His Luna, His Obsession

Chapter Ten – Echoes of a Hidden

Lura’s POV

The morning light filtering through the grand arched windows of the guest suite warmed my skin. It was soft and golden, like something out of a dream—so far from the cold walls of the house I had run from. I sat up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar luxury of Alpha Hulf’s mansion. The sheets beneath my fingers were silk, and the room smelled faintly of lavender and something darker, muskier. His scent, I realized.

A shiver danced along my spine.

After last night—after he had driven me here, given me a room, and simply walked away—I didn’t know what to expect. I thought perhaps it was another dream. But the soreness in my legs from running, and the lingering heat on my skin from his touch, told me otherwise.

This was real.

I slipped on the robe laid out at the foot of the bed, padded barefoot across the polished wooden floor, and pushed the door open into a quiet hallway. The house—no, the mansion—was immense. High ceilings, sprawling hallways, walls adorned with ancient paintings, some of which strangely felt familiar.

Curious, I followed a faint pull in my chest, something beyond instinct. It led me down a spiral staircase, past a sunlit atrium where birds fluttered in an indoor garden, and into a wing that seemed untouched by time.

I reached a set of double oak doors, slightly ajar.

Inside was a library—easily the size of my old school auditorium. It smelled of old books, ink, and polished wood. My fingertips brushed the spines as I wandered through the shelves. Then I saw it—a massive oil painting mounted above the fireplace.

A woman.

She looked like me. No—she looked exactly like me.

Long dark curls, golden skin, eyes that seemed to hold the moon itself.

I staggered back, breath caught in my throat. A nameplate beneath read: Selene, the Blessed Moon.

Selene. The name flickered like a spark in my mind. Something ancient stirred in my blood.

I didn’t understand. Why did this feel like home? Why did I feel like I was being… watched over?

A noise behind me made me spin.

It was an old woman—tall, her gray hair coiled into a bun, wearing the uniform of the house staff.

“You must be Miss Lura,” she said gently. “The Alpha has been expecting you.”

“I… I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just…”

“Drawn here?” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Most are. But only the marked find this place without guidance.”

“Marked?” I echoed.

She studied me a moment longer. “Perhaps it’s time the past starts revealing itself. Come, breakfast is ready. The Alpha will want to see you soon.”

But as I turned to leave, I glanced one last time at the woman in the painting. Her gaze followed me—silent, sorrowful, and knowing.

Alpha Hulf’s POV

I stood in my private office, overlooking the western side of the estate, watching the cameras replay Lura’s steps through the mansion. She moved like she belonged. Like her soul had roots in the walls.

It unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

For months—years—I had seen her in dreams. Her body under mine, her mouth whispering my name, her heat surrounding me as we made love in a place that didn’t exist. I thought it was a fantasy. A torment born of my loneliness and the Moon Goddess’s delay in granting me a mate.

But then she appeared.

Broken, barefoot, trembling in the rain at the side of the road. I’d recognized her instantly.

And yet, the bond—the pull—only flared from my end. Her scent stirred my wolf. My blood boiled. But she was… calm. Confused, even. As if she didn’t feel it.

Why?

I’d run every background check I could overnight. There was no trace of her origin. A hospital record that ended at age seven. Foster files sealed by the state. Her adoptive family—humans. No wolf blood. No lineage.

Impossible.

No she-wolf could hide her nature from me. Not in my territory. Not in my presence.

Unless…

“She’s sealed,” I muttered, pacing.

A knock at the door interrupted me.

“Enter,” I barked.

It was Jared, my Beta. He looked worried.

“You were right,” he said, handing me a small silver device. “Surveillance picked up the man she overheard. I ran facial recognition through rogue channels. His name is Casmir. He used to serve under Alpha Vane of the Shadow Ridge pack.”

My jaw clenched. “Shadow Ridge?”

“They were involved in black-market magic, trafficking, and… prophecy. Before they disbanded after the war.”

That word—prophecy—rang in my ears.

“Anything on Lura’s birth records?”

“Still nothing. But there’s a match—partially. The woman in the photo you have in the moonfire room. Her name was Lyana. She disappeared twenty-four years ago after giving birth.”

“Twenty-four years…” I whispered. “Lura is twenty-four.”

Jared nodded grimly.

“Do you think she’s the one?”

I didn’t answer. Not yet. I had no proof. Only this gnawing truth in my chest.

“She’s in danger,” I said instead. “And she doesn’t even know why.”

Third Person POV – The Stranger

Casmir’s hands trembled as he poured himself a drink in the motel room outside the city.

“She knows,” he muttered. “She heard us.”

The woman he had betrayed—Lyana—would curse him from beyond if she could. He’d promised her he’d keep Lura safe, shield her from those who hunted the prophecy. But money… threats… greed… it had twisted him.

And now the girl had run. Straight into the arms of Alpha Hulf.

If Vane found out, he was dead.

He stared at his burner phone, debating whether to call the Shadow Alpha again. But what would he say?

He failed.

The girl escaped.

And worse—she might awaken.

He turned quickly to the shadows in the room. “I need help,” he said aloud.

As if summoned, a figure stepped out of the corner, cloaked in black.

“You were paid to deliver her, Casmir,” the voice rasped.

“I—I can still fix this. I know where she is. Hulf has her.”

A beat of silence. Then, a cruel laugh.

“Then it’s too late. If she awakens near him, the prophecy begins.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“You sealed her wolf once. Do it again. Before he marks her.”

Casmir’s blood went cold. He had no idea how to seal her again. That had been a favor granted by something darker, older.

But he nodded.

“I’ll do it.”

Because he didn’t have a choice.

Back at the Mansion – Lura’s POV

The breakfast was quiet. Tense. Alpha Hulf watched me as if trying to peel away every layer of my skin with his eyes.

“You found the moonfire room,” he said casually, sipping his coffee.

I nearly choked. “Is that what it’s called?”

He nodded. “Only those with wolf blood can find it.”

I paused, fork mid-air. “Are you saying I’m a…?”

“I’m saying you’re more than what you think.”

The words echoed in my bones.

Something inside me stirred. A howling in the back of my mind.

My wolf.

Or… what should have been.