All Chapters of Moonbound by the Alpha’s Touch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE GIRLI woke up wet again.Not from sweat. From him.Shoving the covers off, I get out of the bed and wince at the slice of sunlight pouring in from the window.9:45 a.m. Shit!I rush to the bathroom and start to brush my teeth. Memories of last night’s dream invade my thoughts, and my body tightens in response. Skin still tingles from where he touched me, His breath was warm against my neck. His fingers didn’t ask,they claimed, worshipped, coaxed until I couldn’t take it anymore. Every time I wake up, I swear I can still feel his hand between my legs. My fingers drift across my thigh, recreating his touch in small invisible lines. I catch a reflection of myself in the mirror, lids heavy, head tilted back, mouth slightly open.No. No. No. I shake my head and snap back into the moment. I don’t have time for this. I’m already running late.I quickly rinse out my mouth and splash a handful of water across my face, but no amount of scrubbing will remove the ghost of his mouth on my sk

THE WOLFThe restaurant is too bright for my liking, lighting fixtures of different shapes and temperatures lit the room with a harsh whiteness. I blink once, then twice, resisting the instinct to shrink from the light. Even at night, humans still try to imitate the glory of the sun. Instead of embracing the beauty of the moon, they cling to this openness, it made them feel safe.I stare at my drink without sipping it, eyes fixed on the streets outside. I have done enough to blend in- trimmed the beard, bought the suit, pretended to be a professor. I think I look the part. Still, every time the door opens, I have to stop myself from tensing. The wolf inside me does not trust ease. Especially not here, in this place, where the air feels thin and the moon speaks in whispers.He wants to let loose, tear at the fabric sticking to my flesh and run wild, hunt. I inhale deeply, scenting the room again. Caramelized onions. Cheap wine. A woman’s perfume—floral, too loud. And underneath it all

THE GIRL“Tell me about last night, come on. Did you go back to his place?” Brittany whispers, voice low behind her cup’s paper sleeve.“Mmn mmn,” I mumble into my cup as we step out of Café Kora.“Is that a no? You didn’t get any vitamin D?” Her eyes are filled with curiosity. “Come on. Tell me.” “I will. Later,” I promise, embarrassed and hoping she can’t tell. “After my shift, I swear.” I nod. She gives me a knowing look but lets it go. “Okay, Lovie. See you later then.” With a smile and wave, she joins the group of pedestrians and crosses to the other side of the road. It’s a Saturday, and Brittany has rehearsals with some of her colleagues from theater class. I, on the other hand, have a full-day shift at the school library where I work part time. Not really for the money, my mum can give me enough of that. But—and this might sound unbelievable for a twenty two year old—because it’s quiet. I just needed the silence. The smell of books. The calm. Somewhere I could breathe witho

THE GIRLThere’s something about live theater. The raw, unfiltered emotion echoing through the space that settles the wildness inside me. Even if it’s just for a moment.When Brittany dances onstage in the second act, glowing under red and amber lights, I feel rush of pride. She’s actually really good. Confident. Radiant. Nothing like the girl who licks tequila salt off shot glasses and forces me into crop tops.After the final bow, I wait outside backstage while the cast pours out in clumps of sweat and glitter.“You killed it,” I tell her as she runs into my arms.“You saw me? Did I look hot?” she beams, fanning herself with a folded program paper. “Very,” I nod. “In a strong, feminist, Shakespeare-would’ve-blushed kind of way.”She laughs, pulling me toward the dressing rooms. “Let’s get ice cream. My treat. I want a big ass cone to celebrate.”We leave after she’s changed and almost glitter free. It’s a cool Sunday evening and the snow is softer beneath my feer. We’re halfway dow

THE WOLFThe dream slipped away, but the ache it left is still pulsing in my veins. I can’t decide whether to have a glass of water or alcohol to remove the thoughts from my mind.My hand tightens against the glass when I remember the shape of her body. The weight of her hips in the water. The way her mouth trembled when she begged me not to stop.I almost didn’t.Fuck. Mate. Claim!My wolf is furious that I did. That I pulled away when I had her open and trembling in my arms.She was ready for me. But I can’t take her yet. Not now.The shift hasn’t happened yet and if she awakens before she knows who she is, before she understands what she is, she might not be able to properly handle it. She’s half human and that makes her partly weak. I want to be there when it happens so I can guide my little wolf.I almost sprinted into the street yesterday when she did, but I had to calm down my wolf and relax. After all, she didn’t even need me, she had it all under control. I could feel it almo