I Am The Luna

I hated her too, Melanie… just as much as Lawrence did. She gave me away… she cared far more for Zaia, keeping her with her, whilst giving me away with ease.

I’m no Alpha…

I’m not a good person…

I am a killer and I’m alright with that.

I hear her move and, unable to sleep, I stand up, deciding to check up on her. She’s been quiet for far too long.

Slipping out the doors, I walk to her balcony door, I need to change these locks on a day she’s not home. The security in this place is terrible, but it’s also the perfect place to blend in….

I glance through the crack in the curtains, making sure to stay hidden as I see her walk towards the kitchen counter. That’s when she comes into view properly… clad in an oversized shirt, fuck why does that look so damn sexy?

She’s gorgeous… and the shirt clings to her breasts lightly. Seeing her naked is an image that won’t be removed from my mind and once again it’s at the front of my mind. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She’s a deadly turn–on….

She stretches, her shirt riding up and I get a view of her ass in tiny briefs.

Opening the fridge, she suddenly pauses, and I swiftly move back, knowing she sensed me watching. I silently make my way back into my own apartment, making sure there are no gaps in the blinds as I

stand there beside the glass door.

I hear her open the door from her apartment, her heart racing and I smirk internally, suddenly sliding the door open and she jumps startled.

Her heart is racing, and I step ever so slightly closer.

“Well done. At least you’re beginning to pay attention to your surroundings.” I remark, looking down at her. Those lips would look so good around my cock…

“I can sense you better than others.” She says, running her fingers through her hair, but her voice is shaky. “I swear for a moment I thought… I thought he’s back.”

Oh, Little Mate… he’s dead and ten feet under…

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“No one will be able to break you anymore,” I promise quietly, seeing the glitter of unshed tears in her eyes.

She nods as she hugs herself and I realise she’s not ok… a closer look shows her eyes are puffy.

She’s been crying… she’s tired, meaning she didn’t get much rest either.

“I know…” she says, “so I win this round, right? I noticed you?”

“I guess you did,” I reply, not that I was playing today… I had just gotten. distracted by the desire to see her.

She’s quiet for once, her head lowered but the slight tremble of her shoulders. makes me reach for her… although touching her is as dangerous as it is enticing… curling my fingers under her chin, I force her head up to see the tears shimmer in her eyes.

That bastard has fucked with her head… this morning was proof of that, the puffy eyes and the tears that are now threatening to fall once again anger me. If I could, I’d resurrect him and kill him far slower this time.

“Don’t cry, Little Mate, it makes me want to spill blood,” I whisper, making her eyes widen before a small smile crosses her lips.

“You’re insane… but somehow… that did make me smile,” she admits quietly, wrapping her arms around herself even tighter.

“Good to know the thought amuses you. Especially since it seems you are constantly drawn to finding me…” I remark emotionlessly.

That gorgeous smile falters and she blushes a little more, and she shakes her head.

“Whatever, umm, so, do you want some coffee? I was… about to make some, she tenses, her eyes widening and she’s about to backtrack when I step out onto the balcony. Leaning closer to her, I inhale her seductive scent, my nose brushing her ear. Her breath hitches and I almost smirk in satisfaction.

No matter how much she tries to deny it, she’s drawn to me…

“Sure. I could do with a drink even if it’s not really the one I desire…” I whisper, the image of her naked once again at the forefront of my mind, the urge to part those thighs and have a taste of her is enticing…

Soon… Little Mate, soon..