day living at the house before his official move to the city, and refusing him wasn't an option."Shotgun!" I called out, diving for the front seat before Jack could move."So," Liam said, sliding into the driver's seat. The engine purred to life, a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "Who are you going with?"I buckled my seatbelt, staring resolutely out the window. "Going where?""Prom," he clarified, his voice tight."I don't know yet," I lied, shrugging with feigned indifference."Why don't you just ask Liam?" Jack piped up from the backseat, leaning forward into the gap between our seats."Because, Jack... Liam is practical