Alpha’s Mistaken Luna

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It’s Friday night, and I had spent the rest of the week indoors ever since I got fired by that jerk. I kept lying to Celeste, telling her things were getting real with Maximus, when in reality I had only been a distraction. Every time I thought about it, my chest tightened.

My phone buzzed in my hand. Chloe texted that she was on her way to pick me up. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and glanced down at the mid-thigh black dress I was wearing. I told myself I deserved at least one night to feel normal again, even if I was in Celeste’s body.

I heard the sound of a horn downstairs and knew it was my cue. I headed down and stepped out to meet Chloe at the doorstep.

“Hey, bestie, you’re looking so good tonight,” Chloe yelled as soon as she saw me, turning me around with a grin.

“You look good too, girl,” I said, admiring her.

We both laughed and pulled each other into a hug.

The club came into view as we joined the queue to get in. It looked expensive even from the outside, and when we finally stepped inside, a whole new feeling washed over me as the music blasted loudly through the room.

“This place always does the trick,” Chloe yelled over the noise, turning to me with a grin. “Trust me.”

We headed straight to the bar, ordered drinks, and booked a booth tucked away in the corner. As soon as I sat down, my stomach twisted for a reason I couldn’t quite pinpoint. I had come here to forget, and I had promised myself I was going to get drunk, but something about the place made me feel restless.

“Let’s finish these drinks and get on the dance floor,” Chloe yelled excitedly as we clinked glasses. “Wow.”

As I sipped my wine, my eyes drifted around the room. Bodies were pressed together, moving to the music, lost in their own little worlds. That was when I felt it. A gaze. It was strong enough that it made my skin prickle. Slowly, my eyes lifted and met his.

“Seems like you’ve got yourself a catch,” Chloe said, following my stare.

The stranger sat on a stool nearby, smiling at me. He looked young, maybe mid-twenties, relaxed and confident. Without thinking, I gave him a soft smile back.

“What if he’s looking at you?” I asked Chloe, but she rolled her eyes and stood up, grabbing my hand.

“You’re forgetting about Maximus tonight,” she said firmly. “This is exactly what you need.”

Reluctantly, I let her pull me through the crowd. The stranger noticed us and started moving closer.

“Hey,” he shouted in my ear once we were close enough, already moving to the beat. I smiled back, realizing he didn’t look weird at all. He actually looked good.

“I’m Jace,” he said, handing me a glass of wine.

We started dancing, the music swallowing us whole, and for the first time all night, my thoughts began to blur just enough for me to breathe. I felt my back press against Jace as we swayed to the music. Suddenly, that familiar tension spiked, making my stomach flip. It felt like someone was staring straight into my soul, and I didn't have to guess who. Only one person could make me feel that way. I let my eyes roam the club, trailing upward until I locked onto a pair of dark, narrowed eyes.

Maximus.

He was gripping the metal railing so hard his knuckles were white. His jaw was tight, his face a mask of shadows as he glared down at me. How the f**k was he even here? Of course—he was still having Greg follow me.

Irritation flared in my chest as his insults from earlier replayed in my head. Why was he looking at me like he was about to explode? Was he actually jealous? A small, sharp smile curved my lips at the thought. To drive the point home, I slowly took Jace’s hand and guided it back to my waist, leaning down to grind against his crotch. I felt him harden instantly against my backside, a low groan lost in the music, but I didn't care about him. I kept my eyes locked on the man above us, watching his expression darken into something feral.

Greg came beside him and whispered in his ear, but his eyes never left mine. His expression was unreadable. Jace whispered in my ear to find somewhere private to talk, and I agreed. He walked us to the VIP booth with his hands still on my waist, my eyes staying on Maximus until he was out of sight. I smiled at myself proudly for making him feel that way.

Jace tried to make conversation with me, but my mind was lost with Maximus. He excused himself to bring some drinks, but I told him I’d had enough alcohol.

“Oh, you can have this one, it’s non-alcoholic, trust me. Grape punch,” he insisted, looking at my face, and I took it. I drank everything in one glass. He smiled at me as he took his glass of vodka.

I didn’t even know what happened, but something in my body changed. A hot burn started between my thighs, sending sharp jolts through my entire body. I crushed my lips on Jace’s, and he was caught off guard, pulling away for a second.

“Why? Don’t you want to kiss me?” I questioned, biting my lips. He couldn't even form words before he pulled me into a hot, steamy kiss as I pushed myself into his lap. Next thing I knew, I was pulled away from him. My heart thudded softly at the action as I turned to see Maximus looking at me with so much rage.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on what’s mine,” he growled, his jaw clenching as he grabbed Jace up by his shirt.

“Who the f**k are you? Get your hands off me!” Jace struggled to get out of his grip, but it only made Maximus grip his neck. He slowly choked him, Jace's face turning a pained red with veins popping, and I held onto Maximus to stop him before he killed him. He finally let go.

Jace looked at us like his life had just flashed before his eyes.

“Leave,” Maximus ordered. Jace didn't wait,he took off as fast as he could.

Maximus turned to look at me, his eyes roaming my body before he gripped my hand.

“You’re coming with me,” he said. I wanted to retaliate, but my body wouldn’t. I just found his deep, commanding voice sexy. My stomach was tingling and my cheeks were flushing. What the hell did that guy give me?

He lifted me up in a swift motion and walked us out to the car where Greg stood on his phone. He quickly opened the door for us, and Maximus put me in the seat and sat beside me, the car moving right then. He didn’t say anything to me during the ride. All I did was stare at his face, at the way his jaw clenched, and then at his perfect body under the suit. He locked eyes with me immediately, and then his eyes softened a little. I bit my lips and then slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

It surprised him, but he still didn’t react until I moved up and straddled his lap.

“What are you doing, Celeste?” His voice came out raspy as his hands moved to steady me on his lap.

“Being your distraction. Isn’t this what you want?” I whispered, my hands roaming his chest. I felt him tense under my touch. “Kiss me,” I said to him.

“You’re drunk, Celeste.” His reply was short, but his eyes said otherwise.

I told him plainly that I wasn’t drunk, that I had only taken two glasses of wine, which was the truth. I pressed my lips on his slowly and then moved to his ear biting softly on his lobe then whispered. “Please, Alpha.”

He looked at me, his eyes darkening even more as they drifted to my lips. I bit them lightly, grinding slowly against his lap and testing his control.

“Careful what you wish for, woman,” he said in a low tone.

Then he captured my lips, possessively pulling me into a breathless, passionate, and intense kiss that made me moan loudly into his mouth.

Now, this is how you end a perfect night out.