The Lunas Obsessed Lycan Alphas

Keira's Pov

I squinted my eyes are the brightness of the light, stirring me awake from my unconsciousness. 

Then there was a dull throb behind my head as I blinked my eyes open. Where the hell was I?

I tried to remember the last occurrence I was in and realized, I was rushing towards a subway station, collectively recapping the pile of essays I would need for my presentation and then the next...I was in a hospital room with the smell of it assaulting my nostrils.

I gently sat up, or tried to when a firm hand pressed against my shoulder, restraining me.

"Take it easy." A rich baritone velvet like voice soothed. 

My head snapped towards the origin of the voice before I found myself staring into a pair of piercing emerald eyes and incredibly handsome features. 

His dark hair was tousled and it accentuates his chiseled features giving him an undeniably attractive appearance.

A faint shadow of stubble lined his sharp jawline, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like against my skin.

Wow, where did he come from? I thought to myself as his presence sent waves of butterflies to my stomach. 

"Wh..who are you?" I croaked as my throat felt as dry as the Sahara.

"Zane." He replied. "Zane Blackwood." His brows contorted into that if confusing and concern. "You don't remember me?"

I tried to shake my head but the sharp pain that course through my head made me wince. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember. Is there a problem? What happened to me?"

Zane reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through my body. It was definitely unlike anything I'd felt before. Get a grip Keira.

"You were attacked Luna." He finally explained, staring at me deeply in the eyes, his gaze narrowing slightly and with familiarity, while I was still here trying to wrap my head around what is going on. "We found you barely unconscious in an alleyway. What were you even doing there. You don't really like to leave the pack."

"Luna?" I whispered, the name seeming foreign on my lips. That wasn't my name. I was perplexed as I studied the man before me, searching for perhaps a flicker of recognition.

His face was a complete mystery, no matter how much I tried to recognize him, he was just unfamiliar.

"I think there's been a mistake." I stated, the confusion laced in my tone. "My name's Keira. Keira Evans. I work as a teacher at Westbrook High School."

I watched as Zane's eyes widened before his features settled into a grim mask that sent shivers down my spine.