The first thing Luna felt was warmth. It wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, unfamiliar and comforting all at once. The second thing was the soft caress of sunlight streaming through the hotel room window, casting gentle patterns of light and shadow across her closed eyelids. Slowly, she stirred, her limbs heavy and sore as if weighed down by the lingering cold from the previous night.
As she blinked her eyes open, her surroundings came into focus—the soft bed beneath her, the crisp white sheets, the muted hum of the heater in the corner. Everything seemed strangely normal, except for one glaring detail.
She was not alone.
The weight of a strong arm draped possessively across her waist sent a jolt of awareness through Luna. She could feel the warmth radiating from his chest behind her, the heat of his well-defined body pressing against her bare skin, igniting every nerve ending in her.
Her heart raced as she turned her head slightly, only to find herself face to face with Alexander. He was lying beside her, his powerful arm wrapped protectively around her, his bare chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his steady breathing that matched the thudding of her pulse. The sight of him, clad only in sweatpants, sent a rush of heat through her. His skin was warm against hers, and she felt the undeniable connection of their bodies, the thin fabric of her sports bra and cycling shorts doing little to mask the intimate contact.
Suddenly, the air felt thick, and a sheen of sweat began to form on her neck, forehead, and the curve of her body. She could feel her skin becoming slick with sweat, the room spinning slightly from the intensity. Her breath hitched, and she fought the urge to pull away, but the weight of his arm held her in place, anchoring her to the moment. Every nerve in her body was hyper-aware of him—his scent, his warmth, his presence—overwhelming her senses.
Then , Memories of last night crashed over her like a tidal wave, stirring a whirlwind of panic and confusion. The cold, the darkness, the suffocating fear—all of it rushed back, and with it came the unsettling reminder of the stranger lurking in the shadows. Was it really witches ? but why would their kind mingle in her kind's bussiness ? . Luna swallowed hard, a creeping sensation of being watched washing over her once more, her pulse quickening as she struggled to shake off the memory of those haunting eyes.
As her discomfort grew, Alexander stirred beside her. His body tensed, sensing her unease even in his sleep. Slowly, he woke, his eyes blinking open to meet hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke, their gazes darting from each other's bodies to their own state of undress. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly realized at least she was wearing her shorts and not just her panties.
She sighed, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the haunting images of last night. With a determined effort, she curved her lips into a bright smile. "Well, thank the gods for small mercies," she quipped lightly, a playful smirk dancing at the corners of her mouth. The words felt strange on her tongue, a reminder of her own divinity she sometimes struggled to acknowledge. It was almost as if she'd forgotten she was one of them—or had been one of them.
The moment of shock had passed, but it didn't make the situation any less... awkward. Alexander sat up slightly, his face a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. He opened his mouth to explain, but no words came. Instead, Luna, in typical fashion, beat him to it, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes.
"Well, well, looks like someone couldn't resist saving a damsel in distress," she teased, her voice playful despite the lingering tension.
Alexander's brows furrowed in surprise. "What are you talking about?" His voice was rough, irritated, but there was a subtle undercurrent of shyness that betrayed him. "You think this is funny?"
She bit her lip, a playful smile dancing in her eyes. "Oh, absolutely not," she said, her tone teasing and light. "I'm just thankful for your body—" She paused, her grin widening as she caught the sharp glare from him. "I mean, your body... warmth." She corrected herself, the mischief glimmering in her expression, clearly enjoying the moment.
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HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)
Lupi mannariBANTER "Damn right, I'm pretty," Luna said with a confident smirk. Her mischievous pride faltered at his response. "I said petty," Alexander's voice was cold but amused, arms crossed over his chest. Her smile sharpened, daring, as she leaned into th...
