Fated to be Luna

"I'm certain it's yours, Renee," he said, rolling my name softly, sending a delightful shiver through me. It was almost too much, my legs involuntarily tensing up. Yet, I couldn't meet his gaze. He reached out, presenting my lost necklace, his voice barely steady as he whispered, "It has your scent all over it." His closeness was overwhelming, his chest brushing against my back, even the simple act of placing the necklace required no distance. The intensity of his aroma left me feeling faint, leaning into him subconsciously. He chuckled, "You really do move fast, don't you?" I could feel his breath teasing my ear, and I thought I detected a momentary pause, as if he was savoring my scent. My heart skipped a beat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to convince myself it was just a vivid dream. "Here, it's where it belongs," he said, his voice warm. In an awkward response, I managed, "Thank you, Alpha." Every fiber of my being buzzed with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. The arousal was intense, and the slightest movement could betray my pleasure. I wondered what he might think of me, so flushed and captivated by his presence.