Chapter 3: MEETING AN ALPHA

3: MEETING AN ALPHA

SELENE

What in the hell just happened right now? There was a serious pounding in my head as I sat there on the floor, heart thumping in my chest, cloth soaked in blood.

Everything felt intense for no reason, the sunlight was too bright, and the birds were chirping too loud.

Even the breeze against my skin felt too harsh for my liking, it was like my sensitivity to everything had increased…

I gasped as my hands flew to my belly, my baby!

If I was brought back, what about my baby, what are the chances that my baby was saved too?

I anxiously felt around my stomach, trying to sense my child within me, was it still alive? I wanted so badly for it to be alive, please, Lunar!

“I told you, Lunar does not heed your requests!” a small windy voice whispered.

It felt more like a thought originating inside my head than an outside voice speaking to me.

I gasped and spun around, this was the second time I had heard it, but there was nobody around me, I was all alone, in a pool of my own blood.

“Who are you?” My voice was hoarse and very weak.

“Do you wish to know that or do you wish to know about your baby?” the internal voice answered.

I gasped and my eyes widened, “Please, tell me that my baby is alright, tell me my baby is safe too!” I prayed for it, I was wishing it into being, please Lunar, let my baby be alright!

“Your baby is dead!” there was no empathy whatsoever behind the voice, it said it as dryly as it said every other thing it said.

“Oh no,” I fell on my face and began to sob and whimper, tears poured down my cheeks as I clenched my bloodied stomach in both hands.

This could not be happening, my child was stolen from me, by the father of all people, how could Alpha Lucas be so wicked as to kill his own child?

The cold tip of a sharp blade pressed into my back and my entire body stiffened.

“Get to your feet… slowly!” a deep voice bellowed from behind me.

My cries caught in my throat and I stopped sniffling and suddenly opened my eyes wide. The last of the tear drops rolled down freely and dropped to the forest ground.

Carefully and slowly, just like the voice had instructed, I got to my feet. Who was it? Was Alpha Lucas back to finish the job?

“Turn around… slowly,” the voice commanded again.

I could still feel the tip of the blade pressing against my back as I slowly turned around, the pointy edge scraping softly against the fabric of my clothes as I spun.

As soon as I was facing forward, the blade moved quickly from my belly and went to my neck and pressed against it softly but firmly.

My eyes were bloodshot because of all the tears that I had shed and I was burning with anger when I finally looked up at my attacker.

The man was tall, roguishly handsome with a square jaw and long dark hair that fell all the way to the back of his neck.

His most striking feature apart from his face, which seemed to have been crafted by the goddess of beauty herself, was a pair of menacing blue eyes that held my gaze and stared at me with suspicion.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” he asked in that same deep voice that sent a tingle down my spine.

The blade that he was holding was long, about five inches in length, broad, and had teeth like a bread knife and it was pressed against my neck.

I could feel blood dripping from where the blade made contact with my skin, it was so sharp that just a gentle press was enough to nick me.

The aggression and anger never left my face, I didn’t know who the handsome stranger was but he was in my way, he was an obstacle that needed to go.

“Kill him!” the thin voice whispered.

He finally broke eye contact and looked me over, pausing slightly when he saw the blood stains on my clothes.

That was my opening, his momentary lapse in concentration, I waved up my left hand and knocked his knife-holding hand clean from my throat and then brought forth my claws and went straight for his eyes.

The man leaned backward agilely, stopping my claws from scooping out his eyes and he shoved me backward with his other hand, putting some distance between him and me.

I staggered before regaining my balance and then I snarled and came at him again.

I didn’t know what was going on but the instant we started fighting, the scent in the environment started to change.

The scent of dried blood and forest soil was replaced with the smell of Moon Flowers and raw hormones, combining together to create a very potent and stimulating scent.

I closed the distance between the both of us, swiping wildly with my claws, trying to peel the skin off his bones and hurt him for daring to put a dagger on me.

The man was agile too, weaving left and right, avoiding my attacks but at the same time, not trying to attack again.

I didn’t care, if he was not going to fight back, then he would die where he stood.

I leaped in the air and he abandoned his dagger and caught me, spun around and slammed my back into a nearby tree, and pressed closely onto me, pinning me to the tree.

The scent of raw hormones from up close was irresistible and I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to fuck this man and not kill him.

He held me firmly, as he leaned in close, his

nose sniffling my neck as he brought his face close to mine then he growled, “Mate!”