I AM HIS HUMAN LUNA

Chapter 1 - Character Sketch and Prologue

 Character Sketch

Zenya Fernando: A simple 23-year-old bubbly girl with a positive attitude and an open mind to anything. Her only dream is to live a simple life without inflicting harm to anyone and without being a burden to anyone. She persistently doesn't want to get married nor does she have any plans to spend just another typical married women's life. Especially one where the wife always depends on their husband and thinks that her husband is God. She desires to be an independent, strong woman who would never bend for men for any reason whatsoever. Her goal is to do her MBA in America. Her hobbies include gardening and cooking for others for pleasure.

Greyson Lockwood Roberts: The only true Alpha of the Redwood warriors pack and a billionaire. The perfect material for an alpha — his sharp jawline, sea-green eyes, sharp-pointed nose, and long sexy neck. He is 25-years-old and desperately waiting for his mate, his Luna, his other half. He has a strong possessive nature, especially to things that belong to him. His Greek god-like body and handsome features melt any girl's heart and wet them to the core. Every girl craves a one-night stand with him, but he waits for his mate loyally.

So this is the start of the story of a simple girl and a royal Alpha. Enjoy it!

Prologue

She laid unconsciously on a comfortable king-size bed. The silk red and black bedsheets hugged her back of her body as a comfortable duvet covered her. He stood there, stunned by her mesmerizing beauty, admiring her from a distance but soon she slowly regained her consciousness. She blinked her eyes few times before slowly opening them with difficulty as the room lights are too bright. Suddenly the lights got dim, and she felt comfortable enough to fully open her eyes. She immediately looked around at the whole room carefully. Her head was aching like it was hit by hard rock. Suddenly, slowly, she started to remember what the hell has happened to her. Then just like magnets, her eyes met with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. Who was he? Was he the one who kidnapped me? Can a kidnapper be so handsome like a Greek God?

"Who are you? Wh…. what do you want from me? Please just d....on't k....ill me. I am begging you. I don't know you. I have never seen you in my entire life. Why are you doing this to me?" She started to wiggle further into the bed, increasing the distance between her and the stranger. Her whole body was shaking and sweating like hell despite the cold winds from the air-conditioner.

He then started to walk towards her with his heavy footsteps. With three long strides, he sat on the bed. She quickly moved to the other corner of the bed so that he couldn’t touch her. A low growl escaped from his mouth in response and she was startled in fear.

"P....lease sir t....ell me if I did anything wrong unwillingly because willingly I wouldn’t even hurt an ant in my life," she pleaded, her whole body shivering, and her eyes shining with tears.

He just looked at her with a blank expression before his lips curled into a small smile.

"Angel," he called her with his husky voice. Shivers ran through her body as she retreated in fear and confusion.

"You are my angel. My whole world. How could I kill you? How could you even think that I will do such a thing to my mate? I’ll cut off my hands before I do such a thing." He approached her slowly, his face softening with compassion.

She stood there, motionless, trembling in fear but she had a look of confusion plastered on her face.

"You are my mate, MINE!" he declared with a steady voice.