Alphas Cursed Luna by Alora Sterling

Alora POV

"He is here again", I murmured to myself as I could feel the air shift in the room.

I pulled my nightgown down to cover myself as cold and warmth enveloped me in a soothing embrace.

It felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around me. He smelled faintly of dark vanilla and something musky, something warm. I could feel his breath on my skin before the bed dipped.

He pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around me. I closed my eyes and waited for his soothing murmurs in my ears.

"Did you miss me"? He moaned into my ears.

I gulped, nodded, and tried to look into his eyes, but somehow I could not see his face. I desperately needed to see the face of the person who made my insides turn to puddles.I needed to look into his eyes. Were they dark, blue, brown, or hazel like mine?

Then he began to trace his hands along my arms, sending shivers down my spine. I whimpered and burrowed closer, but not close enough as I would have liked.

Then a shrill sharp sound rented the air. It was my alarm clock.

No, no, no...not now...damn it!!! I muttered, gripping the sheet as I woke up drenched in sweat. My body is still tingling from the warmth and memory of my dream. Another erotic dream.

It's been like this for months. The same dream over and over again. The same figure...tall, imposing, alluring, and awakening feelings I had never thought I had.

This mysterious being, I assumed from his build and his deep voice, was a man. He had large hands, which I knew because he always wrapped them around my tiny frame.

He also had large forearms with tattoos of a fierce-looking wolf with red eyes that seemed to stare into my soul each time he drew near. The tattoo stretched across his chest and disappeared behind his back.

The mysterious thing about these dreams was that I never saw his face.

For some weird reason, I couldn't seem to raise my face to look at him no matter how much I wanted to in those dreams.

I could feel myself getting aroused, and just as I reached down to help myself, a sharp banging sound rented the quiet morning.

Bang, bang, bang!

I jumped out of bed, holding my hands to my chest.

"Shit," I muttered and winced from the sound.

I knew that knock. Mr. Jacob. My homeowner. The last person I wanted to deal with when I was still tangled in the haze of my dream.

"Miss Lance! "I know you're in there!" His annoying voice filled with irritation and disgust echoed into my room.

"You're behind on rent and I know this isn't news to you because I have been singing it every morning for weeks now.

You have only twenty-four hours before I throw you out on the street. Pay up or leave my house!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as my eyes traveled across the so-called house.

This was not a house, this was a dilapidated rundown house with cracks everywhere. The walls were sprouting moss and there was no ceiling.

When it rained, I had to adjust my bed to avoid the leakage, but it was better than sleeping on the street, and it should be illegal to pay rent for this slum.

I sighed, dragging myself to the door. By the time I opened it, the landlord was already stomping off, mumbling something about 'useless tenants' and 'no charity cases in my building.'

Great. Just great.

I shut the door and slumped against it, the action making the house rattle. My stomach twisted in hunger.

I had no money. No job. No food. And in less than a day, I wouldn't even have a place to sleep.