Fated Luna

Chapter 2 – The Mysterious man

Alyssa’s POV

The bartender’s eyes softened as he watched me. “Slow down there, Miss. You’ve had enough. Maybe it’s time to go home and sleep it off.”

I shook my head vigorously, the motion making my vision spin. “No, no, I can’t go home,” I mumbled. “My home is with him, and he... he’s with her.”

The bartender sighed, a look of resignation crossing his face. “Alright, but at least let me call you a cab. You shouldn’t be out on the streets like this.”

I was so lost in my own sorrow that I barely noticed the world around me as I stumbled out of the bar.

The night was cold and unforgiving, the darkness wrapping around me like a shroud. Just as I was about to step onto the curb, a group of men loomed into view, their eyes glittering with predatory intent. One of them stepped forward, his voice dripping with unwanted attention.

“Well, well, look what we have here. A beautiful young thing all alone. Why don’t you come with us and have some fun?”

Another man chuckled, his gaze raking over me in a way that made my skin crawl. “Yeah, sweetheart, we’ll show you a good time. You look like you could use some cheering up.”

Panic surged through me as the third man reached out to grab my arm. His touch was rough, sending a jolt of terror through my already shattered frame.

“Come on, darling, let’s get out of here. We’ll take real good care of you.”

I tried to pull away, my heart pounding in my chest, but their grip was relentless. My mind raced with a terrifying array of possibilities.

Just as I was about to scream for help, a voice cut through the darkness, authoritative and commanding.

The sound was a beacon in my despair, and I clung to it with all the strength I had left.

“Stop!” The commanding voice sliced through the darkness, pulling me from my haze of fear and confusion.

I turned, my heart pounding, to see a man stepping forward with an imposing presence that seemed to cast a protective shadow over me.

The three men surrounding me turned their attention to this newcomer, their expressions shifting from predatory lust to raw aggression.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” one of the men snarled, taking a threatening step toward him.

The man’s gaze narrowed, and a strong energy seemed to radiate from him, intense and almost tangible. “I’m the one who’s going to make you regret ever laying a hand on her,” he replied, his voice low and dangerously calm.

The men hesitated, visibly shaken by the raw power emanating from this stranger. For a moment, it seemed like they might back down. But their bravado quickly resurfaced, and they moved to attack.

Before I could process what was happening, the man made a swift, fluid motion with his hands. A shockwave of pure energy erupted from his palms, crashing into the men with such force that they were thrown back, their bodies flailing as they slammed against the walls of the alleyway.

Their cries of terror echoed through the night as they scrambled to their feet, fleeing with their tails between their legs.

I stood there, stunned and trembling, watching as the men disappeared into the night. The man turned his attention back to me, his expression softening with concern.

He approached me gently, his features still somewhat obscured by the shadows, but his presence radiated a sense of strength and protection.

“Miss, are you alright?” he asked, his voice soothing and comforting. “Those men were going to hurt you. I couldn’t just stand by and watch that happen.”

I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up with the whirlwind of events. My body felt unsteady, and my vision was still blurred from the alcohol. I looked up at him, trying to make sense of everything.

“You... you saved me,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “How did you... how did you do that?”

The man’s expression softened even further as he gazed at me. I could barely focus on his face, but the strength in his presence was unmistakable. He seemed like a guardian angel in the chaos of my broken night.

“I have my ways,” he said gently, a hint of a smile touching his lips. “But right now, the important thing is that you’re safe. Let’s get you somewhere where you can sit down and get some water.”

I nodded weakly, feeling both grateful and overwhelmed. My heart was still racing, and my emotions were a tangled mess of grief and relief.

As he guided me away from the dark alley and towards a safer place, I couldn’t help but wonder about the mysterious man who had come to my rescue in my darkest moment.

“Who are you?” I asked softly.

The man hesitated, his eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. I could sense his reluctance, the way he seemed to be holding something back. He had saved me from those men, and now he was offering to help me get somewhere safe.

"That's not important right now," he said, his voice gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on my arm. "You're in no condition to be out here alone. Let me take you somewhere safe."

I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me, mingling with the remnants of my panic and heartbreak. Without a second thought, I let him guide me towards his car, my steps unsteady but somehow comforted by his presence. His movements were graceful, a sharp contrast to my own clumsy, alcohol-induced stagger.

When we reached the car, he opened the passenger door for me and helped me into the seat. The warmth of his touch was a soothing balm against the chill of the night.

As he moved to close the door, I reached out, grasping his hand with a sudden, urgent need.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. “I... I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

His gaze softened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re welcome,” he replied, “I’m just glad I was able to help.”