Chasing the Luna he never noticed.

Alphas Duncan Preston pov

"Come with me into the shower." As she hang on my wrist, she pouted like a child.

I shook my head and stated emphatically, "I'm sorry, but I can't!"

She looked at me with furrowed brows as if she were upset. "Why?"

I coughed and avoided making eye contact with her, saying, "because you are no longer a child!"

"But I have seen you in the shower with that girl?!" she said, crossing her arms over her chest in a hurt voice. "Additionally, she is a complete stranger to you! But I'm your sister, Please." She pleaded with puppy eyes as if she were a helpless child.

I couldn't let her down, so I surrendered and said, "all right."

She took off all of her clothes in a split second as soon as we walked into the shower room, and I was completely speechless! That body belonged to a young woman, which I couldn't believe. It was difficult to keep my gaze away from her body as I gulped nervously.

My tongue, on the other hand, slipped a few words, "oh my! I was under the impression that your body was still that of a young girl, but—" I took a deep breath and tried to bring myself back to reality.

I was already breaking out in a cold sweat. She immediately turned her body around to face me and asked, "what do you mean?" After that, she pointed with her fingers to her breasts and said, "my breasts are developing now—"

Next, turning around, she arched her back to reveal, "and my hips are wider too and —" she continued.

"There is some hair down here," she said, placing her hand in between her legs, a little shyly but innocently, as she turned around again. "Do you think it's time for me to shave it?"

Because I didn't want her to be aware of what she was doing to me with her words, I trembled a little. That was completely inappropriate. She was a young woman who happened to be my younger adopted sister.

"Enough of this!" I yelled at her, making her startle a little bit. "Refrain from looking at me. Despite your age, you are still my sister."

Whether I was saying those words to myself to serve as a reminder or whether I was simply irritated that she was growing up, I couldn't tell.

Then, all of a sudden, she said to me, "Take off your clothes now."

Surprisingly, I drew my brows together. "What??!"

She explained with a shrug of her shoulders, "otherwise, you'll get soaked! Have you forgotten about bathing?" The fact that I was reacting in such a strange way puzzled her. I was aware of this, but she was unaware that my body was reacting in an inappropriate way, and I wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Oh no. I'm going to be fine," I said calmly. "All you have to do is turn around."

But she persisted, pleading with me, "please, please, please."

"All right," I said with a sigh. "but don't bother looking."

I quickly finished my shower and left, feeling ashamed and confused about my reaction.

I woke up gasping for air. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my surroundings, huffing and cursing under my breath, "the heck! The same dream again! What does that even mean?"

Mindy was my younger adopted sister. To be honest, she didn't know she was adopted. She couldn't remember the days before her adoption. She was small, as I had heard from my parents. But they didn't tell me the story before their death, and they went to their grave with the secret.

Not so young, honestly_ Mindy is twenty-one-years-old.