Runaway Luna

Helena's POV.

Damn it! I shouldn't have left my cabin. I anxiously scanned my surroundings, biting my inner lip. I pondered how to escape from them.

They had been pursuing me for about an hour. I was minding my own business two hours ago when they spotted me. I knew I had become their target after accidentally killing one of them a few months ago.

I never intended to harm or injure anyone. I never even considered using my powers to cause damage. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Helena, calm down. You need to calm down.

I took a long breath and refocused on their whereabouts. I hid in a corner, hoping to go unnoticed. If they spotted me, I was done for. If today was truly my last day, I would feel sorry for myself. Isn't it unfortunate? I won't even get to meet my partner, if I have one.

"She's over there!"

My eyes widened as one of them spotted me. In a panic, I sprinted away, knowing they were chasing me. Sweat streamed down my face as I ran. I realized I couldn't risk transforming into my werewolf form since I didn't know my location.

I needed to avoid disturbing the alpha of this territory. All I had to do now was run for my life. I discovered they were hunters two weeks after unintentionally killing one of them. They were werewolves who hunted hybrids, not human hunters who hunted werewolves.

There was a time when Lycans, also known as werewolves, and witches coexisted peacefully. They had their own territories. But one day, a conflict erupted, turning werewolves and witches into enemies. No one knows what sparked the battle, but everyone agrees that the relationship between werewolves and witches will never be the same.

Following the conflict, the kings and queens of each kingdom reached an agreement. They would no longer aid each other. Witches were forbidden from entering werewolf territory, and vice versa. Werewolves were forbidden from entering the witch kingdom.

However, the palace could never control everyone's thoughts. There would always be those who broke the law. That includes my clan. When my ancestors fell in love, they betrayed their own kingdom. A forbidden love existed between a witch and a werewolf. But I didn't know that my ancestor wasn't the only one who created hybrids.

The unfortunate truth is that my kind will never be accepted by the werewolves who secretly rule the world. I'm certain they would accept a human among them, but not a hybrid.

To survive, I concealed my witch blood. I isolated myself deep in the woods to avoid drawing attention. As a werewolf, I am agile and stealthy, although I only recently acquired these skills, just before turning seventeen. I still have much to learn and understand. While attempting to enjoy the full moon, I managed to evade seven fully grown werewolves who were hunting witches for sport.

My best hypothesis was that my witch and werewolf ancestors, both of whom had an exceptional affinity for the moon, compelled me to do it, and now I despise the consequences because I am being pursued relentlessly.

When did they acquire a device that could detect witches and vampires? How is that even possible? But they did, and instead of confronting them and inquiring about the origin of their device, I chose to walk away, knowing that my life would be in jeopardy if I stayed.

They pursued me on all fours while I sprinted on my feet, as I was still struggling to transform into a wolf. I'm unsure of how long they have been tailing me, but I no longer recognize my surroundings.

"Oh, when I find that witch... I will tear her apart!" I can hear them utter.

"Calm down, Alistair. She can't be too far. I must admit, for a witch, she sure can run!" another wolf exclaimed, gasping for breath.

"Wait a minute, I smell wolf here."

"Come on, this is the Central City of the Lycan Kingdom. Of course, you will smell it, you fool!" another person stated.

What did I hear? Lycan? Kingdom? What?! Out of all the places to flee, my feet have led me somewhere I shouldn't be.

I cursed under my breath for my lack of direction. But turning back was not an option. These werewolves understand that even if this isn't their territory, they would have no qualms because we share the same species.

Unlike me, I am in much deeper trouble now. I stepped on a twig from my hiding spot, alerting all seven of them for the second time. I mentally scolded myself. How could I be so careless? They all turned their attention towards the sound of the breaking branches.

I closed my eyes and wished for a rabbit to materialize out of thin air, hoping to deceive my pursuers and provide me with the perfect distraction to escape and hide once more. My feet were already throbbing with pain.

"Okay, bunny," I tried to connect with the rabbit's mind, "move or I'll skin you alive." To my surprise, the rabbit hopped, and the wolves pounced on it simultaneously, giving me a brief moment to flee the area.

They were all occupied with the sudden appearance of the rabbit, so I seized the opportunity to climb the towering stone walls, which were approximately five hundred meters away, when I overheard a snippet of conversation from my pursuers.

"It's not her! It's just a bunny!" I smirked to myself, realizing that dogs aren't the most intelligent breed, and I'm grateful that I'm only part dog.

"There!" "On the wall!" one wolf cried. My pupils dilated once again.

"Hurry!"

"No way, they spotted me!" They are werewolves, with exceptional vision just like me. I have been running for hours now! I would give anything for a warm bed and a peaceful night's sleep.

After hours of jogging, exhaustion was starting to take its toll on me. I glanced around and realized I was in a vast backyard, facing an enormous home. I had never seen a house this large before, but I didn't have time to admire it. I quickly found a rear entrance and slipped inside, assuming it was either an abandoned mansion or that the occupants were asleep.

All I needed was a place to hide until I was certain the hunters had left. I ended up at the far end of a long hallway, where a wooden door stood three times my height. It wasn't locked, so I quietly entered and pressed myself against it, praying for protection.

"Alistair... Isn't this the one?"

"Let's hurry before someone notices us. That woman won't make it here. Consider her gone."

Oh no! I'm too young to die. Why am I here? And why are they so terrified? I need to leave, but I'm exhausted. Why are they leaving? They were determined to capture me, but now they seem in a rush to depart. What is this place exactly? I overheard them say it was unsettling.

Suddenly,a hand covered my mouth, a strong arm pinned me against the wall, and a warm, alcoholic breath brushed against my neck. "Who are you, and what gives you the right to enter my chamber?"

His palm silenced my lips, muffling my response. Oh Lord.

"Well, never mind. You're already here. I knew you'd come back to me." His warm lips kissed the base of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I'm at a loss for words. All I know is that I'm confused.

Thaddeus’s POV.

She's back. I knew she would return. Wait, is this her? Is she my first mate? Veronica's scent reminds me of lilies of the valley - subtle, flowery, and barely noticeable. But this woman, whom I had pinned against the wall, smelled of berries, honeysuckle, and a hint of wisteria.

She's gasping for breath too. I can hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Sweat beads glisten on her forehead and down to the base of her neck.

No, she can't be Veronica, but why does she drive me insane like my first mate did? Could she be my second chance at a mate? I hear footsteps outside my bedroom.

Whoever this woman is, the chances of her being the target of those men are high, and by now, I trust my men have found them. They're probably dead within minutes after extracting the information they need. No werewolf or man can trespass the castle and survive to tell the tale.

"Who are you?" I demanded, pulling her closer and inhaling her scent, filling my lungs with it.

"Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm...hmmm!" She tried to escape from my grip. For a petite woman, she is surprisingly strong and feisty.

Her mumbling was a result of my hand covering her mouth. Her scent...damn, it's driving me insane! What kind of sorcery is this? Even with all the wine I've had tonight, there is no alcohol potent enough to make me feel this way.

And I can't believe this woman can arouse me so deeply. I may be drunk, but my mind is focused on one thing. My manhood is fully erect, and I can feel it straining against my trousers just from her presence alone.

"Woman," I seethed through gritted teeth, trying to control my emotions, "I am asking you again, who are you, and who sent you here?" She bit my hand that covered her mouth, giving her a split second to say a few words before I retaliated.

"I am so sorry. This is a mistake. There were men after me." She spoke rapidly. She kept trying to pull her hand away from my grip, but I didn't let her. She shook her head and begged again. What is wrong with me? Even seeing her beg turns me on.

"Please let me go!"

"Why are you making me feel this way?" I asked her darkly. My brow furrowed when she refused to answer or even look at me. "Answer me!"

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything to you!" Her tone was a mix of amusement and fear. But she bit me. And she deserves to be punished, right? I grinned and wrapped my free arm around her waist, bringing us closer. I heard her gasp in shock as she felt the bulge between my thighs against her flat stomach.

"Oh, my God, is that...?"

"Yes, it is what you think it is," I whispered in her ear. There was no turning back now. I haven't felt this primal heat since Veronica.

A heat so irresistible that I would kill anyone who stood in the way of our bond. Lust, thirst, and desire clouded my senses for this woman. The fire in my stomach grew, only extinguishable by our bodies coming together.

I kissed her neck again and then moved to her lips passionately, pressing her soft body against my rock-hard one. She resisted at first but soon gave in.

I can tell she's inexperienced by the way she waits for my movements and mimics them. I gently threw her onto the massive king-sized bed. She landed softly.

God, I hope she doesn't run, because if she does, I'll have to chase after her. She remained still, breathing rapidly, waiting for me to join her in bed.

"You didn't run. You feel it too?" I asked her, even though it was a foolish thing to do. Maybe I was hallucinating from all the wine, or maybe the Wolf Goddess Hera finally granted my wish and sent Veronica back, even if just for one night, because I miss her like crazy.

I have prayed to her relentlessly since that fateful day. And she did! My room was pitch dark, with only a sliver of moonlight seeping through the partially closed curtain.

However, just seeing her silhouette was enough for me, and my sense of smell is impeccable. I can detect her sweat and arousal simultaneously. Like me, she is both turned on and scared.

"Please..." was the only word she managed to say before I joined her on the bed and passionately kissed her parted lips. Removing her clothes was effortless; my experience with women made it a simple task.

I was only wearing trousers, and with one swift motion, I was naked, as was she. In the moonlight, I could see her firm and perky breasts, her flat stomach, and the enticing area between her thighs.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and I was torn between savoring her body slowly or taking her roughly as I was on the brink of climax. I chose the latter. If this was a dream, at least I would finish before waking up.

I positioned myself on top of her and kissed her again while my fingers explored her womanhood. Goodness, she smells incredible! Without warning, her hands pushed me back, and I thrust inside her without warning.

She tensed. "Ouch! That hurts, you idiot!" I stopped halfway, my drunkenness fading away, when I felt a barrier inside her. "Y-you're a virgin?" Her response was a small nod. I had expected it, but I never thought I would be satisfied this way.

She clawed at my back in pain, so I kissed her passionately to help her adjust to the size of my manhood. She would need plenty of lubrication because I am above average, and most women who have been in my bed can attest to that.

I kissed every inch of her body, exploring every crevice. She moaned with pleasure when I reached the area between her legs, but she closed them in shame. I brushed her hand away.

"Oh!" She squirmed as soon as my tongue touched her already wet flesh. I flicked my tongue back and forth, and she arched her back.

"Oh, my God! Oh!" I had surpassed my own expectations by waiting for her body to be ready for me. With any other woman, I wouldn't care if it caused them pain as long as I got what I wanted, but she is not just any other woman. She is my second mate.

She is ready for me. I repositioned myself and thrust again, this time with more freedom and depth. She opened up to me like a willing flower. I claimed her repeatedly until I collapsed beside her, too exhausted to ask for her name.