I AM HIS HUMAN LUNA

Chapter 6 – Greek God like kidnapper

Greyson’s POV

My mate 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. I 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 while holding on to her head, like she was in pain. Her face changed from confused to horror and I guessed that she was starting to remember what had happened to her.

Before I could say anything, our eyes met and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. She was indeed mine.

Zenya’s POV

I massaged my head softly, easing the aching feeling like it was hit by hard rock. The events that happened before I blacked out slowly returned to my mind and panic filled me. Then just like a magnet, my eyes met with the most handsome man I had ever seen in my 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?" I wiggled further into the bed, increasing the distance between the stranger and me. My whole body was shaking and sweating like hell despite the cold winds from the air-conditioner.

The handsome stranger suddenly started to walk towards me with his heavy footsteps. With three long strides, he sat on the bed. Like instinct, I quickly moved to the other corner of the bed so that he couldn’t touch me. But instead of saying something, a low growl escaped from his mouth in response, startling me 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," I pleaded, my whole body shivering and tears filling my eyes.

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

"Angel," he called out to me with his husky voice. Shivers ran through my body as I retreated in horror 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 me slowly, his face softening with compassion.

I just stood there, motionless, trembling in fear as my mind ran with questions about him and my presence here.

"You are my mate, MINE!" he declared with a steady voice and my heart skipped a beat like it nearly escaped from my mouth.

What is he talking about? I was so confused and my head was still throbbing in pain.

I looked at him, my eyes widening as I scanned him up and down. He was at least 6’4 in height and his eyes were sea-green. His pointed nose and sharp jawline could cut a banana easily. I have never seen such a handsome man in my entire life. Girls must be dying to be his and he must have a girlfriend. The white t-shirt he was wearing perfectly hugged his upper body, his abs and biceps were visibly fighting to come out. Every part of me yearned to touch and feel them. You are a pervert Zenya! What are you thinking?  He is your kidnapper! Find a way to get the hell out of this f*****g place!

“Sir, thi….s this must b…e be a mistake. I don’t know you and this is my first ever visit America. Please let me go,” I pleaded, rubbing my forehead in pain.

“We will talk about it later, angel. Now, does your head hurt? I am so sorry, baby girl, that I had to do that,” he said, his voice laced with concern.

“But first, we will have something for dinner. Come, baby girl.” The hypnotically charming stranger extended his hand towards me in invitation.

“Listen, I am not here to have dinner with you, okay? Just let me go, please. I am begging you.” Tears started flowing down my face freely.

His face suddenly changed at my behavior, and he looked sad like he was holding back. He shook his head and approached me slightly, making me jump out of the bed and scream.

“Don’t come near me! Don’t you ever dare to touch me with your dirty hands! Just get out from here!” I yelled angrily, hiding my fear behind my stern face.

My kidnapper’s eyes suddenly shifted into a chocolate brown color, like a new identity took over him. Through the dim light in the room, I could still see his eyes clearly. Holy s**t! Those eyes, those were the eyes in my dream! But that belonged to a wolf and this is a human.

“You…r eyes, it changed to brown.” I pointed to his eyes in shock, my arms shaking violently. I was scared to death.

The stranger immediately shut his eyes tightly. His face started scrunching up weirdly like he was talking or debating with someone. But how could someone's eyes change?

"It's nothing. You can't forbid me from coming near you. You are my everything, my rose petals. You are my other half!"

"Listen, I don't understand you, okay? Let me go from here, please S—"

"Greyson. It's Greyson Lockwood Roberts, or you can call me honey, love anything you like my baby girl" He chuckled and explained before I could finish my sentence.

"Okay, let's go and put something inside your little belly," Greyson said, turning towards the door.

"I am not hungry!" I protested, folding my arms in front of my chest, but my stomach betrayed me and started grumbling at the same time. Oh, great timing you bitchy stomach!

"But, it looks like your tummy is saying a different story, my lady." Grayson's lips curled into a smirk.

"Listen, if you don't come with me, I will carry you, and trust me I would love to do that," he suggested while walking toward me.

"No, no, you pervert! I'll come," I responded with an angry tone.

"See, it's not that hard. Let's go." Grayson opened the door and walked out of the room, holding the door for me until I exited the room.  

What is this place? A home, a mansion, or a hotel? I couldn’t see outside but I knew it was already night. We went through a small corridor and walked down a staircase. All the interiors of the place were white and gold mixed with beige. Lavishness screamed from each inch of the building. Must be a spoiled brat of a billionaire father.

Soon we arrived at a living room with a huge television. Luckily the air-conditioner wasn’t on, or else I would have become frozen and died. But, he didn’t stop there, he headed to the kitchen directly while I was admiring in awe the beautiful interiors and surrounding areas.

"Ahem ahem! Your highness, your dinner is ready. Please come this way." Grayson waved his hand towards me from the kitchen before calling me over.

I obediently followed and headed to the kitchen. The minute I stepped in, the mouthwatering aroma of the food made my taste buds scream to me to have them all. There was hot soup, bread, and butter, seafood salad with mayo sauce, grilled chicken, cheese macaroni, and pizza. He offered me the chair and I sat on the table as he passed me a bowl of soup.

"Wait, what’s in it?" I asked him curiously, forcing myself to stop eating.

"It is just potato soup. Why? What's wrong?" Greyson questioned me, his eyebrow arched.

"Nothing," I replied blankly before a realization hit me. Wait, what if he mixed something in the food to make me unconscious and take advantage of me?

"There's nothing mixed with the soup." He approached me and drank two spoonfuls of soup from my bowl.  

Wait, how did he know what I was thinking? Can he read minds? I was so curious but I was also very hungry. Plus, to fight him, I needed strength.

Bravely, I slowly started to sipping on my soup. My tongue melted to the taste of the soup. Who prepared this? Could a person cook so deliciously? I quickly finished my soup, savoring each sip. Was he not eating? Greyson just looked at me, making me feel really uncomfortable as if he was drooling at me.

Greyson’s POV

Could a mate be as beautiful as her? I looked at her with pure awe like she was my whole world. I knew that she was extremely hungry but she was too stubborn to admit it, just like me. Oh, Redwood Warriors, you have a stubborn Luna. But I like that. I loved her every expression, her every feature. I love her.

"What's your name?" I asked her despite knowing it already. I just needed to hear it from her.

Zenya looked at me in shock before blinking her eyes, probably contemplating if she should tell me her name.

"It's Elissa," she lied before looking down at her plate.

Oh, so my dear mate lied. It was then I definitely knew that she would try to run away from me, at any cost. But that won’t happen. Not even in your dreams, my mate.

"Don't lie, Zenya," I said, curious to see her reaction.

She immediately choked on her food and I passed her a glass of water. Zenya just looked at me in surprise.

"Angel, don't lie to me. Please don't be scared of me. Talk to me freely, " I begged, hoping that she would accept me.

"But, if you ever try to escape from me, angel, you will be punished. If you behave perfectly well, you will be rewarded," I continued, this time with a stern voice.

"Can I have a piece of pizza?" Zenya asked, ignoring my words.

"Sure, anything for my mate." I offered her a slice of pizza on a plate.

"So, you don't like to have anything with meat, right? I'll keep that in mind and make sure to remember it."

Zenya looked at me for an instant, her mind running with questions before ignoring me again as she ate her pizza.

After finishing our meals, I brought out some desserts. A gateau cake, avocado mousse, and ice cream.

“Oh god, this avocado mouse is melting in my mouth,” Zenya whispered, but I still heard it. A moan escaped from her mouth and she licked her lips.

Damon howled in my mind and took over my body for a second, basking in her presence.

F**k, what is she doing? Licking her lips and moaning! I am controlling myself so hard and she teasing me.

"She must be good in bed. Imagine when she screams our name while having s*x underneath you," Damon exclaimed greedily, taking control of me before I could say another word. 

"Your eyes turned into chocolate brown again," Zenya pointed out, fear vibrating in her voice.

I quickly shut my eyes and regained control, my sea-green eyes returning. My wolf needed to control himself!

Zenya’s POV

Grayson stood up and approached me, before bending down towards me from behind, his face just next to my ear.

"Don't ever moan or lick your lips until we mate or I’ll mark you before that, no matter what. I am controlling myself here and my patience is as thin as a thread now, so, trust me, angel, you won't like the consequences," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I was so afraid and her goosebumps covered my whole body as his hot breath fanned to my ear. All I could do was nod obediently before finishing my dinner.

“I want to meet the chef who made the dinner and thanks to him/her,” I announced proudly, placing my napkin down.

"He is right in front of you, my lady," Grayson replied, bowing his head humbly.

"What? You know how to cook? That’s amazing! It was a wonderful dinner. Thank you," I expressed gratefully but he remained silent with a small smile on his lips.

"Okay, why did you bring me here? Why did you kidnap me? How does your eye color change? Where am I? And what do you mean by marking?" I questioned him rapidly in one breath.

"Angel, I will answer all your questions later. Now it's time for bed. We both are tired and I have to attend a meeting tomorrow morning. So let's go and sleep. And remember, don’t you ever think of escaping from me, sunshine. Even though I am not here, my warriors are here," Grayson explained, lifting my chin to face him.  

"Fine. Good night, then." I entered the room only to find him following me into the room.

"Why are you coming here? Go back to your room." I tried to close the door.

"This is my room too, angel," he said with a teasing smile.

"Fine, then. I'll go to another room," I retorted and turned to walk out of the room.

However, as soon as I turned around, he captured me by my waist and pulled me to his chest. I hit against his rock-hard chest and once again, sparks ran through my body.

What is this feeling? Am I sick?

"You are not going anywhere, my baby girl. We are going to be sleeping on the same bed," he whispered into my ear huskily, sending tingles across my skin.

"Are you crazy? There is no way in hell I am gonna sleep in the same bed with you. Listen here mister, I am from a different culture, okay? We don’t sleep with men at any cost until our marriage," I argued persistently.

"I know, my angel. I won’t touch you until you say so and beg me to touch you. But for now, enough stubbornness, go freshen up and let's sleep. Here, eat these pain killer tablets to help ease your headache and wear this." Grayson placed two white tablets in one hand and some clothes with a bag in my other hand.

I looked carefully to find one of his shirts and his boxers along with a bag.

"Are you crazy? What are you? A psycho? First, you kidnapped me and then you make me wear your clothes. I need my luggage bag so I can wear my own clothes," I demanded, folding her arms in front of my chest.

"I don’t think you’re in any position to demand anything, my sunshine," he responded with a naughty smirk.

Huffing, I stomped my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I took a nice warm bath and looked in the bag. It had a pair of undergarments, particularly a red lace lingerie set. This man is definitely a psycho! But, I had no choice, so I changed into his clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Greyson looked greedily at me from top to bottom with an evil smirk on his face. If he could eat me, he will definitely will!

Then I realized that he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. His bare sculpted chest was exposed nakedly, making me immediately cover her eyes.

"Can you please wear a t-shirt?! There is a girl here with you," I asked, still shielding my eyes.

"You know, angel, I mean no shame. I am comfortable with this. So just sleep, baby girl. Good night." He pulled my hands down before giving me a flying kiss.

I lied down on the bed and tried to sleep. But I found myself slowly starting to cry as I thought about my hopes and dreams, but where I was instead.

Greyson’s POV.

Her sobs filled my ears. My mate was crying. I wanted to hug her, take her into my arms, kiss her forehead and assure her that everything will be alright. But I knew that she didn’t like me to touch her and I wanted to respect her wishes.

I could feel my wolf howling in pain without her touch. But I was certain that soon, very soon she would be in my arms, my angel. I’ll take care of you like a flower that just blooms only for me.