HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

The first thing Luna felt was warmth. It wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, unfamiliar and comforting all at once. The second thing was the soft caress of sunlight streaming through the hotel room window, casting gentle patterns of light and shadow across her closed eyelids. Slowly, she stirred, her limbs heavy and sore as if weighed down by the lingering cold from the previous night.
As she blinked her eyes open, her surroundings came into focus—the soft bed beneath her, the crisp white sheets, the muted hum of the heater in the corner. Everything seemed strangely normal, except for one glaring detail.
She was not alone.
The weight of a strong arm draped possessively across her waist sent a jolt of awareness through Luna. She could feel the warmth radiating from his chest behind her, the heat of his well-defined body pressing against her bare skin, igniting every nerve ending in her.
Her heart raced as she turned her head slightly, only to find herself face to face with Alexander. He was lying beside her, his powerful arm wrapped protectively around her, his bare chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his steady breathing that matched the thudding of her pulse. The sight of him, clad only in sweatpants, sent a rush of heat through her. His skin was warm against hers, and she felt the undeniable connection of their bodies, the thin fabric of her sports bra and cycling shorts doing little to mask the intimate contact.
Suddenly, the air felt thick, and a sheen of sweat began to form on her neck, forehead, and the curve of her body. She could feel her skin becoming slick with sweat, the room spinning slightly from the intensity. Her breath hitched, and she fought the urge to pull away, but the weight of his arm held her in place, anchoring her to the moment. Every nerve in her body was hyper-aware of him—his scent, his warmth, his presence—overwhelming her senses.
Then , Memories of last night crashed over her like a tidal wave, stirring a whirlwind of panic and confusion. The cold, the darkness, the suffocating fear—all of it rushed back, and with it came the unsettling reminder of the stranger lurking in the shadows. Was it really witches ? but why would their kind mingle in her kind's bussiness ? . Luna swallowed hard, a creeping sensation of being watched washing over her once more, her pulse quickening as she struggled to shake off the memory of those haunting eyes.
As her discomfort grew, Alexander stirred beside her. His body tensed, sensing her unease even in his sleep. Slowly, he woke, his eyes blinking open to meet hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke, their gazes darting from each other's bodies to their own state of undress. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly realized at least she was wearing her shorts and not just her panties.
She sighed, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the haunting images of last night. With a determined effort, she curved her lips into a bright smile. "Well, thank the gods for small mercies," she quipped lightly, a playful smirk dancing at the corners of her mouth. The words felt strange on her tongue, a reminder of her own divinity she sometimes struggled to acknowledge. It was almost as if she'd forgotten she was one of them—or had been one of them.

The moment of shock had passed, but it didn't make the situation any less... awkward. Alexander sat up slightly, his face a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. He opened his mouth to explain, but no words came. Instead, Luna, in typical fashion, beat him to it, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes.

"Well, well, looks like someone couldn't resist saving a damsel in distress," she teased, her voice playful despite the lingering tension.
Alexander's brows furrowed in surprise. "What are you talking about?" His voice was rough, irritated, but there was a subtle undercurrent of shyness that betrayed him. "You think this is funny?"
She bit her lip, a playful smile dancing in her eyes. "Oh, absolutely not," she said, her tone teasing and light. "I'm just thankful for your body—" She paused, her grin widening as she caught the sharp glare from him. "I mean, your body... warmth." She corrected herself, the mischief glimmering in her expression, clearly enjoying the moment.
Alexander's gaze flickered over her body once again, catching the way her sports bra clung to her before quickly averting his eyes. He was uncharacteristically flustered, his irritation mingling with something else—something he refused to acknowledge. "Don't get any ideas," he muttered, pulling away slightly. "It was either that or you'd be a popsicle by now."
Their awkward silence stretched on, their eyes meeting occasionally only to dart away as they caught sight of the other's exposed skin. Luna couldn't resist glancing at his broad chest, while Alexander's gaze kept straying toward her bare shoulders, her toned stomach. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with an unspoken pull they both seemed to feel but were too stubborn to admit.
Finally, Alexander cleared his throat and stood up abruptly, striding over to his suitcase. He rummaged through it for a moment before tossing her a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Here," he said, his voice gruff. "You might want to wear something a little... less revealing."
Luna raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh, worried about the view? i thought you liked it more revealed. " she teased as she caught the clothes.
Alexander turned away, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Just put them on," he snapped, clearly uncomfortable.
Without hesitation, Luna began changing right in front of him, peeling off her damp shorts revealing her underwear underneath without a hint of modesty. She slipped into the t-shirt and pants he gave her, the fabric swallowing her small frame. Alexander, feeling his pulse quicken at the sight, immediately turned his back to her, his jaw clenched.
She chuckled softly at his reaction, pulling her hair out from under the collar of the shirt. "Relax, big guy," she teased, "I'm not shy."
He muttered something under his breath, still refusing to look at her, and she couldn't help but find his embarrassment endearing.
When the awkwardness finally began to dissipate, Alexander cautiously glanced over his shoulder. Luna looked surprisingly comfortable in his oversized clothes, and for a brief moment, something stirred in him—a feeling he quickly buried.
"Are you... feeling okay?" he asked after a beat, his voice softer, more genuine now. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with concern. "Do you need anything? I can—"
Luna's face lit up with a grin, the usual playful energy returning. "What I need is breakfast. Preferably something with bacon. And coffee. Lots of coffee," she quipped, her flirtatious tone back in full force as if the haunting memories of last night were miles away.
Alexander blinked, caught off guard by her sudden shift. "You're... unbelievable, are you sure you are the same highy and mighty ancient goddess i met the first time " he muttered, though a hint of reluctant amusement crept into his voice.
"Look at me - I am not that person anymore and dont call me ancient , I am not that old " she winked, but her laughter didn't quite reach her eyes .
Alexander's expression turned serious, a flash of anger igniting in his eyes. "Luna," he said, his tone tense, "what were you thinking, staying out in that freezing cold? You should have left, or at least called for me! You could have clung to me—like you usually do." He paused, taking a breath to steady himself. "You're not a goddess anymore; you're human. And humans are fragile. Don't push your body beyond its limits just because you want to."
She looked away, her fingers tracing the edge of the bedsheet. 
His words hung heavy in the air, and when she didn't respond, he pressed on. "What do you want from me? I don't have anything to give."
The brightness in her eyes faded as she finally turned to face him, her voice quiet but steady. "I'm not a goddess anymore, Alex. I don't remember how it happened, but I woke up... like this. Human. I don't know why, or who did this to me. But I need answers. And you... you're the only one who can help me."
She spoke with an honesty that cut through the usual games, but she withheld the part about the stranger from last night—the presence she had felt watching her. Alexander studied her for a long moment, his anger ebbing away as he realized the gravity of her situation.
"I can't," he finally said, his voice rough with regret. "I don't want to get involved. I've left that life behind. All of it. I just want to live quietly as long as i can ."
Luna's smile vanished entirely, and in that moment, the playful, flirtatious woman he had gotten used to was gone. In her place was the regal, composed version of her he had seen when they first met—the goddess, full of power and grace. He felt a strange pang of guilt for turning her away, but before he could say more, she spoke again.
"You don't have to apologize, Alex," she said softly, her voice tinged with a sadness she rarely showed. "You already saved me twice now. I won't ask for more... except one thing."
"What is it?" he asked cautiously.
"Help me contact Lucifer (aka Theo) . The last thing i remember is his wedding , I believe he might have some answers. Just take me to him , that's all i ask for. "
He thought for a long moment, his expression stiffening as the weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders. He and Lucifer had no personal feud; apart from the fact that Lucifer is now the husband of the woman he once loved—his once mate. It was a tangled mess of emotions that tightened around him, leaving him feeling trapped.
Luna watched him closely, sensing the turmoil in his mind. She knew her request placed him in an uncomfortable position, but despite her hesitation, she couldn't ignore the truth: he was her only hope and she believed as long as he is here maybe the people hiding in shadows won't harm her . After what felt like an eternity, he finally met her gaze, his eyes searching hers.
"Why do you think I'd help you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, a mix of frustration and curiosity.
"Because that's who you are," she replied, her tone steady and sure. "You can't help but do what's right for anyone who needs help as long as it's in your means "
Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of his nature, and despite his dissatisfaction with her answer, he found himself nodding reluctantly. "Fine. I'll help you."
Her eyes softened, her smile returning slightly as she whispered, "Thank you."
For a brief moment, there was peace between them, a fragile understanding. But Luna's next words broke the tension, her usual mischievous spark flickering to life once again.
"So... about that breakfast?" she teased.
Alexander shook his head, but this time, he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "You're impossible," he muttered, but there was a warmth in his voice now, one that hadn't been there before.
"Gotta keep you guessing," she winked, her spirit unbroken despite everything.
And so, the delicate balance between them held, for now.