Bound By The Moon

Chapter 2 — The Day I First Saw Him

(Elena’s POV)

I didn’t go to school today - or maybe, deep down, I just didn’t want to.

So I spent the entire day locked away in my room, lost in my own thoughts.

I never believed in fate.

Not until the day it walked into my school wearing a leather jacket and a smile that made the entire hallway stop breathing.

Now, sitting in the dim light of my new bedroom - the room that smells faintly of cedar and fresh paint - I can’t stop thinking about him. About Adrian Blake.

My stepbrother.

The word tastes strange on my tongue. I repeat it in my head, trying to make it sound normal, trying to erase the memory of that first day I saw him three months ago. But it’s impossible. The memory plays on repeat - every detail sharp, like it’s branded into me.

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Three Months Ago…

The first day at a new school always feels like walking into someone else’s life.

Everything looks familiar, yet wrong. The hallways smell different, the faces are strangers, and even the bell sounds harsher.

I had transferred midway through the semester. Mom said it would be a “fresh start” - new city, new people, new chance to forget the past. But standing there, clutching my schedule, I didn’t feel fresh. I felt lost.

The first thing I noticed about Crescent High wasn’t the teachers or the students. It was the silence that followed one name - Adrian Blake.

He wasn’t just popular. He was mythical. Every conversation whispered his name. Every girl spoke of him like a fantasy.

And then, he walked in.

I was at my locker, fumbling with the combination, when the air changed - like someone had opened a door to a storm. Laughter quieted, whispers died, and every head turned toward the entrance.

That’s when I saw him.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Black hair that caught the light just right. Eyes the color of molten gold - sharp and lazy at the same time. He moved through the hallway like he owned it, surrounded by a group of guys who followed his every step.

But it wasn’t just his looks. It was the way the air shifted around him - charged, electric.

And for a moment, he looked right at me.

Our eyes met - just for a second. A flicker. But that second burned. My breath caught in my throat, and something deep inside me stirred. Something wild and old and impossible.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t look away either. Just… stared. Like he was trying to figure out a secret he already half-knew.

Then, as suddenly as he appeared, he turned and walked away. The noise of the hallway returned, but I couldn’t move. I remember touching my chest, half afraid my heart had stopped.

I told myself it was nothing. Just nerves. Just a new girl noticing the school’s golden boy.

But for the rest of the day, I could feel his presence even when he wasn’t near. Like the faint hum of electricity under my skin.

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I tried to avoid him after that.

He sat three rows behind me in English, always slouched in his chair, spinning a pen between his fingers. Girls giggled whenever he spoke. Teachers either adored him or were too afraid to confront him.

And yet, every time I looked up - even by accident - I’d find his gaze on me. Not in a way that was teasing or flirty. It was intense. Focused. Like I was something he couldn’t look away from.

Once, during lunch, I caught him watching me from across the cafeteria. His friends were laughing about something, but he wasn’t. He was just… staring.

When our eyes met, his jaw clenched, and for a moment, I could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of gold flash in his eyes.

I blinked, and it was gone.

After that, strange things started happening.

I’d feel someone’s gaze before actually seeing them. I could hear whispers from across the hall, smell rain before it touched the ground. And whenever Adrian was nearby, my heartbeat went wild - fast, erratic, hungry.

I didn’t tell anyone. How could I? “Hey, Mom, I think the school’s popular guy might be some kind of walking fever dream who makes my senses go crazy.” Yeah, that would’ve gone well.

So I stayed quiet. Pretended nothing was wrong.

Until the day he disappeared.

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It happened suddenly. One Monday, he just… didn’t show up. No one knew why. Rumors spread - he got suspended, he moved away, he was in some secret trouble.

I tried not to care. But I did. Every time I walked past his empty seat, something inside me twisted.

And then, just as suddenly, he was back - exactly a week later.

He looked the same, but different. His presence was heavier, sharper, like the air bent around him. And when he saw me again, his expression changed completely.

There was shock. Then anger. Then something else - something fierce and possessive.

He didn’t talk to me that day. But I caught him staring, jaw tight, like he was fighting with himself.

It was the last day before everything changed.

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Present…

Now, three months later, he’s downstairs.

My stepbrother.

The same boy who made my pulse stutter every time he looked at me. The one who vanished, then came back darker, more intense. The one who’s now sitting a few feet away from my mother - smiling like fate didn’t just play the cruelest trick imaginable.

I press my palms against my knees, breathing slowly.

This can’t be real.

“Dinner’s ready!” Mom’s voice echoes from downstairs, cheerful and unaware of the storm in my head.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are pale, my eyes too bright. I force myself to stand, fix my hair, and walk toward the door.

The staircase creaks under my feet. And there he is.

Adrian Blake. Sitting at the head of the dining table like he’s always belonged there. His golden eyes lift, meeting mine, and for a moment, the world stops.

There’s a flash of recognition in his gaze - not surprise this time, but something deeper. A pull.

“Hey,” he says quietly, voice rough, almost hesitant. “Elena, right?”

I nod, because speaking feels impossible.

Mom beams between us, oblivious. “You two already know each other from school, right? Isn’t that great?”

Adrian’s lips twitch. “Yeah. Great.”

There’s something behind that word - a tension even my mother’s cheer can’t smooth over. His gaze doesn’t waver from mine.

Every nerve in my body screams to look away, but I can’t. It’s like he’s holding me there, his eyes binding me in place.

Dinner passes in fragments -Mom talking about the move, Mr. Blake asking polite questions, and me trying to breathe normally while Adrian’s leg brushes mine under the table. It’s accidental, I tell myself. A coincidence. But the jolt that shoots up my spine says otherwise.

He doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t move his leg either.

By the time dinner ends, I’m shaking.

“Good night,” I murmur, escaping toward the stairs.

But just as I reach the top step, I hear his voice - low, meant only for me.

“You remember, don’t you?”

I freeze. “Remember what?”

He looks up at me, that same unreadable expression on his face. “The first day we met.”

My throat tightens. “That was months ago.”

“I know.” His voice is a whisper now, almost a growl. “But I remember the way you smelled. The way your heart raced. I knew it then… and I know it now.”

My pulse hammers. “Knew what?”

He smiles, slow and dangerous. “That you are my Mate.”

I pressed my palms against his chest, as if that could calm the storm blazing in his eyes.

“You’re insane,” I breathed, my voice trembling — caught somewhere between defiance and the pull I could no longer resist.

I don’t breathe until I’m in my room with the door locked. My heart’s still racing, my mind spinning with his words.

"Mate."

The word shouldn’t sound the way it does - like a promise, like a threat, like something I’ve already accepted deep down.

I press my palm against my chest and whisper to the silence, “What’s happening to me?”

Outside, the moonlight filters through the window, silver and cold. The night air hums with energy, alive and watchful.

Somewhere below, I hear footsteps - steady, deliberate. Adrian’s voice drifts faintly through the floorboards, low and rough, speaking to someone I can’t see.

And though I don’t understand the words, I feel them. Like they’re meant for me.

Like the beginning of something I can’t escape.

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MID NIGHT

I was asleep, my eyes closed, the soft satin of my nightdress brushing against my skin. For some reason, warmth always wrapped around me, even when the night turned cold - it had become a strange kind of comfort.

In my sleep, I felt it - a touch. Rough fingertips tracing the skin of my bare thighs. The sensation was unfamiliar yet achingly familiar at the same time, sending a delicate shiver down my spine. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it was.

Adrian.

He leaned closer, his breath whispering against my face, warm and unsteady. His hands slid around my waist, and the contact drew a soft gasp from my lips. A rush of goosebumps danced across my skin, my heart beating faster than it should.

His breath hovered over my lips - close enough to taste the warmth between us. My breathing turned shallow, trembling with anticipation. Then came his voice - low, rough, and filled with something primal.

“ Mate.”

I woke with a start. My chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths. The room was empty, silent - only the cool night air drifting through the open window, and somewhere in the distance, the haunting howls of wolves filled the darkness.

What's Wrong With Me .

That night, I dream of him.