All Chapters of Alora: My Hybrid Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alora POV“He is here again”, I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room. I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace. It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped. He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears. “Did you miss me”? He moaned into my ears.I gulped, nodded, and tried to look into his eyes but somehow I could not see his face. I desperately needed to see the face of the person who made my insides turn to puddles.I needed to look into his eyes. Were they dark, blue, brown, or hazel like mine? Then he began to trace his hands along my arms sending shivers down my spine. I whimpered and burrowed closer, but not close enough as I would have liked.Then a shrill sharp sound rented the air. It

Alora's POVMy eyes fluttered open to a white ceiling hanging above me. The ceiling didn’t look familiar because my room didn’t have one. I jerked to a sitting position. Then I noticed I was sitting on a massive king-sized bed with clean white sheets, and the lingering scent of Mr Bulky Ponytail. I didn’t know why I remembered his scent.I scanned the quiet room, my heart racing. The floor was polished to perfection. Everything about the room screamed wealth and class and I didn’t have any of that.I swallowed hard.Where the hell was I? And why was I here?Quietly, I slid my legs over the edge of the bed to the cold tiled floor. The moment my feet touched the floor, my knees buckled.“Sh*t!” I gasped, stumbling forward.The room tilted. My vision blurred, but I caught myself on the bedpost, breath ragged, heart pounding in my ears. I staggered to the bedpost for support as I began to think about how I'd gotten there. Then everything flashed before my eyes amidst a pounding headach

Alora’s POVSince my sudden departure from the orphanage where I grew up, I had encountered some vile and despicable men who did not have the right to live with humans in society, and I was tired of them treating me like trash simply because I was a poor orphan. I was tired of being treated like I was some piece of meat they needed to devour, or own.I was not the strongest, nor could I compare myself with those men who had tried owning a piece of me, but I was proud to say that none of them ever succeeded in their perverted acts, none of them had ever managed to break me. I was at my breaking point with these uncultured men and I would never stop fighting them, because I was tired of being hunted, tired of being a doormat, and tired of being treated like trash.Maybe that was why I overreacted, and went off on Mr. Bulky Ponytail the way I did. But somehow, I knew in my guts that he hadn’t meant to throw me into the wall as I blinked back to awareness. When I looked in his direction

Alora’s POVI pushed her away with all the force I could muster. “What are you doing”? I screamed, and my hand went to my chin to inspect for blood, but thankfully, there was none.I could swear I saw her eyes flash red as she stumbled backwards from my push and gasped.“What are you really? “ She growled, advancing towards me. She looked menacing with her angry face, her blonde hair covered part of her face while her whole body vibrated with anger.Who were these people? Why were they acting weird? What was with me today really? I couldn’t stop being violent, but that was expected given I was taken from my home against my wish.“I do not owe you any explanation” I replied, holding her stare. Before I could process what was going on, she pinned me down on the bed, and knelt close with one knee between mine. Then she sniffed at me like a wild beast. I flinched and turned my face away.“Your scent is not entirely that of a werewolf, and it is not that of a human either”, she said, surpri

Alora’s POVHe was here again with me in the room…I felt him when he came in. He looked worried and the energy radiating from his body was sad. I felt a pang of pity and my heart constricted. What could have made him so sad? I needed to soothe his sadness away. He came close to where I was lying. I could feel the heat radiating from him…warm and comforting as always. I still could not see his face. He felt closer and more familiar than ever. His scent teased my nostrils…that musky woody scent that accompanied him wherever he was near. I had begun to feel heady with want. My insides turned to mush as he reached out and touched me, wrapping his large hands around me. I held onto his hands like a lifeline. “I need to see your face” I whined, but he said nothing except groan…no, that was a moan. His scent was getting stronger and intoxicating, but he was letting go of me.“No, please stay with me” I whimpered, holding onto his hands that were leaving my grasp. I had no control over it.