His Human Luna: Accidentally pregnant for the Alpha CEO

Christine was so excited to go to her boyfriend's place. After all, it was a Saturday and she didn't have to work. She lived with her best friend Jeanette, who worked as a salesgirl in a shopping mall. Christine, on the other hand, ran a small flower shop. She stood in front of the mirror, trying to make herself look beautiful for Duncan, her boyfriend. They had been dating for five months, which had been the best months of her life. She loved him so much and wasn't ready to lose him.

She had experienced several broken relationships in the past, but she felt like she had finally found the right man. As she sat down in front of her dressing mirror to apply her makeup, she heard her name being cal it upled by Jeanette.

"Christine!" her crazy best friend screamed. "I finally got passes to Barricade Club, and I got one for you too!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm not interested," Christine replied.

"But why? Let's just go tonight, please," Jeanette begged.

"I said I'm not interested. Besides, I want to surprise Duncan. I'm going to get a gift for him and head to his house. I'm very sure he won't be expecting me," Christine said excitedly.

"I promise I won't try to hook you up with any guy. I'll just have my fun alone and leave you to have a few drinks. Can you please do this for me?" Jeanette asked, begging seriously.

"I already told you, I'm not interested. I have a boyfriend, and you want me to go to clubs? What do you think he would think of me? I'm not ready to disappoint anyone close to me, so please just let me be, Jeanette. Also, I have somewhere very important to go. If you would excuse me," Christine said with a stern face.

"You are so obsessed with this boyfriend of yours, and I don't like him. You even pay some of his bills, and now you want to get him another gift. How many gifts has he gotten you?" Jeanette asked.

"Well, I don't care as long as we love each other. That's all that matters," Christine replied, applying her makeup. "I'm off," she said, determined.

"She never listens. She uses all her hard-earned money on that stupid guy. I hope she doesn't regret it," Jeanette muttered silently.

Christine went to a nearby mall to get male perfume for her boyfriend and headed straight to his house. As she approached the door, she realized it was open. She entered cautiously, trying not to alert Duncan. She wondered why the door wasn't locked. She went straight to his bedroom, opened the door, and saw the shock of her life.

The perfume slipped from her hand and broke as she saw her boyfriend cheating on her. She wanted to leave, but her legs refused to move. The shock she felt was evident.

"Duncan!" the woman yelled and pointed at Christine, who moved towards them with a murderous look on her face.

It was then that Duncan looked back, his face turning white as he quickly sprang away from his newfound candy.

"Hey, back off!" he yelled.

Christine stopped in her tracks, her heartbeat roaring in her ears as she stared at the man she had trusted. "Back off?" she said with an angry look on her face. "Fuck, no. Continue, will you? I was enjoying the show."

Duncan chuckled dryly, his brown eyes filled with jeer and mockery. "There's no need to swallow all that hurt, Christine. Look, what we had was just a bet. My friends didn't think I could sleep with a woman like you, and I did. Now I'm fifty grand richer, but you're as boring as hell."

He was cut off by a slap on his face. Christine watched with sickening satisfaction as pain flared up on his face when she slapped him on his cheek.

Duncan doubled over, howling like a dog in birth pains.

"My face!"

His whore, the woman he cheated on Christine with, ran to his side, and Christine laughed dryly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. She would not shed tears over an idiot and gold digger like him. Never.

"You two suit each other," she taunted. "A dog and his bitch. I'm so fucking glad that I'm out of this hellhole. He's all yours."

And with her words hanging in the air, she sauntered out of the house. Still fighting off the tears, she called the one person she knew would give her comfort: Jeanette.

She banged the door open, entered the house, and collapsed on the couch.

"So," Jeanette said from behind.

"I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you. He's a jerk. I hate him," Christine rushed out all her words at once and started crying.

"Jeanette! I'm finally fucking free. How is the club offer?" she asked immediately.

"Wow, that's the spirit, babe. Dance all your sorrows away," Jeanette said excitedly.

Jeanette Lannister walked through the throng of dancing people in the club, keeping an eye on her best friend who was screaming like a banshee and gyrating to the loud music. Christine was as drunk as hell.

Christine, shit-faced and drunk as hell, tried to navigate her way back to the counter stool. She had grown tired of dancing and needed to sit, or she would puke her guts out. However, when she got to the stool she had sat on when she arrived, there was someone else on it.

And good Lord, he was fucking gorgeous.

Her breath caught as she took him in. His black, thick strands of hair were neatly arranged on his head, with a few strands almost falling over his face. And his face... Damn, he was a work of art. His face was chiseled, and his beautiful grey eyes stared at her broodingly in a way that made her panties moisten with desire. He was dressed casually in a plain blue tee and black pants. And yet, he was easily the most stunning man she had ever seen.

"Has...," she slurred, reaching out to brush his hair, "has anyone ever told you that you look so fucking edible and hot, sir?"

Reyes entered the club, rubbing his head in frustration. He sat on a barstool and ordered a bottle of whiskey to clear his mind. How could his own brother treat him this way? And now he had nowhere to go.

FLASHBACK

"Get out of here now, you murderer!" His brother Logan shouted. "Logan, how could I kill your wife, your mate? I would never do such a thing. Why do you hate me so much?" Reyes yelled angrily at him.

"So you still have the mouth to talk. Father, do something about this. You can't let him go unpunished," Logan said.

"Father, you know I'm innocent," Reyes said, turning to plead with his father. "I'm going to be the alpha in a few days. Why would I kill my brother's wife?" he said sadly.

"I'm sorry, Reyes, but all the evidence points to you. You are hereby banished from this pack," his father said.

"No, father, you can't do this to me. I didn't kill her, I swear," Reyes begged earnestly.

"Drag him out and make sure he never sets foot in this place again," Logan said with a smirk on his face.

"I will definitely get back at you and take what belongs to me," Reyes yelled as they dragged him out.

He was dragged out and the door was locked. He had truly been banished from his pack. He lost all strength and started crying. He had nowhere to go. He needed to drink away his sorrows and find a bitch to fuck.

He kept wandering around until he finally reached the beautiful city streets. It was already late, and he saw a club down the street buzzing with music. So he went there immediately.

FLASHBACK ENDS

He continued to think about everything but decided to live a normal human life in the city.

"One more!" Reyes exclaimed to the bartender, relishing the burn of alcohol as it slid down his throat. He took a sip,holding the glass in his hands and gazing at it absentmindedly.

Just as he was about to take another sip, a sweet and captivating scent wafted into his nose,

instantly arousing his senses. His eyes wdened in surprise as his inner wolf whimpered, recognizing the scent of their mate.

"Mate!"he whispered, turning sharply to face the woman beside him, who was clearly drunk.

"Sir!"she slurred, flashing him a drunken smile and seductively biting her lip.

"Has anyone ever told you how incredibly sexy you look?" she whispered, reaching out to brush his hair behind his ear.

Reyes tightened his grip on the glass, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest.

Angry and possessive, he grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled it away, growling at her.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Simply admiring your attractive features, sir," she replied, her arousal evident in her scent.

Reye's eyes widened in shock as he realised she wasn't a wolf.

"She's not a wolf," Xander, Reye's wolf, growled inside him.

"I'm talking to you, sir," the lady slurred, giggling as her words came out mixed up. She reached out to touch him. "Hot damn, you look so fine."

"Are you a stripper?" she asked, running her hands over his hard chest. She could barely believe what she was doing. She was drunk, angry, and tense because her ex-boyfriend had called her boring.

"Bastard!" she hissed at Reyes, who gave her a confused look, as if he were her ex-boyfriend. But then her senses were drawn back to the alcohol, and she followed her inner desire as she fell forward and hung onto the man's chest.

"Excuse me?" Reyes was offended, but before he could push this rude and beautiful woman away, her scent got the best of him.

His wolf shouted in his mind again: "Mate! She's our mate, do something"

From being called a stripper to being a bastard.

Before he had a chance to be surprised by her outrageous behavior, going from calling him a stripper to a bastard, his mind was completely consumed by the excitement of his inner wolf.

Mate! No way! He had almost become an Alpha, and there had never been an Alpha mated to a woman in history! And why would the Moon Goddess mate him to a woman like her anyway?

After all, he was Reyes, the future Alpha of the Blood Crest pack in the werewolf world. Even though he was banished and planned to become a successful billionaire in the human world, he was still rich and could do anything.

But what? She called him a bastard on their first meeting?

If that was all, it might have been better. All he would have to do was walk away from her. But the Moon Goddess decided to make a woman like her his mate? That was something he would never settle for.

"Oh, not you!" she quickly said, her hazel eyes flashing innocently. Despite the judgment he had made of her, he couldn't look away. "It's my stupid boyfriend. Well, he's my ex now, considering the fact that he cheated on me. There's no way I'm going back to that bastard."

Even though the woman had a heart pinned on someone else, which was apparently why she had drunk herself into a stupor, that was one of the reasons he hated humans. They were too weak for his liking. They could spend the rest of their lives pining for things that shouldn't matter.

And if she was supposed to be his mate, and he wasn't banished, how would she fulfill her role as his Luna?

He shook his head. No! She just wasn't right for him. There was no way he would ever claim a human like her as his mate.

Human!

He swallowed the sudden lump that formed in his throat.

Even though he was trying so hard to sever the mate bond in his mind, he couldn't deny that the woman in front of him was incredibly beautiful. Plus, she had curves in all the right places. He was sure that her breasts would fit perfectly into his palm if he cupped one of them right away.

He was still fighting his inner battle when the woman in front of him leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips.

Reyes was taken aback by the unexpected kiss from the woman. In that moment, his determination wavered, and he found himself unable to resist her advances.

He was going to sleep with her for the night. Once it was morning, he was going to put her out of his mind and thoughts.

"I could make it all disappear," he whispered darkly, pressing himself against her. He watched with satisfaction as a glassy look overcame her eyes, indicating her surrender to his touch.

If she wanted sex, he was more than willing to give her exactly that.

"Yes, please," she mumbled in response. "How much did it cost for a night?"

******

Reyes forcefully kicked open the door to the motel room, pulling the woman inside by her arm. Her hazel eyes scanned the room, taking in the surroundings. The woman had been unable to keep her hands off him, her small and slender fingers caressing his chest and neck. She traced her fingers down his Adam's apple, causing him to nearly lose control. He grabbed her waist, lifted her face, and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

"Wait, shouldn't we exchange names? I'm Chris..." she began, but he growled impatiently, unable to wait any longer.

He wasn't ready to commit to a human mate. He had witnessed the consequences of others who had made that mistake, and he had no intention of putting his life at risk. Human mates couldn't keep the secret of werewolves' existence to themselves, and they often ended up marrying one. This made the werewolves targets for other humans, resulting in their untimely demise.

He wasn't about to be that foolish.

"Okay then," she slurred, giving in to his desires.

Before he could anticipate her next move, her hands cupped his erection, causing it to throb with anticipation, growing even larger than before.

Christine felt her entire body ignite with desire, willingly succumbing to the flames that consumed her. A shudder ran down her spine as he tore the upper part of her dress, revealing her breasts.

She smiled dryly as her hand moved to his shirt, undoing the buttons. Her trembling fingers touched his skin, but she continued down the path she had chosen.

Reyes felt his mouth go dry. He had a feeling that if she weren't drunk, she would never have acted this way.

"Don't stop!" he moaned as she took his nipples into her mouth, gently sucking on them. "Fuck," he groaned, his head rolling back as he breathed heavily.

Her hands continued to grip his cock, while she continued to suck him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to resist the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

"You are beautiful," she moaned against his chest before taking his other nipple into her mouth.

He leaned back, disengaging her mouth from his nipple, and carried her to the bed.

Christine's face flushed as a surprised moan escaped her lips when his hot, wet mouth enveloped her nipple.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, reaching for his hair to hold him in place. "Don't you dare stop... Oh, that feels so good."

He trailed hot kisses down her body, removing her clothes as he went, removing any obstacles in his way.

He kept rubbing her other nipple while sucking on one, her nipples were soo pink, that he kept sucking and staring at the same time.

When he reached her pussy, he grinned at her. The next thing Christine knew, she was almost levitating off the bed as his tongue delved into her core. His fingers rubbed her clitoris, intensifying her desire.

She shot up when she could no longer bear the pleasure. But it seemed as though her stripper already knew what she was about to do, as his hands held her down. She surrendered herself, convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Reyes didn't give her a chance to recover from the release she had just experienced. He covered her body with his and parted her legs to accommodate him.

"Do you still want to go further?" he asked, giving her one last opportunity to back away, even though his body disagreed with the thought.

If Christine hadn't been so drunk, she might have run away when he posed that question. But she wasn't herself; Duncan's betrayal still stung. She had been a good girl all her life, saving her virginity for her husband, only to be betrayed.

She didn't know if it was because she hadn't given him sex as he desired, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

Raising her head, she kissed the man leaning over her, while he supported his weight on his arms.

Taking her cue, he nudged his member against her, and as he slid inside her, everything around them exploded into a million fragments.

When Christine woke up the next morning, every part of her body ached. She groaned tiredly and sat up, only to find a stunning stranger lying beside her. She furrowed her brow, trying to recall who he was.

Flashes of the previous night, the scorching sex they had shared, flooded her mind, and she gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.

She had spent the night with a stripper!

Well, damn! And it had been incredible, she had to admit. He was exceptionally skilled at his job.

But it had also been her first time, and she didn't know how to react to losing something so precious to a stranger. Nevertheless, she couldn't stay and wait for him to wake up and find her there.

Letting out a deep sigh, she slipped out of bed and attempted to salvage her torn dress. It was beyond repair. There was no way she could wear it in that condition. Her eyes fell on his shirt, and she decided to slip it on. Surely, he wouldn't mind.

Leaving a hundred dollars on the pillow next to him, she departed with a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

Who cared about Duncan? She had just experienced the best night of her life.