The Spirit Luna: Fragmented Soul

Close Encounters

Cadence POV

The elevator doors slid shut behind me with a soft hum, and for the first time that night, I was alone. The silence pressed around me, gentle but heavy, like the pause between heartbeats.

My reflection in the mirrored panel looked back at me — cheeks flushed, hair slightly tousled, lips still tingling. I couldn’t look for long.

The memory of Regan’s kiss hovered at the edge of my thoughts, refusing to leave. Every time I tried to focus on the floor numbers blinking past — three, two, one — the image of him leaning closer would come back. His voice, deep and husky.

I barely knew him. That thought came sharp and practical, like cold water. I didn’t know where he was from, what he studied, or why he’d chosen me out of everyone he could have. I didn’t even know what his last name was. Was he even a student? That car was worth a fortune.

And yet, somehow, I’d agreed to date him.

The elevator chimed softly, and the doors opened to the familiar scent of detergent and warm air. The shared flat was quiet. I padded down the narrow hallway, the dim yellow light flickering above me.

Our kitchen was cluttered, as usual. Someone had left a half-finished cup of tea on the counter. The hum of the fridge filled the small space. I passed it quickly, heading for my room.

Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and leaned back against the door, exhaling slowly. My heart was still racing, as if my body hadn’t realized the night was over.

Regan.

Even thinking his name made something flutter in my stomach. Everything about him drew me to him. His sexy hips pressed against mine as we kissed. It blazed in my mind, causing heat to rise again.

I had never been this horny in my life. I didn't even own a dildo and the sudden need for one made me make a mental note to buy one tomorrow.

I shook my head and pushed away from the door. “You’re being ridiculous,” I muttered to myself, heading for the small ensuite bathroom tucked beside my bed.

The mirror above the sink caught me again — my face still flushed, my lips still parted slightly. I looked… different."" Like someone I didn’t quite recognize.

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat while I undressed slowly, each movement feeling oddly deliberate. The rush of water filled the silence, drowning out the thoughts I didn’t want to think.

Steam began to fog the mirror. I stepped under the spray, closing my eyes as the warmth hit my skin. It was a relief — the one thing that could wash away the noise in my head.

But it didn’t, not really.

Even here, with nothing but water and the quiet rhythm of my breathing, he followed me. The memory of how close he’d been. The way his voice had softened when he’d said my name. The steady weight of his gaze made me feel both safe and utterly exposed.

I pressed my palms against the cool tile, trying to steady myself.

Why had I agreed to see him again?

Maybe because no one had ever looked at me like that before.

He’d been so careful with me — almost reverent. When he’d kissed me, there’d been nothing hurried or rough in it. It's just a quiet certainty that unsettled me even more.

I’d never had a boyfriend before. I've never even been kissed properly before tonight. And now, suddenly, this man — this mysterious, confident man — had stepped into my life like he’d always been meant to be there.

It didn’t make sense.

I tilted my head back into the water, letting it run down my face. The warmth seeped into my skin, loosening the tension in my shoulders, but my mind stayed restless.

There was something strange about him. Not bad — just… different. Like he carried a kind of energy I couldn’t place.

I told myself it was just attraction. Just chemistry.

But deep down, I wasn’t sure that was all it was.

His penetrative gaze and soft touch flashed across my mind again. I allowed myself to focus on the memory of his manhood pressed against my stomach, and I let out a soft moan. I was hot and wanting.

I slowly started to message my breasts, pinching my n*****s, imagining it being Regan's huge, warm hands. I could almost feel him pressed against me.

I slid two fingers slowly between my folds and messaged my c**t. Soft moans escaped my mouth. I imagined Regan's c**k slipping inside me. I pumped my fingers faster, breathless, until I wished Regan would come inside me and fill me up. I came undone at the thought and had the most powerful orgasm shake through me.

When I finally turned off the water, the world felt too quiet again. I wrapped myself in a towel and stood for a moment, staring at the fogged mirror. I wiped a small circle clear with my hand and studied the girl staring back at me.

“Get a grip,” I whispered to her reflection. “He’s just a guy.”

Just a guy — who made my pulse race with a single look. Who made me question whether I’d been missing something all this time. Made me c*m at the sheer thought of him cumming inside me.

I sighed and padded back into my room, pulling on a loose T-shirt and shorts. The sheets on my bed were cool and inviting, and I sank onto them with a quiet groan of exhaustion.

Tomorrow I had an early shift at the mall — the café downstairs opened at seven, and I needed the hours. Rent didn’t pay itself. I glanced at my phone: 1:47 a.m. Too late for this kind of overthinking.

Still, my thoughts refused to quiet.

I thought about how his eyes — blue, steady, impossible to read — had lingered on me like he was memorizing every detail.

And I thought about how, for a moment, I’d wanted him to.

Heat rose to my cheeks, and I buried my face in the pillow. Stop it, I told myself. You barely know him. You can’t—

But I could. I did.

There was something magnetic about him — something that tugged at me in a way I couldn’t explain.

I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to understand why he felt so right.

I turned off the bedside lamp and I pulled the blanket closer and let the warmth settle around me. My eyelids grew heavy, my body slowly giving in to the pull of sleep.

Before I drifted off, a final thought crossed my mind — soft and certain.

I didn’t know who Regan really was. But something told me he wasn’t ordinary. And for reasons I couldn’t yet understand, I didn’t want him to be.

Regan POV

I could still feel her there next to me — her warmth, her scent, the fragile trust she’d offered me tonight.

He soft lips against mine had invited me in, and her moans rebounded through my brain. My c**k grew hard just at the memory of her. Grasping it, I imagined.

I imagined her getting ready for bed. Undressing - releasing those full, bountiful breasts from their cage and stepping into a shower. I imagined grasping her plump arse and pinching her perk n*****s, letting her push her backside into my c**k. I'd lick her, pinch her, bite her and softly pump my c**k between her legs, teasingbus both, while she moaned my name....

I was covered in c*m as the thought of my mate succumbing to my mensuration thrilled me.

And though the wolf within me stirred restlessly, I only smiled and whispered into the dark,

“Soon.”

Cadence POV

The late afternoon sun was dipping behind the university buildings, casting long shadows across the campus. I walked briskly toward the library, and the backpack slung over one shoulder. Something was… off. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, a low vibration humming through me.

I paused, eyes scanning the crowd. And then I saw him — Graham, standing by the edge of the walkway, arms crossed, watching me. His smile was polite, but there was a weight behind it, a tension in the way he lingered, too long, waiting. He’s persistent. Dangerous.

I quickened my pace, slipping into the library, heart hammering, sensing the faint, intrusive energy he radiated — the subtle obsession clinging to him like a shadow.

I ducked between the stacks, trying to convince myself I was imagining things. But then I felt it — the unmistakable pull of someone watching, tracking me.

A hand touched my shoulder. I spun around. Not Graham — someone much taller, broader. Dark hair, blue eyes that burned with intensity, but calm, protective. Regan.

“Cadence,” he said softly, voice low and steady. “You’re being followed.”

I froze, heart racing. “How… How did you—?”

“He’s… persistent. I saw him following you.”

"Because you were following me too?" Regans expression fell, I felt bad, like I hurt him. I actually felt strangely safe with him.

"I wanted to see my girlfriend. unless you forgot?" Regan’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. “You’re coming with me.”

I hesitated, feeling a surge of relief and fear. Regan’s presence was solid, grounding. I didn't know what had made him change his tone, but I was more scared of Graham than him. “Okay.”

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Regan POV

“We’ll handle this carefully. You won’t be alone.”

As we moved toward the edge of campus, I stayed close.

Graham’s gaze flicked to us, subtle but angry now — the smile replaced with irritation and frustration. He had misjudged.

I felt my wolf pulse beneath my skin, amber energy humming, ready. “He won’t touch you,” I murmured, more to myself than her. “Not while I’m here.”

Cadence glanced up at me, eyes wide, fear mingled with trust. “I… thank you,” she whispered.

“Don’t thank me,” I said, voice low, protective. “Just stay close.”

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Cadence POV

We ducked into a nearby alley, Regan guiding me behind him. I could feel Graham’s eyes on us from a distance, lingering like a shadow.

“Why is he… like this?” I asked softly, voice trembling. “He seemed… nice at first.”

Regan’s lips tightened. “Some people mask obsession behind charm. He wanted something he couldn’t have, and now he thinks persistence will make it work..”

“I don’t… I don’t want to deal with this alone.”

“You won’t,” Regan said, blue eyes glinting with promise. “I’ll make sure of it.”

I exhaled slowly, calming slightly in the presence of his steady pulse. “I… I trust you,” I murmured.

His hand brushed mine briefly, grounding me. “Good,” he said softly. “We’ll handle Graham. Together. You’re not alone, and you never will be.”

I felt so safe in Regan's presence that I moved on instinct. I pressed my hand on his chest and caressed his chest, until I reached his cheek, and threaded my fingers into his hair. I had to tip toe and pull his face into mine to capture his lips.

Regan seemed surprised at first but then he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me effortlessly, pressing our bodies together.

Our tounges wrestled with each other and I felt a small pool of hot liquid pool in my panties.

Regan seemed to sense my need and maneuvered me so I was pinned against a brickwall and him. He lifted me up, lifting my skits up slightly, and grinded his c**k against my wet panties. I was soaked.

I felt his hand rub my arse and then circle the outline of my panties, until he slipped his thumb in and I groaned into his mouth. He rubbed me in sensual circles, driving me close to the edge.

I'd forgotten about Graham. I'd forgotten we were outside. Anyone could see us and I need not care. I just wanted him.

I wanted more than his thumb.

I wriggled, pressing down so his thumb could slip deeper into me, letting out a frustrated groan.

Regan chuckled and broke away first. He lowered me carefully, then knelt before me - a wild idea flahed in my head involving his toung- but instead he slid his hands up my thighs and under my skirt and slid my panties off, pocketing them with a cheeky grin.

"I imagine you'd be more comfortablewithout these," He said smuggly, "Come on. I'll walk to back."