THE CURSED LUNA

Amira pov The sole memory I have is that my virginity was taken by Alpha Christian, and no one else. Was that the moment I became pregnant? Is that how it happens? I sifted through the documents on my desk, unable to look away from them. My heart raced with uncertainty and concern. What if the doctor had made an error in the results? I had ordered a coffee and was waiting to be served to my office, but since it was taking so long to get to me I decided to get it myself from the coffee shop.

As I waited for my coffee, my mind wandered back to the documents on my desk. The pregnancy test results, the medical reports... it all seemed so surreal. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

The barista called out my name, and I got up to collect my coffee. As I waited in line, I noticed a figure standing outside the coffee shop, watching me. Tall, imposing, and familiar. Alpha Christian.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he mouthed a single word: "Mine."

I spun around, my coffee forgotten, and pushed my way through the crowd. I needed to get out of there, to escape the suffocating feeling that was closing in around me.

As I emerged onto the street, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Alpha Christian's grip was like a vice, holding me in place.

"We need to talk," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

I tried to shake him off, but he held tight. "About what?" I spat, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Are you still upset regarding the matter of your identity being confused with that of another individual? I apologize," he stated, yet I remain curious about his presence here; was he following me? In fact, I posed the question directly to him: "Are you following me?"

The corners of Alpha Christian's mouth twitched into a sly smile. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Amira," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. But I knew better.

"Safe from what?" I pressed, my eyes narrowing.

Alpha Christian's smile broadened. "From those who would wish to bring you harm... for a second time."

What is the matter with you? I am not your long-lost beloved; please cease this misunderstanding and leave me be. I departed in anger, as he was genuinely making me feel uncomfortable.

I stormed off, my heart racing with annoyance and fear. Alpha Christian's words echoed in my mind, "for a second time." What did he mean? And why did he insist on this bizarre charade?

As I walked, I felt his eyes on me, boring into my skin. I quickened my pace, but the sensation only intensified. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Emily, wait!" Alpha Christian called out, his voice low and urgent.

I spun around, my anger boiling over. "Leave me alone! I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested."

Alpha Christian's smile faltered, and for a moment, I saw something else in his eyes - a flicker of sadness, of longing. But it was quickly replaced by his usual confident smirk.

"This isn't a game, Emily," he said, his voice dripping with intensity. "This is your life. And I'm not going anywhere."

"Please refrain from involving yourself in my personal matters. I must insist that you maintain your distance." I had already issued a warning. An Uber pulled up in front of me, allowing me to proceed. I observed Alpha Christian through the glass.

"It is essential that we keep our interactions strictly professional." I stated this in a composed manner. As the driver sped away, I realized I needed to reach the office to complete some tasks.

As the Uber drove away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was finally escaping the unsettling presence of Alpha Christian. But my reprieve was short-lived, as my mind began to wander back to our encounter.

What did he mean by "for a second time"? And why did he seem so convinced that we shared a past?

I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the tasks ahead. I had a meeting with a potential client at the office, and I needed to prepare.

As I arrived at the office, I was greeted by the familiar hum of keyboards and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I settled into my cubicle, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease.

But just as I began to work, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. My heart sank as I saw Alpha Christian's name on the screen.

I glared at the phone as Alpha Christian's message popped up: "I am Sorry..." I let out a frustrated hiss, setting my coffee down and trying to focus on organizing the files in front of me.

But my mind kept drifting back to the cryptic message and the unsettling encounter with Alpha Christian. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was trying to unsettle me, to get under my skin.

As I tried to concentrate on my work, my mind kept wandering back to Alpha Christian's words. What did he have to be sorry for? And why did he feel the need to contact me again?

I sighed, rubbing my temples. I needed to focus. I had a meeting with a potential client in an hour, and I still had to prepare.

Just as I was starting to get my thoughts together, my phone buzzed again. Another text from Alpha Christian.

"We need to talk," it read.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I felt a surge of annoyance. Couldn't he leave me alone?

But as I looked at the words, I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something about the way he wrote "we need to talk" that sounded... urgent.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Should I respond? Or should I just ignore him?

As I deliberated, my phone buzzed once more.

"Please, Emily," the next text read. "It's about us."