Alpha's Cursed Luna novel Chapter 67

67

ELEANOR

“Z-ZEKE?!” My hand shot up to cover my mouth as I batted my eyelashes at him one more time. Utter shock and disbelief swept through me, making me lose balance and almost tripping to the floor.

Had it not been for Zeke who dashed his arms out to catch me when I tripped, my head would have already hit the hard surface with a painful thud.

“Woah, easy there.” He chuckled, helping me get back up on my feet.

I didn’t take my eyes off him even as he took several steps back, creating a decent gap between us.

“I…It’s been years..” I lowered my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed to not have been able to remember him at our first meeting in the Winder’s dinner.

So Zeke is an alpha…

When I first met him months after that night, I always thought he was a rogue. The fact that he is indeed an alpha explains why he has such a strong scent, much like Alexander’s.

Since I never saw his human form, I was hardly able to recognize him as the same wolf who saved me from being raped years back. It happened months after that twisted night, and I woke up feeling as though I had been run over by a ten-wheel truck. When I looked up, I saw a group of unmated males hovering above me. Their eyes visibly driven with insatiable lust. They made one look at me and I instantly felt like my clothes were being stripped off my body. I couldn’t move, it scared me.

Because of their scents, it was easy to determine which pack they came from.

My pack.

A massive, nightshade black wolf had jumped out of the bushes that same night and fought against them. He saved my innocence, but most importantly…he saved my life.

Week after week, I’d meet him in the forest. On the same spot he left me before he ran off towards the direction where he came from. I always expected him to shift into his wolf form, however not once did he show his human side to me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed simply having his company, and having someone to listen to my stories whenever my parents were busy taking care of pack matters. Or at times when I have finished doing all my chores as the pack slave, unofficially.

I would lay my back on his thick, soft fur until I fell asleep. Whilst he would make continuous, purring sounds that always gave me a feeling of comfort and peace. Things that I never experienced in anyone else until I met…Alexander.

The image of his incredibly handsome face popped up in my head. I squeeze my eyes shut wanting to erase the image of him inside my mind.

No, I can’t be thinking of him right now. I couldn’t.

“So beautiful…” I hear Ezekiel mutter under his breath, pulling my attention back at his amused face staring down at me in a look of admiration and awe. My face flushed, clearly not enjoying the attention he’s giving just because of my lack of clothing.

One strip and I’d be standing here in front of him, naked.

His words, I heard them well and clear, yet I told myself repeatedly he could be talking about anything but me right now.

His eyes resembled that of his wolf’s that became my only escape route.

Unfortunately, when Mike sniffed him out of me one day, he threatened to send a search party to kill him. He gave me a good beating and locked me up in my room. No food or water for three days until he opened the door and asked me who he was time and time again. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t know his full name, because he never uttered a word and I only chose to call him Zeke back then.