Luna’s Sins Of The Night

Chapter 2

She finally realized that the sports season had begun. She hastily requested that he wait close to her building as the omega hurried to the restroom after giving herself a forehead slap.

When she got out of the car, her best buddy, Fred Fabian, was already there, leaning against the side of his car with sunglasses covering his eyes.

Even though they have only been friends for six months, she already feels that way. Perhaps because he was an alpha wolf.

Naturally, she had faith in him. Without any hesitation, he walked over to her and slid his sunglasses up before giving her a tight embrace. Ready to go?

Amelia exhaled gradually. "No."

He retreated while making a noise. "Come on, you can come to me; I'll be on the field."

Yes, her best friend played football as well, but she didn't despise him the way some people did. He was more sensible, never made anyone feel inferior, and, most importantly, he is incredibly encouraging.

Sure, the Omega murmured in a low voice. Not that she required assistance from anyone to kick her ass.

***

Amelia was an athlete, specifically a runner, which is why her application was quickly accepted.

She wasn't one of the few beta runners—most of them were terrified of falling short against the Alphas. Nothing made her happier than watching their nasty expressions when she defeated them.

The locker room door shutting with a dull thud jarred her out of her train of thought. Running was just an adjunct in the brochure; there was no locker room for runners. The other players had to jam into the changing room, which was only for the football douchebags.

Her head sprang up as she sensed a presence in the space, and her eyes landed immediately on the newcomer. Her realization that he was an alpha occurred to her in a split second.

The Alpha said indifferently, "I don't think you should be here," as his eyes lingered over her body.

He had vivid moss green eyes, sharp features, a pointed nose, and chocolate brown locks that framed them. Amelia gulped, since she thought the man was quite attractive.

He then asked, "Are you lost?"

Her mouth clenched at the way he said it. The arrogance in his tone surprised her. "Uhh...no?"

The handsome Alpha arched an eyebrow as he moved deeper into the room. "Then you must know that these are the locker rooms of the Alpha-Beta athletes, yeah?"

He came to a stop not too far from where Amelia was sitting in front of a locker and let his black Nike bag carelessly fall to the ground. He then turned back around and faced her while holding his arms crossed.

She said, "I know that", and her heart began to beat faster. The Alpha was a little terrifying because he was so tall, seemed like he wouldn't take any crap, and was obviously an Alpha from the way he carried himself and moved around by himself.

And despite Amelia's denial of her true gender, the Alpha who was watching her continued to manipulate her betraying body.

For one thing, it made her feel inadequate. I was on the verge of giving in to him. She detested it in its entirety.

Amelia asked sharply, copying his arm-crossing motion, "What are you implying?"

The Alpha was not at all impressed with her bravery display and remarked, "I'm implying that you don't belong here," in a bored voice. He then turned to the closest locker and started taking his shirt off.

She could not look away from his exposed upper torso because the air in the room suddenly felt hot and humid. Amelia was compelled to look at the tattoos covering his chest. enormous sign. A pack insignia, perhaps.

Amelia shook her head and walked away, recovering her composure. It made no difference if the Alpha she was facing was incredibly attractive. The omega said haughtily, "Sucks for you then, because I am a star runner at the university. I have every right to be here."

He was taking off his narrow pants and was ready to put on his shorts when she heard some rustling of clothing. Not that she intended to verify the accuracy of her presumptions.

"But you're an omega, right? You're the star runner of the university."

As those words were spoken, dread crept into the pit of her stomach. She sensed his eyes following her as her eyes widened. Amelia turned to face him and took a measured breath.

Shit! That was not feasible; he was unable to know. No way was there! The Alpha—could she be smelled? Has that damn pill failed? Was her dream meant to end before it ever started? Oh, no! Or perhaps he's just attempting to surround her.

As soon as she could speak, Amelia retaliated, "What makes you say that? I'm a Beta!"

The omega wanted to end on an incredulous chuckle to highlight how absurd his statements were, but she refrained since she worried that it would only sound scratchy and out of breath. That would simply raise questions about the omega.

Amelia noticed the Alpha moving out of the corner of her eye before he abruptly appeared in front of her. She couldn't help but stare up at him.

The Alpha shrugged and said, "Oh, I don't know. It's mostly the way you seem. You are dainty, and you have the face of an Omega, lovely and delicate.

Amelia growled angrily and looked at him. If she came out as resentful, Amelia thought she did a wonderful job. "Gee, thanks! Is this how you judge people?

Based on their looks? So stereotypical!" she said. Always a great technique to get folks to back off was to act offended. And also hold them accountable.

The Alpha's lips were pursed, and there was a furrow between his brows. She wished he would leave.

I didn't intend to upset you, he said, sounding a little awkward and uncertain.

Amelia boldly looked into his eyes as he took up his cleats and said, "Then you can apologize."

The Alpha, however, simply shrugged and left like nothing had occurred. Already, she detested him.

***

She met Fred and Mira, her roommate, in the cafeteria following the practice. In order to commemorate finishing her run, Amelia also ordered a smoothie to go with her sandwich.

Two Alphas then walked into the cafeteria at that time. The individual who reprimanded her in the changing room was one of them. As those Alphas walked directly to their table, she saw several others turn their attention in their direction.

She raised an eyebrow and asked Fred , "Why is everyone staring at them like that?"

Even though Amelia adored her university, she didn't follow the rumors. She was also missing for the majority of the month because she was too preoccupied with her other interests.

Because they are local celebrities, of course.

"Who?"

She felt a swat from Mira. How do you not recognize them?

Instead of rolling her eyes at her roommate, Amelia chose to concentrate on Fred . Maybe he has a solution for her.

They are the wealthiest students at this university. " The one on the left is Xavier William , the football captain and an Alpha Hellhound; his family owns William Stadium; they also sponsor Liverpool, the biggest football team; and beside him is his best friend, Chris Parker; his father is the trustee of this college; and he's also on the team.

Mira sighed, daydreamingly. Additionally, they are heated.

Fred coughed. If you specify."

You just don't have taste, Mira teased.

Xavier and Chris suddenly appeared in front of them, looking directly at Fred . Amelia made an effort to contain her anger when she saw how the Xavier guy behaved in the changing area. It wasn't important.

Chris spoke up, his brows hardening. "Fred , why the hell are you sitting here?"

My best friend Amelia is over here, and I'm catching up with her and her roommate Mira, Fred sighed.

The Hellhounds both turned to gaze at Amelia, who was merely eating her sandwich without pausing to spare them a glance. Except for Fred , she didn't want to hang out with the popular boys.

Oh, I recognize you.

To get a better view of the omega, Xavier leaned his elbows against the table.

Amelia started to speak, but Xavier was stopped by Fred . Her best friend gritted his teeth as they stood face-to-face. Amelia is off-limits. Xavier, stop with your sleazy pick-up lines here. She is my pal.

The Alpha clenched his teeth, his eyes growing gloomy, but Amelia cut him off. "We've already met, Fred ."

"When?"

Xavier's brow twitched. It is "in the locker room."

Fred didn't appear to be at all impressed. She questioned why her best friend was protecting her from Xavier at the same time. How could Amelia be protected from an Alpha like Xavier?

***

Under his closed eyelids, Xavier's eyes moved. He inhaled a nasty puff of air and licked his chapped lips.

His nose wrinkled as a breath abruptly came back at him. The hellhound turned his face and took a whiff of something that smelled both new and like alcohol.

Small feet were digging between his ankles as a warm body that was wrapped in his arms squirmed and made a faint huffing noise.

The individual nuzzled their head back and hummed gently as Xavier tightened his left arm's hold on them.

For a long time, the guy was still and silent. Each time they inhaled or exhaled, their chests and backs grew larger and touched.

There was no one walking around the frat house in football attire or making protein shakes in the kitchen, and for a change, nobody was having s*x on the pool table.

Finally, curiosity won out over tiredness. He pulled his head off the pillow and opened his emerald eyes, only to squint in the harsh light. Why does he consistently overlook closing the blinds?

The Alpha muttered something about it under his breath and then dragged his eyes up and down while blinking a few times.

At that point, he noticed an unidentified beta in his bed. His high-count thread bed sheet was covered in her beautiful, platinum-blond hair.

Inquiring after her, the Alpha yanked the duvet off the stranger's breast. He pondered, "Huh," as his brows furrowed. He had taken attractive girls to bed before, and he most likely wouldn't stop doing so.

Life would go on as usual so long as none of the girls mentioned were overly attached or created a public spectacle. It was one of the many advantages of being a famous athlete in the modern era and a wealthy hellhound.

The Alpha yawned and closed his eyes.