His Powerful Human Luna (Book 1)

Chapter 2: Butterflies and Knives

***SYMONE'S POV***

"Hey, Symone! Where have you been, girl? We were supposed to meet up like 20 minutes ago. I haven't seen you in forever! You and Darla are supposed to be helping me pick out my outfit for my date tonight," Angela, my best friend, yelled at me, flailing her arms around as I stepped out of my SUV and walked toward her.

"Would you quiet down, please? My head hurts, and I didn't sleep well last night," I expressed while rubbing my temples.

I had a weird reoccurring dream for about a week. I didn't usually have dreams while I slept, especially ones of gorgeous, naked men- man- werewolf? As if that wasn't bizarre enough, they kept me up all night, and I woke up with my heart pounding- like I was actually there with him. I wouldn't think much of it; only the same dream kept happening over and over again. I felt like it had to mean something.

"Again? Girl, what is the issue? You have been sleepless for almost a week now. Maybe you should see a doctor," my other friend, Darla, said as she approached us.

"No, I'm fine. I have a very high pain tolerance. Which is why I can stand this pain in my ass," I glared at Angela as I flipped my dark curly locks smugly and strutted passed them into the first store.

"b***h," Angela said jokingly. Darla laughed and stuck her tongue out at me, following me inside. One of the store clerks greeted us, and Angela grabbed my hand, pulling me to the dresses.

"I need something sexy but not too revealing...but I also don't want too much covered up. You know?" Angela proclaimed as she scrolled through the dresses on the racks.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about," I stared blankly at my friend, and she scoffed.

I was okay with shopping, but this place was not my style. It screamed Angela. She always needed a new outfit for every little occasion. Angela is tall- much taller than me. Our bodies are different as well. I'm the curvy one; thick hips, thighs, big butt, flat belly, and big boobs. Angela has more of a Victoria's Secret model body. She is about five-eight, thin, with long legs and light brown hair. She's a beautiful girl with dark mocha skin and green eyes. Darla is a stunning girl too. She's about the same height as me but petite; she has a small frame but big boobs. She's got pale skin, bright blonde hair, and blue eyes, but she has the same taste in clothes as Angela.

I moaned heavily. "Why am I here? Couldn't Darla cover this trip?" I skimmed through dresses I knew I'd never buy.

"Symone, we never get to see you since you moved out of town. Plus, you are my voice of reason. Darla would tell me to buy them all, and you would be the prude and tell me to think rationally. You two keep me balanced." She gave me a big cheesy grin before moving to the next rack.

"Symone, look at this!" Darla floated over to me, holding a long soft pink dress with a slit on both sides and a low cut in the front. "This dress would look beautiful on you. It's perfect for your skin tone!"

I froze when I saw the dress. I had a flash of that dream I kept having. I was wearing something very similar while standing by a river. Wow, what a coincidence, right?

"You hate it, don't you? I'll put it back," Darla turned to walk away. "No, no, it's...cute. But we are here for Angela, not me," I giggled at her.

"True, but it wouldn't hurt to switch things up a bit. Maybe you could get a date and stop scaring all the cute boys that look at you away." Darla turned on her heels and strode away. I wanted to smack her in the back of her head, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dress, about that dream- about him. Who was he?

"It's not her fault they're all so scared of her. She's got R.B.F.S.," Angela yelled from the dressing room.

"What the hell is R.B.F.S.?" Darla asked, twisting her nose as her brow furrowed. I rolled my eyes. I knew where this was headed.

"Resting b***h face syndrome. Sadly that's her actual face, and there is no cure." Angela said. I rolled my eyes. Angela opened the dressing room door and stepped out. "So what about this one?" She gave a little twirl in a deep maroon-colored mini dress with rhinestone straps.

"That is so hot," Darla cooed, looking Angela up and down as she fixed the strap for her. I looked at her with a raised brow.

"See? R.B.F.S." She turned around, swinging her long waves before returning to the dressing room to try on another dress. After using the aisles as a runway for twenty more minutes, Angela chose her outfit for her big date along with three other bags worth of clothes. Darla had two bags full of things, and I only had one with a couple of tank tops I liked. We headed to our parked cars to drop our bags off, then started towards the next store.

"Okay, now I need some sexy heels," Angela said as she scanned the shopping center for her next target. I pointed to a shoe store, and Darla and Angela hurried inside. I was still deep in my thoughts when Angela came up behind me.

"Hey boo, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She bopped me on the top of my head.

"Nothing, just tired, is all." I smiled at her.

"Well, don't worry. This will be the last store we go into before we go get lunch and I am gonna BUY YOU A DRANK," said Angela, singing the last part.

"IMMA TAKE YA HOME WITH MEEEE," Darla continued the song from the other side of the store before I could protest. The next thing I knew, the three of us were singing T-Pain, and the other customers and employees in the shoe store were looking at us and giggling.

We paid for our things and walked back to our cars again. This time I found a cute pair of black rhinestone flip-flops and some nice booties. Angela had two bags this time, and Darla had three. After we put our bags into our cars for the second time, the girls came to my SUV, and we stood there discussing where to go for lunch. I let them decide.

"One of you can pick. I don't have a taste for anything in particular," I said, leaning against my SUV and looking back and forth between them.

"Oooh how about Los Habaneros? They have the best fajitas and margaritas you will ever have in your entire life!" Darla exclaimed as she grabbed my hand and jumped up and down.

"I'll drive us over there. It's not far, but it is a walk, and I have done enough walking in these heels," Angela crowed as she kneeled to fix the strap on her heel. I handed her my keys and got into the passenger's side. Darla pushed my bags aside and then climbed into the back seat.

Once we got to the restaurant, Angela paid the valet, and we headed towards the door. We were ushered in by the friendly hostess. As we followed her inside, an odd feeling came over me. I felt nervous- like butterflies were flying around in my stomach. I haven't felt like that since I was a young girl receiving my first kiss. The feeling made me freeze.

"What is this?" I silently wondered to myself. Angela saw someone she knew and beamed.

"Darien? Hi, Fat Head! Roman! What are you two doing here?" she gushed as she hugged both men. Darla turned to me with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked, gently placing her hand over mine. I didn't realize I was standing still while holding my hand on my stomach as I stared blankly at the men Angela had just greeted.

"No. Yeah, yes, I'm fine," I stuttered, snapping out of my trans temporarily. Then he turned around, and his eyes instantly fell on me. My heart began to pound rapidly in my chest.

"What is this?" I whispered to myself again. The man's beautiful eyes were fixed on me. "He looks so familiar. I've seen him somewhere," I spoke in almost a whisper to Darla. That's when it hit me; the guy from my dream. He looked exactly like the man in my dreams.

I was too far away to hear his voice, but when his lips moved, my heart jumped. I was stuck in place and didn't know why. He must have asked for my name because after seeing his sexy lips move, I heard Angela's big mouth.

"Oh, that's my girl, Symone! She's just visiting. We have been shopping all afternoon. We decided to come here for some fajitas and margaritas." He said something else to her, and suddenly, Angela's smile faded. When she replied to him, I couldn't hear her this time. Darla took my hand and smiled.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat. It might help that headache you've been having."

He looked at me again, and my heart skipped. Darla led me away to the other side of the restaurant, where the hostess was standing. Angela joined us shortly after we sat down. Her face wasn't as cheerful as before walking into the building.

"Who was that?" I asked, still feeling that weird fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh, that was no one—just my brother, Darien, and his friend Roman. Now let's eat. I am starving." She grabbed a menu and shifted in her seat, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Roman," I thought to myself. I started having flashes of my dream again, of him. He shifted from a massive wolf and stood naked in front of me by a river. He was- is stunning. He is incredibly tall with long dark wavy hair and crystal blue, almost silver eyes. His body looks like it has been chiseled from white granite- muscular and toned. He has tattoos on both arms and his chest. He was reaching out to me, but why? He wasn't trying to touch me a minute ago, that's for sure. I wasn't sure what the look on his face was. He just stared. I didn't like this feeling. It made me feel weak.

I decided to let it go for the moment. I didn't want to tell my friends I'd been dreaming of Roman for the last week. That would sound ridiculous, considering he and I had never met. We ate our lunch, and after the girls failed to get me to drink, we hopped into my SUV and drove back to the parking lot where the girl's cars still sat. As we said our goodbyes, a large black truck pulled up. I thought nothing of it, except I felt that weird butterfly feeling again. My friends went to their cars, and just as I walked to my driver's side door, he was standing in front of me. I didn't know what to do.

We stood there for a moment, eyes locked on one another. Why did he make me feel this way? Better yet, HOW could he make me feel this way? I still couldn't read the expression on his face. Disappointment? Conflict? He took a step toward me, and I stepped back. "Me? Step back? You're acting like a nervous teenager!" I bickered internally. I found my voice and finally addressed the god-like man before me.

"Can I help you with something?" I spoke as sternly as I could and crossed my arms. He closed his eyes and rolled his head slightly. "Did he just growl?"

I was glued in place again, staring at him. He took another step toward me. I saw Angela get out of her car and watch him, worry plastered all over her face. That's when he did it. He reached out to me. I dropped my arms, not sure what to do next. I didn't fear him, but he made me nervous. Not a scared nervous, but a 'teen with a serious crush' nervous. He closed his eyes and dropped his hand. Then he finally spoke.

"I, Roman Blackwell, alpha of the Black River Pack, hereby reject you, Symone, as my mate and Luna."

Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach turned to knives, and I screamed as I collapsed to the ground, holding my stomach.

"What did you just do to me?" I looked up at him; tears were streaming down my face. I didn't even know him! Why did I feel so heartbroken? Angela and Darla raced to me, kneeling by my side as they tried to comfort me.

"I am so sorry, Symone. I should have told you." Angela was holding me, and Darla was stroking my hair.

"He's her mate?" Darla yelled at Angela. Angela just dropped her head and remained silent.

"Please, what's happening? What did he do to me?" I cried, begging for answers. I heard the truck speed away.

"We have to get her out of here." Darla stood up and pulled me to my feet. I could barely stand. The pain was excruciating. Angela opened the back passenger door of my SUV, and Darla helped me inside.

I heard Angela apologize a few more times before darkness consumed me.