A Pregnant Luna's Second Chance Mate

Her Desire

He was there again, looking at me with that huge, handsome smile on his face.

I pretended to ignore him. But to be honest, my wolf and I were in the clouds because, never in my imagination would a Lawrence Wright give attention to a lowly Omega like me—a black rose in a family of Gamma.

“Do you see his smile? Goddess, Astrid! There is no doubt the school heartthrob is into you!” My friend, Amy, giggled as she smiled at me like crazy. “I can’t believe Lawrence Wright, the son of the Alpha and the owner of this school, noticed you!”

Even though I was the most intelligent daughter in my family and brought so many academic achievements to one of the most prestigious Werewolf academies in this city, I still got sorted out as an Omega because my body was too weak to be considered a Gamma. And my father was not happy about it. I was a huge embarrassment to my family, and the reason why my father couldn’t rank up as Beta in our pack was because of this same d*mn issue.

At the end of our period, I went to the locker area to get some of my textbooks, and my heart just pounded when I smelled that amazing scent that almost filled the whole place. The scent was refreshing and citrusy, which made me want to close my eyes until Lawrence Wright appeared and approached me with a confident smile on his face, showing me his perfect set of white teeth.

I almost gasped when he stopped in front of me, his bright, electric blue eyes locked into mine with an intense gaze that almost took my breath away.

“I’m sorry for following you here, but I just can’t help myself,” he whispered in his raspy voice with his arm propped against the blue-painted lockers, his tall, lean, and muscled body trapping me against it, making my heartbeat frantic against my chest.

Lawrence had this charm that no girl could ever resist. Those cold, mesmerizing blue eyes, straight nose, sharp jawline, and curly raven-black hair. His stares could pierce even if your heart was walled with diamonds. He was like my kryptonite. And I knew he was just a huge trouble for me.

That danger… and passion in his eyes…

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Wright. I have to go to my class—”

“I have had my eyes on you since we were kids, little bunny. I hope you know that,” the smile on his face faded and I didn’t know why I suddenly felt fear for a split second until Lawrence gave me that playful grin. His eyes remained dark when he pressed his body against mine, and I gasped. My mind was in total panic.

Goddess, it felt good and scary at the same time!

As soon as he saw my face flushed red, he started stepping away from me and winked until he was out of the locker room. Like I was some sort of amusement for him.

I blinked twice. Couldn’t believe what just happened.

Since then, whenever I walk inside the hallways, I always catch Lawrence staring at me with that dark gaze and a mysterious grin on his lips. His jerk friends asked him what he saw in me, but he just shrugged and laughed at their question. I didn’t know if I should feel flattered anymore or be more cautious around him. But my wolf and I were so attracted to those charming eyes, and the urge to be close to him was like walking on a tightrope. The height was terrifying, but I was willing to take the risk just to win his heart.

But how could I win the heart of a famous heartthrob like Lawrence Wright?

When I went home, I looked at myself in the mirror just to see a simple girl looking back at me. Brown, wavy hair, hazel brown eyes, freckled white skin, and dark eye bags because of studying late at night. There was no glow in me. Even my eyes looked tired, my skin and lips looked dry, and my hair was a huge mess. I looked down at my baggy clothes, and I started to hate myself.

I didn’t know why I was dreaming of a guy whom I knew would never like me the way I liked him. It was impossible. A stupid wish that only pathetic nerds like me create because I love living in a world that only exists in my imagination.

Disappointed with myself as I imagined again that amazing moment in the locker room with Lawrence, I threw my body on my bed and closed my eyes. What did he tell me? That he has had his eyes on me since we were kids? Was he telling the truth or was he just playing with my feelings?

Did he know that I had a crush on him? Well, that’s not surprising anymore for him because he was used to being loved by so many pretty ladies on campus. How many cheerleaders did I see him date? I couldn’t remember. All I saw at the back of my mind as I reminisced about our childhood was a young, helpless boy whom I used to be with all the time. But as he grew up into a handsome man, that was when our worlds started to separate.

Because a prince could never be with a disgusting frog like me.

I bit my lower lip hard and then filled my lungs. I could still remember his scent. It was so relaxing to smell, yet it brought trouble to my intimidated heart.

My phone made a notification sound. I groaned, and my hand fumbled as I searched for it under the crumpled sheets of my bed, and when I found it, my eyes widened with what I saw on the screen.

An unknown number with a message written: “How are you doing, little bunny?”

It was ten in the evening, and screaming was not a good option. The house was too big for me, my dad, and my sister, but I knew if I screamed, I would be heard even by our neighbors!

“What the… I can’t remember giving him my number,” I whispered to myself, panting, feeling so freaking nervous. I felt like my blood ran up my head because I was so dizzy, yet there was such a huge smile on my face that my cheeks started to hurt.

My hands trembled. Should I reply or should I ignore him?

Would it be dangerous if I gave him a hint that I was also interested in him? That I was freaking into him?

Goddess! I was sweating!

“Hey, how did you know my number?” I replied to him as I bit my lower lip hard.

Two seconds later, I saw him reply, “I have good sources. I always get what I want. And you know that.”

It was as if I heard his voice saying those words inside my head. That raspy, low voice of his always made the hairs on my skin rise and my throat dry. There was something in him that made me want to close my eyes and imagine his warm arms wrapped around me, caressing my soft skin.

When I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, my face was all red and hot.

I desire him… I wanted Lawrence Wright.

How could I even look at him again when I was having these lustful thoughts in my head? The full moon was near, and I would finally know who my mate was.

But I already had an idea. In my head, those amazing blue eyes stared down at me. Those plump pink lips so close to my lips...

And it was a huge red flag—a red stop light that blinked wildly inside my head, telling me that Lawrence Wright was a storm coming my way.

And I was ready to destroy my life if it meant I could be with him.

My phone notified me again, and I read Lawrence’s text message:

“Can you meet me in the park tomorrow at ten?”