Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Silas

I found myself drawn to the outskirts of the city, compelled by a faint yet alluring scent that tickled my senses ever since I went there to talk to Sena. The night air whispered secrets as I moved with the grace of centuries-old instincts, navigating the shadows with an otherworldly elegance. This is how I was, always making myself appear as a ruler.

I observed from the darkness, a silent observer with eyes that glinted like polished obsidian and stood like a sentinel, the night cloaking my presence in an inky embrace as I surveyed the surroundings with a keen and calculating gaze.

The diner’s windows emanated a warm glow, a stark contrast to the cool darkness that enveloped me. Inside, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of utensils against plates created a melodic backdrop to the scene. I remained concealed, a mysterious presence lingering at the periphery.

As I watched and discerned the subtleties of mortal life unfolding before me, patrons were engrossed in hushed conversations, the aroma of coffee and freshly cooked meals wafting through the air-a symphony of human existence that seemed both familiar and distant to the ancient vampire.

Amidst the mundane cadence of the diner, I detected a peculiar undercurrent. A sweet fragrance, delicate and elusive, teased my senses. It is captivating-a scent that hints at something beyond the ordinary. I’m intrigued, so I honed my focus and preternatural senses to be attuned to the subtle nuances of the environment.

As I continued to watch, a figure emerged from the diner, carrying with her the alluring aroma that had caught my attention. She moved gracefully, her presence evoking an air of quiet strength. My sharp and discerning eyes followed her every step.

The woman paused for a moment outside the diner, her gaze briefly meeting mine in the shadows. There was a flicker of recognition in her eyes as if she sensed the ancient power that lurked in the darkness. I acknowledged her with a nod, a silent acknowledgment that transcended the boundaries between our worlds.

With a final glance, the woman continued on her way to her motorcycle, disappearing into the night. I lingered for a moment, contemplating the enigma that had unfolded before me. The sweet scent lingered, leaving a trace of intrigue in its wake.

The diner, with its ordinary facade, had become a focal point in the intricate tapestry of supernatural affairs. As I vanished into the shadows, I knew that the night held more secrets than met the eye, and I would watch over the unfolding chapters with a vigilance that echoed through the ages.

I went back to the coven after and thought about her. She’s a wolf, but there’s something in her that I couldn’t explain. But now that I’ve seen and smelled her even more, I am certain that she’s my mate. I needed to find out more about her, and I knew that she knew who I was to her as well. But why didn’t she look shocked?

Although she stopped and looked my way, she still turned and left. I feel like she knew that I was hers even before tonight, but when did we ever meet? Aside from the meeting I had with Donovan and Sena, I was never acquainted with anyone. Just like now, I go back after I’m done with what I planned to do.

Feeling excited and, at the same time, worried. My plan against the wolves is in place, and my mate is a wolf. How did this happen? No! I shouldn’t waver. Wolves are our natural enemies. There’s no way that we will be able to live together in harmony; how much more, being mates?

But the scent. The jasmine scent is exquisite and intoxicating. It is sweet, very floral, and sensual, with a rich and complex aroma that captivates my senses. It is characterized by its heady and floral notes, which can be both sweet and slightly musky.

It was a combination of sweet floral tones reminiscent of honeysuckle and a warm, exotic undertone. I can compare it to a blend of sweet, floral notes with a hint of fruitiness. Its aroma is not overpowering; instead, it’s delicate and inviting, as well as soothing and romantic.

Since it’s night, my mate, along with her scent, resembles a real jasmine that blossoms open at night and releases its fragrance most strongly in the evening. The calmness and tranquility it gives me are so invigorating that they make me feel relaxed. Is this how mates smell and feel? How come I didn’t know about it?

I stayed in my chamber and thought about what I should do. Being mated to a werewolf is not common in our kind, and once the council finds out about it, they will surely ask me to kill her or hunt her down.

This is not good wherever I look at it, and I started to have a headache. Am I supposed to even feel this? Thinking about her, I remember smelling something from her. I need to see her again to make sure, but how am I going to do that? She smells like there’s another scent on her like she already had a mate and was already claimed. Does that mean I have to share her with whoever that wolf is? No! I don’t like sharing what’s mine with anyone, especially when he’s a wolf. How stupid of me! I should have followed her instead of just staring at her retreating figure.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember what she looked like under the subtle glow of the moonlight. She appeared like an ethereal vision that transcended the boundaries of mortal beauty. I observed her with a gaze that saw beyond the surface, appreciating the intricacies of her allure.

Her eyes, pools of depth and mystery, held the luminescence of silver moonbeams. The glimmer of strength and intelligence that resided within them captivated me; every glance revealed an unspoken story. They were windows to a soul that bore the weight of both trials and triumphs, a testament to the resilience that dwelled within. She must be tough to deal with.

I noticed how luminous her skin as the moon’s soft glow kissed it. The pale radiance seemed to emanate from within, a testament to her supernatural essence. I marveled at the flawless canvas, appreciating the delicate balance between ethereal fragility and untamed strength. Her hair cascaded like midnight silk, a cascade of darkness that framed her features with an elegance befitting a queen. Yes, I want her to become my queen. I found myself entranced by the way each strand moved in harmony with the night breeze-a dance of shadows and moonlight. The inky waves seemed to capture the essence of the night itself, weaving a tapestry of enchantment around her.

When she started to walk away, the way she moved was an interplay of moonbeams and shadows that accentuated the contours of her face, highlighting the regal features that marked her as a leader among her kind. I admired the graceful lines, the subtle curve of her jaw, and the regal arch of her brows. It was a symphony of beauty that resonated with the timeless allure of immortality.

In my eyes, she embodied a rare fusion of strength and grace, her beauty transcending the superficial to become a reflection of the supernatural world they inhabited. Her allure was not merely skin deep; it was a manifestation of the power that pulsed through her veins and the resilience that defined her spirit.

This is not good. I am drawn to her ethereal beauty that goes beyond the physical, reaching into the depths of her essence. In the silent spaces between moonlit glances, I acknowledged the mesmerizing presence that she held, an enchantment that started to linger in me.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Ohh.. I’m in deep trouble. I should be ruthless towards her kind and shouldn’t feel this way. But what can I do? I want her. I never wanted anyone like this before, and I intend to get her.