The Luna Who Lost the Alpha's Love

"Love and largehearted added together leave a deep mark that were not easy to hide," Recheal spoke in his resonant voice.

Beckett is ready to leave for another class hoping to have a beautiful glimp of Sophia's arrival in the campus. She has a mesmerising beauty in the whole campus.

The dimples on her radiant cheeks pierces Beckett's thumping heart like an prick of arrow, leaving him breathless every time she smiles. Her cool voice wave through in whenever she smiles.

Her gentle glow illuminates the space around her, and he finds himself helplessly entrance by the warmth of her presence.

Her giggling is so powerfully bumping on Beckett's young heart. He cannot help shattering his purple day dreams. She knows very well about this desperate emotional moments, yet never responds.

Beckett habitually selects the seat behind Isabella's in class, surreptitiously allowing him to catch in the sight of her. The sight in which Sophia is not present doesn't fit in his eyes. He is over head and heals in love with her.

Meanwhile, his vivid imagination runs rampant, transporting him to a place where he sits face to face with her. Sophia's smiles and dimple cheeks are never out of his sight.

In his mind's eye, he envisions himself basking in the radiance of her smile in his leisure, mesmerized by the symphony of her chime, and giggle. His heartbeat gets boosted whenever she comes around him.

He is addicted to enveloping in the warmth of her captivating presence in the campus.

Today, she is absent in the campus because of some of the guests are arriving her home. And here Beckett's mind racing elsewhere, bursting with fears.

Beckett's eyes turns back as his imagination flight works, but return back disappointedly as he finds none.

As the bell rang, Logan Benjamin Lee stacks his books and files on the table, speaks briefly about meeting the assignment deadlines, and leaves the class quickly.

Meanwhile, Sophia and her friends are making plans to spend this weekend at the beach. Beckett overheard their plan and feels jealous of George's presence aming them

Beckett, is lost in thought, was contemplating ways to spend the weekend with Sophia, his first crush, his sweet thoughts. All the time, he wishes to be in the company of his sweetheart.

Though he loves her so much, he is unable to utter a single word before her. He makes his mind, 'Today I'm going to speak my emotions to her."

The more he thinks about her, the more his stomach growls with nervousness and anxiety, and he adjusts his glasses again and over again.

Beckett struggles to make eye contact with Sophia, and whenever he gets, he forgets what to say, and she disappears into the crowd before he can muster the courage to approach her.

He never finds the confidence to express his feelings openly or spontaneously, or overcame his nerves. His all advances go astray.

"Hello, Becky, what's up?" Sophia's cool voice thrills his heart through alert ears and he feels the beat in his head.

He clears his throat swallows the lump and speaks, "nothing particular," Beckett speaks. "I want to discuss an issue with you, will you, plz?" Sophia's voice lowers.

They walk together to a bench beside the library wall and sit comfortably.

"My dad and mom are going to outstation, and there's no body at home to prepare my breakfast in the morning." Sophia's speaks without stopping. Beckett at once replies, "I'll bring, and we both have together every day." Beckett:s heart knows no bounds.

Sophia's agrees and speaks out a commitment for collective payments.

Beckett hesitates a moment or so but yeilds to her polite request.

it's actually convenient for both of them because they have first combined lecture in the second floor twice a week.

Every day they have good fun with light breakfasts heartily, eager to ser the next day, too. Beckett's heart is filled with unforeseen fears and resentments.