Semua Bab The Alpha Lycans Moonlight Secret: Bab 1 - Bab 10

She walked into the room and the world tilted. Aria. No. Not her. Couldn’t be. But the scent hit me like a memory ripped from the earth—wild air and crushed lilacs, fire and old rain. The scent I’d buried with my mate. The one I swore I’d never feel again. And yet here it was. Here she was. But younger. Softer. Unformed. The energy around her crackled faint and confused, like lightning beneath water. Not quite awakened, but close. I stared, unmoving behind the desk, my fingers curling against the cold stone. My grip anchored me as my body screamed to move. To go to her. To claim. No. She was seventeen. Not yet. Not now. My breath hissed through my teeth. And then her eyes met mine—silver, like moonlight and mirrors. Too bright for her age. Too old. She blinked like she’d been struck. I’d seen that look before. The first time my mate had seen me. “I’m Damon Thorn,” I said, keeping my voice low and smooth. A lie of composure. “You must be Aria Moonstone.”

Instantly, a ripple of heaven tore through my core and with one hand over gripping my left breast, and the other hand slowly circulating over the hardened nub of my clit between my dripping wet folds, my back arched into the air as thoughts of Mr Thorns full lips and hot tongue slowly lowering over my wet pussy. The thoughts of him grew stronger as I imagined him inserting a finger inside of me and I let out a moan so soft that I imagined him getting so hot he became uncontrollable. I imagined how he would sound during sex and imagined his husky moans and this sent me into overdrive. The gentle strokes over my nub and pinching my nipple drove to my core, thoughts of him over me and I felt my orgasm creeping up on me. I imagined him coming up over me and inserting his warm manhood inside of me and whispering in my ear, “you’re mine,” and with that, I didn’t realise I had said that out loud until I heard what sounded like a primal yelp in the night. The sound was a quick

The sunlight through my blinds came too early and far too bright. I blinked against it, groggy and warm under the blankets. For a moment, I just lay there, disoriented—caught somewhere between the vivid dream I barely remembered and the burn of something deeper, something still lingering in my chest. My phone buzzed against the nightstand. I blinked again, rolled over, and grabbed it. From: Damon Thorn Morning, Aria. Quick question—what coffee do you take? Allyssa—my assistant—is doing a coffee run for our weekend crew. Normally I’d just tell her, but I don’t give out anyone’s contact info without permission. So I figured I’d message you directly to make sure you felt included. Let me know what you like. She’s headed out in twenty minutes. I read it twice, heart thudding harder than it should have. It was… professional. But warm. And coming from Damon Thorn, it felt like an eclipse. I texted back quickly: “Good Morning, how thoughtful. Flat white with almond mi

she wasn’t trying to impress me. She was just interested. In me. Not the title. Not the tower. And every few minutes, some small touch—her hand brushing my arm when she laughed, her knee grazing mine as she shifted in her seat. Nothing calculated. But my body noticed everything. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, I was strung so tight with restraint that I had to take a long breath before stepping out of the car. We were escorted upstairs to a private rooftop table, hidden from the world. The city spread beneath us like a glowing sea. She slipped into the booth opposite me, her notebook resting beside her untouched. And then she smiled. Not the smile of a girl impressed by wealth or fine dining. It was real. Disarming. And I laughed—before I even realized it was happening. We talked business first. I gave her what I could—community efforts, scholarships funded through my media company, creative grants, and career mentoring initiatives. “Can I include this in the profil

This night was just…Wow.I don’t even know how to describe it.It didn’t feel real.I kept replaying everything over and over—the way he touched me, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room. Like he’d known me forever. Like he’d been waiting.And maybe… maybe he had.Damon Thorn—CEO of Thorn Media, secretive billionaire, literal walking god in human form—had kissed me like I was air and he’d been holding his breath his entire life.I leaned back in my seat as he paid the bill, barely able to string a full thought together.He confirmed what I’d been feeling since I walked into that glass tower.This connection. This pull.He felt it too.And then, out of nowhere, he’d asked me the weirdest question.“Do you know anything about werewolves?”It came out of nowhere. But it didn’t feel like a joke.I’d laughed it off at the time, but now—sitting beside him in his sleek black car, the city lights fading behind us—I couldn’t stop thinking about it.⸻The drive back wa