Chapter two: The Unknown burning
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Alpha Hulf’s POV
She was in my dreams again.
Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, her scent winding around me like the pull of a storm I never wanted to escape. My fingers tangled in her hair, her lips parted beneath mine, whispering my name like a sacred chant.
And then I was inside her—slow, deep, powerful strokes. She moaned, nails clawing at my back, legs locked around my waist as if she’d never let me go. She cried out again, trembling beneath me, and just as she whispered those three words—
I woke up. Alone. Again.
My breath was ragged as I sat up in bed, running a hand over my sweat-damp chest. The same dream. Every. Damn. Night.
It had started almost a year ago, out of nowhere. At first, I’d thought it was just lust. A fantasy my mind had conjured to entertain my frustration. But it was always her. Same hair like wildfire, same eyes like a brewing storm, same voice begging me not to stop.
I didn’t know who she was.
And yet I wanted her more than anything in this world.
I was Alpha Hulf of the Northern Crescent Pack. The strongest, richest Alpha in the modern werewolf world. Others called me ruthless. Dangerous. A king in an empire of wolves.
But none of that mattered when I woke up each morning aching for a woman who didn’t exist outside of my dreams.
Until today.
I was reviewing reports in the lounge office of my hotel when her scent hit me like a thunderclap—lavender and moonlight. My wolf went berserk. My blood ignited.
Mate.
I didn’t even believe it at first.
I stood there frozen, heart hammering in my chest, eyes locked on the woman who’d just walked through the elevator doors.
It was her.
The woman from my dreams.
But she wasn’t a wolf. Her scent—though alluring—carried no trace of our kind.
Human.
How was that possible?
I stared, unable to breathe as she stepped inside, her eyes meeting mine with the same stunned confusion. She looked at me like she knew me. Like she’d felt it too. My instincts screamed to go to her, to take her in my arms and never let go.
“Damian,” I said to my assistant, voice tight. “Leave.”
He glanced between us, hesitated, then nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.
I took one step forward.
She didn’t run.
Good.
“You,” I said.
She blinked. “Me?”
I swallowed hard. Her voice—it was exactly like in the dreams.
“What’s your name?”
“Lura.”
Gods. Even her name felt familiar.
I didn’t move closer. Not yet. I could see the war in her eyes—something about me unsettled her. Or maybe it thrilled her. I wasn’t sure yet.
“You work here?”
“I… yes. I’m just a waitress.” She looked down, like that somehow made her less.
“No,” I said softly. “You’re not just anything.”
Her head lifted slightly. There was fire behind her gaze, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
I was certain of one thing: She was mine.
Dream or no dream. Wolf or human. I would find out what she was—and keep her safe.
Even if it meant rewriting every rule of our world.
Lura’s POV
I could still feel the heat of his stare as I followed him into his office.
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
I’d seen this man in my dreams for weeks. Months, maybe. Always faceless. Always dominant. Always driving me wild with a hunger I didn’t understand. I’d wake up breathless, flushed, aching with need. Alone in my cold bed with his name unspoken on my tongue.
And now here he was. Real. Gorgeous. Commanding.
He moved like he owned everything he touched—and he probably did.
Alpha Hulf, owner of Crescent Hotels. The man everyone whispered about. Powerful. Elusive. Untouchable.
So why was he looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth breathing for?
The office door clicked shut behind me. My heart pounded in my chest.
He turned to face me, gaze still locked onto mine like he was trying to see straight through me.
“This might sound insane,” I said carefully, “but… I’ve seen you before. In dreams.”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “What kind of dreams?”
I hesitated. “The kind that makes you wake up… needing cold water and a fan.”
His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching.
“Same here,” he said, voice low and dark. “Every night.”
My breath caught.
Why did that make me feel… chosen?
“But I don’t even know you,” I said. “Why would I dream of you?”
He stepped forward slowly, like I was something delicate he didn’t want to spook. “I don’t know. But I’ve been searching for you since the first time I saw your face in those dreams.”
My skin prickled. “You think this is fate?”
“I know it is.”
My head spun. I’d spent my whole life feeling like I didn’t belong. Adopted. Unwanted. Pushed around and reminded I was lucky just to be alive. Now this man was looking at me like I was a miracle.
It was too much.
“I’m human,” I blurted, needing to shatter the moment before it swallowed me whole. “I’m no one special.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t say that again.”
“I’m just—”
“You’re mine.”
I froze.
“What?”
“I don’t know how or why yet,” he said, stepping closer, “but I feel it. Something ancient connects us. Something sacred.”
I trembled under his intensity. I should’ve run. Should’ve called security or slapped him or screamed. But I didn’t.
Because some strange, hidden part of me believed him.
Some part of me wanted to believe him.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to,” he replied. “Not yet. But you will.”
His hand reached out slowly—so slowly—and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. My whole body lit up like he’d sparked a fuse under my skin.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Lura,” he said gently. “But I won’t lie either. I’ve waited too long. I need to be near you.”
My knees felt weak. My breath stuttered.
I was either losing my mind… or finally finding something real.
“Okay,” I said, barely a whisper. “What now?”
His smile was slow, almost reverent.
“Now… we begin.”
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