His Luna, His Obsession

I always see him in my dreams. He’s tall, powerful, and impossibly beautiful. His hands are large, calloused, and firm as they roam my body with reverence and hunger. I feel every touch like fire dancing across my skin, every breath he exhales stirring something ancient in me. He pulls me close in that way he always does, like I belong to him. Like I’ve always belonged to him. His lips graze my neck, and my breath hitches. My body hums, aching for more. His right arm wraps tight around my waist, holding me like I might disappear, while the other moves downward—slow, deliberate, claiming. I don’t want him to stop. I never do. But just as his fingers reach the edge of my— “Haha! How does a single virgin like you have such hot dreams every night?” I shot up, startled, my heart pounding as reality shattered the illusion. My sister Priceless leaned against my doorframe, smirking like a vulture ready to peck apart whatever peace I had left. “Anyway, dream on,” she added with a scoff. “That’s the only place you’ll ever experience something like that.” I blinked at her, still caught between sleep and waking. My body was on fire. I could still feel him. His scent, warm and woodsy. His voice—always whispering my name like it was a sacred word. “Make breakfast, clean our rooms, and don’t be late for work,” Priceless snapped. “And don’t forget—it’s payday. Mum and Dad said to bring the check home. That’s how you show gratitude to the family that’s keeping you alive when no one else wants you.” She slammed the door hard enough to rattle the walls. I sat still for a moment, trying not to cry. Not this morning. Not again. I’ve had these dreams since I was sixteen. Always the same man. Always the same intensity. Always the same yearning that never fully goes away even after I wake. I used to think I was going crazy. Now, I just keep it to myself. My name is Lura. I’m twenty-four, turning twenty-five in two weeks. And no, I’m not a freak. I’m just… different. At least that’s what I tell myself when the world makes it clear I don’t belong. I was adopted when I was a baby—or, more accurately, found abandoned by the roadside and taken in by a couple who couldn’t conceive. For a while, it was okay. They named me, fed me, dressed me. For a couple of years, I was theirs. Then, two years later, they had a miracle. A real one. My sister, Priceless. A human child from their own bodies. And when their son Eli came after that, I became a leftover. A burden. A mistake. “If I knew I could get pregnant, I would’ve left you there where we found you,” my mother once told me, cold as stone. “Doctors aren’t God.” I think I stopped crying that day. The slap comes exactly thirty seconds after I hear her footsteps. “What are you still doing here, you ungrateful child?” my mother shouts, her hand stinging across my cheek. “Get up! The house won’t clean itself, and your job isn’t an excuse to slack off.” I bite my tongue and run—straight to the kitchen like a scared mouse—already mentally ticking off everything I have to do: dishes, sweeping, scrubbing bathrooms, fixing breakfast, gathering laundry. By the time I rush out the door for work, my paycheck safely tucked into my worn-out bag, my hands are raw and my stomach is empty. But I don’t care. Because The Crescent Hotel is the only place I breathe. It’s a massive glass and steel luxury tower in the heart of the city—ten levels of sheer elegance. I work there as a waitress. The uniform fits me like armor. The smile I wear is polished. There, no one knows I sleep in a house full of cold stares and colder fists. No one knows I was once a roadside secret. No one knows that I see him. The man from my dreams. “Lura,” my supervisor, Claire, calls as soon as I clock in. “You’re on the executive floor today. The twenty-second.” I freeze. “That’s the VIP floor,” I say, blinking. “Why me?” Claire shrugs. “Don’t ask me. Orders came from above. Just be polite, efficient, and don’t stare at anyone rich.” I nod, trying not to let my hands shake. The executive floor is off-limits to most of the staff. Only the elite dine there. Celebrities, business magnates, international guests. And— Alpha Hulf. The thought sends a chill racing down my spine. I’ve never seen him in person. No one really has. Not unless you’re upper management or handpicked to serve his private meetings. But I know the rumors. Everyone does. The Alpha. The billionaire. The ruler of five major territories. No Luna. No scandals. No weaknesses. And yet… my dreams whisper of him. Could it be…? No. That’s insane. Dreams are just dreams. Still, as I step into the private elevator, something shifts. The moment the doors slide shut behind me, the air thickens. There’s a scent. Not like anything I’ve ever smelled before—rich, earthy, wild. My skin prickles. My heartbeat stutters. The air around me hums like electricity is crawling across my skin. Déjà vu. The feeling hits me so hard I grip the railing for balance. This has happened before. Not here—not really. But in my dreams. When the elevator dings on the twenty-second floor, my pulse is a drumbeat in my ears. I step out onto thick, luxurious carpet, the hall lined with silver and black decor, glass chandeliers sparkling above. The room ahead—the private dining lounge—is open. And standing inside it, back turned to me, is a man in a charcoal suit. Even from behind, his presence coils like smoke through the air. Tall. Broad. Shoulders like carved stone. His scent hits me again—stronger this time—and I have to blink hard to keep from swaying. He turns. And I freeze. It’s him. The man from my dreams. Exactly him. Every line of his face, every shadowed edge, every piercing silver gaze. Except this time, he’s real. Our eyes lock—and something in my chest flutters violently. His jaw tightens. He takes one slow step toward me. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can barely think. All I know is this is the moment my dreams have whispered about for years. This is the moment reality and fantasy collapse into one. And for a split second, I swear— I see hunger flash in his eyes. Raw. Fierce. Territorial. Like I’m something he’s been waiting for his entire life.