Alpha's Human Luna

Jessica's voice can be heard clearly. I lean over David's massive wolf bulk to look at him.

Jessica is standing in the open doorway with a dish of food in her hands. As I take a glance, she flashes me a kind smile.

David circled about and slapped me with his tail before settling down and putting his head on his front paws that have been crossed in front of him.

Jessica walks into the room with a grin on her face. "He hasn't paid attention."

She mumbles as she moves the food tray to the left of the table.

"Here's something to eat for dinner. I'm aware that you didn't eat much."

"Thanks." As she walks out of the room, she gives us a wink and waves to David and me.

My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as I clutch the fork. When I cut into the pizza, a cloud of steam rises into the air above me. As I eat, David, the wolf, remains still. The fact that I can see his chest rise and fall confirms that he is still alive.

When David rushes out of bed, my brows furrow in concentration.

He walks out of the room with his tail wagging. So, what's the deal? Maybe.

I am aware of how weary I am after filling my stomach. I take off my wet, heavy boots and place the tray on the floor at the foot of the bed. I take a discreet trip to the closet to get one of those perfumed tees. I take off my snow-soaked clothes and put on the tee shirt I've brought with me.

I get goosebumps all over my mid-thigh garments when a breeze blows through the open window into the room.

Because I don't want to be bothered by the corridor lights, I close the window and bedroom door.

Before snuggling beneath the comforter's coziness, I turn out the lamp on the right nightstand next to my bed.

The scent of the tee-shirt makes me feel good about myself. In the moments before dusk, I feel the same warmth around my body as I do when my head is lowered into the pillow.

Alison arrives at my door with a breakfast tray just as I'm beginning to awaken. Her wavy brown hair is pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. As I open the door for her, she greets me with a loving grin. Alison tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiles. That she is aware that I am present.

Despite my coughing, I stare Alison straight in the eyes.

"Do you happen to be one of the wolves?" I question carefully, fearful that she may retaliate negatively.

Alison cracks a grin.

"Neme wants to talk to you after breakfast," everyone said as they awaited your arrival.

Then I think of how terrible I was to her the night before. In reality, likely, Neme was already aware that they were werewolves.

But why would she want to remain? We couldn't inform anybody since we didn't have any proof.

"Thank you," Alison says as she walks out of the room. Instantaneously, I look over the dish and the fruit bowl.

Breakfast is completed quickly thanks to the delicious syrup-coated pancakes and gorgeous fruit on the table.

After brushing my hair and changing into new underwear, slacks, and a sweater, I gingerly make my way down the corridor and up the stairs to talk with Neme in her room.

I'm not sure what to expect, but I know I'll be disappointed.

"Are you planning to assassinate me?" As I go into the dining room, I ask a question.

Hunter and Nemeare are sitting at the same huge dining table as me, eating the same dinner as me.

I'm a little jealous. Neme sneers at me as she raises her eyes from her supper. Even though I didn't express regret, I was easily forgiven.

I fold my hands together in my lap and twist them together. "Please accept my apologies for being a nuisance recently."

"I think I've earned your forgiveness." She sighs, unable to crack a smile.

"Did you want to have a conversation?" I'd want to know more.

Hunter receives a warm nod from Neme as he approaches

Hunter maintains his gaze on Neme, but she does not return his gaze in return.

"No, she's had her eyes on me." We were stranded after leaving the motel when Hunter and David came to our rescue.

"I was out for quite a while," Neme admits, her face flushed with emotion.

"However, Hunter licked me, which expedited my recuperation."

When I look down Neme's neck, I see a faint bite mark, which causes my brows to furrow. When I awakened for the second time, I couldn't help but worry what had happened to her neck. "His bite jolted me awake, and he proceeded to quickly explain everything. Susan, you've got it all. There is such a thing as the supernatural. Almost everything is available.

"I didn't trust them till David demonstrated their validity."

"What exactly happened? We wouldn't be in this predicament if you had just left."

Hunter is the one who I ask since he is most likely aware of the reason.

Hunter's hand is touched by Neme just before he speaks.

"It's terrible to have lost Neme." Neme must already be aware of the situation.

Neme bites the inside of her lower lip and turns to look at me. Hunter and Neme, as far as I'm aware, they're mates.

"You have to put your faith in us,"

Neme then asks me to help him. She looks at me with sadness in her eyes, yet there is also hope in her gaze.

"Can you tell me how you recognize each other?"

"When you meet him, you immediately recognize them."

"Finding your soul mate is a once-in-a-lifetime chance." Hunter expresses his affection for Neme.

"Then go ahead and do it," I murmur under my breath, trying to make sense of all this little yet erratic information.

"Most magical creatures have some kind of soul companion,"

"Great, there's more," It is stated that werewolves' senses heighten when they first change when they find a mate, and when they get to the top of the food chain. Our wolves are born or bitten, but they are mostly born in captivity."

"Not all wolves are created equal," says the hunter. It is dependent on your overall rating, which may vary.

"Have you ever heard of rankings of werewolves?"

I give a nod. "The strongest wolf of a pack is alpha, then beta and omegas...

They all go to school, but when they reach the age of eighteen, they graduate and begin training.