His Luna, His Obsession

Chapter Five: Something Broken, Something Burning

Lura’s POV

The streetlights flickered like half-formed memories as I walked the cracked sidewalk home. The air felt heavier than usual, clinging to my skin like the remnants of a dream I couldn’t shake. Alpha Hulf’s eyes—those dark, storm-filled oceans—kept replaying in my mind. The way he looked at me… like I was something lost and precious.

Something *his*.

It was insane. He was a CEO, an alpha, and I was just… me. An orphan. A waitress. A girl with nothing but scraps of dreams and a bruised heart.

My key barely turned in the lock before the door was yanked open from the inside.

“You’re late,” my mother snapped. Her robe clung to her bony shoulders like a vulture’s wings.

“I worked overtime,” I murmured, stepping inside.

Priceless leaned against the staircase with her arms crossed, eyes rolling. “Overtime or spreading those legs for tips?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting copper. Don’t respond. Don’t give them more power than they already take.

“Go warm the soup,” my mother barked. “Your father didn’t eat, and Eli is cranky. Your check better be intact.”

I held the envelope tighter in my pocket. Every time I handed it over, it felt like handing away a piece of myself.

In the kitchen, I stirred the lukewarm stew mechanically. The smells brought no comfort—just memories. The last time I tried to keep some of my check for new shoes, my mother had thrown the pot across the room, burning my arm. I still had the scar.

As I stood there, steam rising, a flash of memory stabbed through me—too vivid to ignore.

Flashback

I was eight, holding a drawing I’d made in school. It was of a wolf—a white one with silver eyes. I’d been dreaming of her for weeks.

“Mom, look!” I said, holding it out with a smile.

She stared down at it, then at me, her face darkening. “Where did you see this?”

“I… I dreamt her. She’s mine. My—”

Slap. Hard and sudden.

“You’re human. Stop talking nonsense. Wolves are monsters.”

The pot sizzled too loud, and I snapped out of it.

Back then, I didn’t understand. Now I wondered. What if that wolf was… *me*?

The dreams with Alpha Hulf weren’t just dreams anymore. They *felt like memories. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise under the moonlight had the weight of something real.

But I didn’t have time to explore that thought. After dinner, while cleaning up, my mother hissed behind me.

“You’ve been different lately. You’re walking around like you have secrets.”

I didn’t answer.

“Whatever you’re hiding,” she said, voice low and venomous, “don’t forget where you came from. Don’t think for one second that just because you have a job and a pretty face, the world owes you something.”

I clenched the sponge in my hand until it tore apart.

Later that night, in bed, I pressed my face into my pillow. I wanted to scream. Cry. Run.

But all I could do was dream.

And when I did, he was there again—Alpha Hulf.

His hand traced my bare back. His lips found mine. His scent wrapped around me like silk and fire.

“My mate,” he whispered. “Mine.”

Alpha Hulf’s POV

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my penthouse office, eyes locked on the crescent moon hanging low over the skyline. The night had a strange hum to it—as if the wind carried whispers only wolves could hear.

“She’s real,” I muttered to myself.

I wasn’t going mad. The woman from my dreams—the one who haunted my every waking thought—wasn’t just fantasy. I’d found her. In my hotel, of all places. Dressed in that simple black-and-white uniform, hair pulled back, scent like wild jasmine after a storm.

And she had no idea.

She didn’t feel the bond—not yet. But I did. Every nerve in my body screamed for her. My wolf paced inside me, restless, agitated.

Why doesn’t she feel it?

“Alpha?”

I turned. Caleb, my beta, stood in the doorway.

“Did you find anything?” I asked.

He stepped forward, eyes uncertain. “Her file is… strange.”

I narrowed my gaze.

“She’s been working here a year. But there’s nothing before that. No birth certificate. No medical history. No social footprint until four years ago. It’s like she just… appeared.”

That made the wolf inside me growl. “No relatives? Foster care?”

“Adopted by humans. No legal record of how. Just a note in the social services system—‘found abandoned roadside.’ She was seven.”

Seven.

My mind whirled. That age… it mattered. The Moon Goddess often marked her vessels young.

Was it possible?

“She could be a rogue,” Caleb offered. “Maybe her parents were on the run.”

“No,” I said firmly. “She doesn’t even know she’s a wolf. I watched her. She didn’t flinch at dominance. No reaction to my aura. It’s sealed.”

“Then why now? Why is the bond active?”

I turned back to the window.

“I don’t know. But someone went to great lengths to hide her. From everyone.

I paused. “Send someone to watch her house. Discreetly.”

Caleb hesitated. “You think she’s in danger?”

“I know she is. If I can feel her awakening, others might too.”

I didn’t need a prophecy to tell me she was important. My instincts screamed that her blood was powerful—too powerful to be left unguarded.

I lit a cigar, though I barely tasted it.

Whoever sealed her did it to protect her. But that also meant…

They feared something.

And I was going to find out why

Because no matter what secrets wrapped around her like chains, I would break every one of them.

For her.

My mate.