Full Moon's Luna

She's AGoddess

I walked toward the door, but with each step, an odd sensation washed over me. My heart began to race, pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. My breaths grew shallow, as though the air around me had thickened. A sudden wave of dizziness made me grip the wall for support. What was happening?

Forcing myself forward, I finally reached the door and opened it.

My breath hitched.

Standing before me was a man who didn’t look real. He was a living sculpture of masculinity, so breathtaking that for a moment, I forgot how to speak—or breathe. His crystal-blue eyes locked onto mine, their intensity like the waves crashing under a bright summer sky. They radiated power, yet there was a gentleness in them that made my knees weak.

His face was sharp and chiseled, as though a master artist had carved him from stone. Golden, curly hair framed his features, catching the soft glow of the setting sun. And that body... Broad shoulders, a firm chest, and a white shirt that clung to him like a second skin, outlining every curve of muscle.

My gaze betrayed me, wandering lower to take him in. Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized what I was staring at. A warmth I couldn’t control spread through me, leaving my skin tingling and my pulse racing.

I gripped the doorframe to steady myself, my thoughts spinning. Who was this man? And why did I feel like my entire world had just turned upside down?

Quinn

After reading over Shylah’s information for what felt like the tenth time, I tossed the file aside and grabbed my keys. This woman was something else. Her determination and ambition were written all over her accomplishments. Finishing a degree that should have taken five or more years in just three? That wasn’t just impressive—it was extraordinary. I couldn’t help but admire her drive, even if I didn’t understand why it intrigued me so much.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was already 5:45 P.M. Time to pay Ms. Shylah a visit.

As I turned onto her street, the air in my car felt thicker somehow, like I was driving through water instead of clear air. When I pulled into her driveway, the moment my foot hit the brake, Damone’ started pacing in frantic circles in my head. His energy was wild and erratic, spinning so fast it left me queasy. My stomach churned, and the dizziness crept in, making me grip the steering wheel for a second longer than I should’ve needed.

“What the hell, Damone’?” I muttered under my breath, trying to steady myself.

But he didn’t answer. He never did when he got like this—wild, relentless, and restless in a way that made no sense. I wasn’t even near my mate, so why was I feeling like this again?

The annoyance bubbled in my chest as I cut the engine and stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath in an attempt to ground myself. Whatever was going on, I needed to get it together. Shylah deserved more than me showing up like some flustered fool.

“Damone’, knock it off! Stop pacing like a caged animal. If you need to move, stand up and deal with it like a damn wolf, but stop pacing!”

Reluctantly, he sat down, his presence sulking in the back of my mind like a storm on the horizon.

As I pulled into the driveway and stepped out of the car, a scent hit me like a punch to the gut—rich, dark chocolate with the crisp freshness of rain. It was intoxicating and impossible to ignore.

" Does my mate know Shylah? Why is she here?"

Damone started back pacing.

“Damone’, I’ve got this. Chill out.”

He huffed but said nothing, retreating just enough to let me focus. The weight of his warning lingered, though, heavy and unavoidable. I squared my shoulders, ready to face whatever waited on the other side of that door.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself before pressing the doorbell. Patience isn’t exactly an Alpha’s strong suit, and Damone’ was already pacing restlessly in my head. If this door didn’t open soon, I knew he might snap and force me to kick it in. My finger hovered over the button, tempted to ring it again, but I clenched my fist instead.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity—but was probably just two minutes—the door opened.

The moment I saw her, the world around me stopped. Everything faded, leaving only her in sharp focus. She wasn’t just a woman; she was the woman. My mate. My purpose. Her happiness and safety instantly became my top priorities, etched into my soul as if they’d always been there.

She stood before me like a vision, a chocolate-hued angel. Her skin was smooth and radiant, a rich shade of mahogany that seemed to glow under the porch light. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and she didn’t need it—her natural beauty was flawless. High cheekbones framed a face that radiated strength and softness all at once. Her slightly slanted eyes drew me in, big and bright, yet I could see the faint shadow of pain behind them, a story she hadn’t yet told.

Then there were her lips—full, plump, and utterly distracting. They looked like they were made to be kissed, and I had to resist the primal urge to claim them right there and then. My gaze trailed lower, and my breath hitched. Her curves were the stuff of legends. Full, round breasts—double Ds, just the way I liked them—led to a tiny, almost nonexistent waist. And those hips... Damn, those hips. Wide, feminine, commanding attention.

I inhaled deeply, and her scent hit me like a freight train.

The sweetness of chocolate and fresh rain was laced with something else—her arousal. It set Damone’ off instantly, his howl echoing in my mind as he demanded I stake my claim.

This woman—this goddess—was made for me.

When I looked back up at her face, she was smirking, and I realized with a jolt that she’d caught me checking her out. Damn it. I straightened, doing my best to regain my composure, but the damage was already done. That sly smile on her lips told me she’d seen it all—and she wasn’t mad about it.