The Spirit Luna: Fragmented Soul

First Kiss

Regan POV

Jar, my beta, finally emerged from his room. He smiled broadly, trying to dodge my annoyed expression.

"Do you know Cadence?" I demanded.

The hint of jealousy even startled me, as a vision of Jar getting cosy with my mate flashed in my mind. It's completely unreasonable. The power of the mate bond was strong.

Jar looked bewildered ,"Cadence... Cadence..."

His struggle to remember her eased my mind, but the casual way he said my mates name made me want to force his mouth shut.

"Oh! Do you mean curly? Kinda short, but sweet? Shy and doesn't talk much? Yeah...room 10, I think...."

A growl escaped me. How dare he know her room number?

"Erm...I just borrowed some of her coffee once? What's with you...your acting really steange.....no.....really?" Jar's face was comically in his realisation.

I just nodded.

" Dude, this is wild! Aren't you glad I was late today - a day my car won't start?" Jar chuckled, as he was right,this is how fate works.

The goddess must have orchestrated this meeting. I never visit Jar at uni. This is his space.

I graduated and already run my family business. We own a small empire of gyms across the country. A lucrative and useful business for a werewolf - as physical fitness is a must and an easy way to cover up combat training and pack meetings.

I was here today because Jar's car broke down, and I had to get him as he was meant to be working with me today for his part-time job in the local gym. I took pity on him and came to get him. A rare gesture from an Alpha to his Beta.

I'm glad I did. I got to meet her. At last.

"But...is she a wolf?" Jar voiced my concern. "She doesn't smell like someone from our pack either."

This is true. Every pack had a distinct smell. It is how you could identify those with a pack from rouges. Rouges smelt awful.

She had smelt fainly of cut grass and moonlight. But she didn't have any repellent undertones, which would signal she was a rouge.

"I'm not sure either. Tell me everything you know about her."

"Alpha, sorry, but I don't know much except what I just mentioned....oh, she works a lot. I think she works at the Uni bar."

"Well, I guess we know where we're going tonight. Get me a ticket as payback for picking you up."

Jar grinned wide, "Of course, Alpha."

Cadence POV

I felt him before I locked yes with his deep blue ones. I felt I was being pulled into their tide.

I broke eye contact only briefly to drink him in. He was wearing navy suit trousers, a pale blue shirt, with the collar open, previewing his nape, and his sleeves were casually rolled up over his muscular forearms. His dark hair was tosselled as if fresh from bed...

I snapped myself out of it and back to his eyes before my thoughts became too lewd. My cheeks burned as I had a sneaking suspicion he knew I found him attractive and was enjoying my gaze.

He approached the bar and leaned in, I leaned in on instinct, ready to hear his order, and I held my breath.

"We meet again. Can you get me a vodka neat?" His breath tickled my ear.

I withdrew quickly and poured his drink. As I passed it over, his fingertips brushed over mine, and I felt a slight electric jolt pass between us. My eyes went wide as it wasn't like static. It was erotic and enticing, like a magnetic pull was happening between our bodies.

I jumped back and focused on serving the next girl, then the next and next until I could put him out of my mind.

Easier said than done, as he stayed most of the night at the bar, socialising, mainly with other men, I noticed with relief. He was rather dismissive of any female attention. He refused quite a lot. My jealousy rose in my throat, chocking me, thinking about other women approaching him.

Wait...what? I had never felt this way before, and my nerves were tangled.

As my shift came to an end, I undid my apron, revealing my tight black tank top and skinny jeans underneath. it was always unbearable hot in the nightclub, and my tank top today really hugged my curves and assentuated my bust. The apron had been concealing them. I usually wear baggy clothes as I'd never been confident showing off my body.

"Bye, Mike," I waved to my colleague and turned to leave via the bar hatch when I stopped at the sound of a growl.

Growl? It was low, possessive, and somewhat appreciative?

Before me stood Regan, his eyes were on my breasts. I covered them with my hand self-consciously and smiled up at him, "Bye,"I mouthed and headed to the exit.

Finally outside, in the cold autumn air, I breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did I realise how fast my heart was beating. Regan had such a powerful effect on me.

I lent against the brick wall and gazed up at the night sky. It was 1 a.m., and the moon was full. My beating heart slowed as the beauty of the night sky calmed me.

"A beautiful night." An unmistakable voice remarked, making me jump out of my skin.

Regan stood next to me and leaned against the wall. "Sorry, did I startle you?"

"No," I lied, but feeling a slight irritation by my own dishonesty, I decided to just bite the bullet and ask, "Are you following me?"

"Yes." Regan didn't skip a beat. I waited for further explanation, but he did not seem interested in revealing more on his own.

Impatient, I asked, "Why?" I crossed my arms over my chest defensively. The rational side of my brain kept telling me that hot guys didn't stalk girls like me. He must have a reason. The irrational side was telling me he might like me, but that couldn't be true.

Regan looked like he was considering his answer before he tilted his head, smiled broadly, and confidently said, " I can't stop thinking about you, Cadence. I've been curious about you since this morning. And I feel like fate has brought us together again tonight. Date me."

I felt my cheeks turning beet red, "Erm...I...ah..." Stuttering like a fool, I was lost for words. This wasn't happening. Hot guys like this were not interested in plain girls like me. He was too perfect. I licked my lips, nervous, and bit down, trying to stop my ramblings and come up with coherent sentences.

Regan let out what I could only call a low erotic growl.

Surprised, I stumbled back further into the wall as he turned his body towards me and pinned me between his arms. He towered over me. He was easily over 6 feet, and at 5ft 2 inches, I was tiny in comparison.

I bowed my head, embarrassed.

His hand slipped down to grasp my chin and push my head up so we were staring in to each other's eyes. Lost and helpless, I let out a little moan at his contact.

Just as I was about to gasp at my ridiculous reaction, Regan's lips were on mine. At first, it was a smashing of lips and teeth until Regan nudged my lips apart with his toungue, delving in deeper, taking my breath away.

It was my first kiss, and I didn't want it to end. My hands naturally grasped the back of his shirt and clenched the fabric between my fingers. This allisoted a satisfied groan from Regan as he swirled his tongue on my mouth.

I could feel rising heat between my legs and on impulse and pulled myself closer to him, brushing my breasts against his chest.

I needed more and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him flush against me.

I was running out of air when I felt his hard c**k against my belly.

Startled, I broke away, breathing heavily and retracting my hands, holding them to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

Did I just do that? Never have I ever been so bold. What was Regan's magic he had over me?

"Ahem.." I cleared my throat and looked back up helplessly.

Regan's blue eyes had turned darker and he seemed just as turned on as I was.

"Do I take that as a yes?" Regan smiled smugly.

"Yeah," I breathed out. How could I refuse this man? "It's getting late, and I have work early tomorrow. I need to head home."

"Allow me to take you."

"I can just get the campus bus..."

"No!" Regans outburst startled me, "Sorry, it's just not safe. I'll take you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left my mate alone at night?"

"Okay." I relented.

The use of the word mate did make me pause for thought. Maybe it's dating slang?

Regan smiled and took my hand in his, which sent tingles up my arm, and lead the way to a Mercedes? A Mercedes!

My jaw dropped and Regan gave me a satisfied grin.