The Luna He Left Behind: I Am Pregnant For My Alpha.

NOA'S POINT OF VIEW Why bother with a boyfriend when massages with happy endings are available? With no companion to keep me company and only my thoughts and abandonment for company, I make my way through the spa's grand entrance. While the air inside saturates with jasmine and vanilla aromas, I feel the turmoil of my emotions raging within me. Under normal circumstances, this establishment would be impossible to afford for me. As a rogue, I usually struggle to survive, but today holds a different promise. My best friend Lior presented me with a unique gift for my twenty-fifth birthday—a thrilling massage. Did she steal money to afford this? Knowing Lior, it wouldn’t surprise me. I won't question the details too much because it's not necessary. This establishment embodies opulence, and I plan to take advantage of this uncommon chance. The card stays safely held in my hand while I look toward the hallway. Room sixty-nine. Lior instructed me to knock, so my knuckles are now just inches above the door. Pounding heartbeats echo in my chest while nerves squeeze my chest cavity. I take a deep breath. This is supposed to be relaxing, right? I would never think of committing a bank robbery. With a final exhale, I knock. The door opens almost instantly. A deep voice greets me. “Can I help you?” The moment I lay eyes on him, my breath stops. I stand before the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. Muscles almost burst through his tight white shirt, complementing his towering figure and broad shoulders. His sharp features stand out against his dark hair while his captivating green eyes trap my attention. Without prior knowledge, I would believe he was a divine creation of the gods. As he frowns and only slightly opens the door, I manage to see enough to realize I’m in trouble. I manage to stutter, "Uh… yeah… am I early?” “I have an appointment for a massage.” He blinks while his eyes move towards the card I'm holding. “A massage?” I nod. “Yeah.” His intense gaze studies me as we share a silent moment that feels mysterious and impenetrable. His intense gaze pushes me to move in discomfort. Something about him feels… different. Almost familiar. Could he be my mate? No. That’s impossible. Isn’t it? I detect a barely noticeable werewolf aroma that remains almost invisible. His strength allows him to hide his true nature, but I can see through his disguise. A werewolf, just like me. He likely belongs to a wolf pack, unlike I, who am solitary. A family. A place where he belongs. “I don’t recall making any reservations about a massage,” he admits finally. I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s for me, silly. I’m Noa and I have an appointment at seven in this place. His facial expression alters as amusement pulls at his mouth corners. Does this establishment appear to be a location where you would expect to receive a massage? This is your private spa suite, but since Lior told me you do this outside work hours, I thought it would be fine. The card just makes it feel official.” He raises an eyebrow. “Lior, huh…” “Yeah, my best friend. You know her, right? Noa received the card from her best friend Lior. I give him the gift card, which he accepts slowly while his eyes narrow to read the printed words. The mysterious werewolf spa offers a complimentary adventure massage. I smile, a little unsure. “That’s what it says.” He locks eyes with me while his smirk turns into a slow-motion expression. “What’s your name again?” “Noa. I maintain a steady voice while my heartbeat races uncontrollably. I can't let a stranger have this much power over me. Despite everything, I find myself melting under his intense gaze. “Ah, Noa. He says “Of course…” with his lips twisting into a perilously playful expression before moving aside to hold the door open for me. “Come in. Let’s get started.” I tell him it’s supposed to be an “adventure massage” while my eyes narrow slightly. Lior was very specific about this. He bows slightly, mocking yet charming. “My apologies. Adventure massage it is.” I enter with satisfaction while putting my coat and bag aside. The room radiates warmth and comfort while the jasmine fragrance intensifies. The room displays soft shadows on the walls while the candles continue to flicker. He responds with amusement in his voice when he says the table isn't ready. “But my bed should do.” My mouth goes dry. His bed? I quickly scanned the large plush mattress sitting in the room’s middle. This feels… intimate. More intimate than I was expecting. I succeed in maintaining the steadiness of my voice. “That works.” “Perfect.” I maintain my composure while he approaches bed with smooth and effortless movements. “Take off your clothes.” His nonchalant request sends unexpected waves of shock throughout me. I hesitate, suddenly self-conscious. He may be familiar with different body types, but finding himself here exposed to such an extent is another matter entirely. That’s a different story. For a brief moment, I glimpse something predatory in his gaze before his expression abruptly shifts to neutrality. I swallow nervously before quickly shedding my clothes and manage to climb onto the bed with whatever grace I can find. I attempt to control my breathing since I'm facing down, but his proximity makes it impossible. He moves to stand beside me as his overwhelming presence fills the surrounding space. “Is the temperature okay?” “Yeah,” I murmur, my voice embarrassingly breathy. “Good.” He forms a loose ponytail with my hair, and his touch feels unexpectedly soft. My heart flutters. His hands shifted towards my back. A sharp gasp escapes me. His hands start gently but grow more forceful while he works away the tension in my shoulders. His hands are strong and practiced. He excels in this area. His precise pressure during the muscle work pushes me into a melting state on the mattress. His voice is smooth and intoxicating as he murmurs, "Do you prefer it gentle or rough?" I let out a moan before I even had the chance to stop it. Heat floods my face. I know I should feel ashamed, but I struggle to find any shame at this moment. His hands perform magic as they relieve knots from my muscles which I never knew existed. He chuckles, low and deep. “Is that good?” “Yes,” I breathe. His fingers slide down to my spine, where they playfully touch the sensitive dip. The anticipation makes my body tense while creating a twist in my stomach. He leaves a lingering touch above my hips before applying firm pressure to my lower back's curve. The pressure is exquisite. I bite my lip, eyes fluttering shut. I should not be responding this way, but his hands combined with his voice and everything about him makes me fall under his influence. He suddenly asks me if I want a happy ending while his voice sounds like velvet. “I’m offering you one for free. Just say the word.” I caught my breath. Heat pools between my thighs. Who am I to say no? “Yes,” I whispered. “Please.” A slow smirk spreads across his face. He shifts, fingers sliding lower, teasing, torturing— He stops abruptly at the exact moment when the tension becomes unbearable for me. His voice softly teases me as it brushes against my ear. You opened the wrong door when you knocked. My entire body goes rigid. “What?” His chuckle is wicked, full of amusement. “Yeah… I don’t actually work here.” My eyes flew open. My stomach drops. I allowed someone I didn’t know to touch me that way? His lips stretch into a slow smile while his green eyes shine with mischief. “Didn’t you have a good time?” Oh. My. God. Blurred vision overwhelms me while waves of embarrassment crash down on me. Kill me now.