HILDA’S ENCOUNTERS: THE LAST LYCAN LUNA’S VENDETTA

It was raining hard and Hilda loved it when it rained. It always uplifted her mood and she felt delighted as she watched the heavy downpour of the rain through the window of the palace’s library. The rain made loud patter sounds against the glass, lightning struck in the dark gloomy skies, thunder roared and while she heard voices shrieking in fear, she giggled instead. The rain and the sounds that accompanied it actually helped her in enjoying the book she read.
(Donnovan trailed his hand up her thigh and she gasped when he rubbed his thumb against her center gently. Then he stopped and she moaned in protest. “Not a sound Mija, that is the rule and I will make you cum as many times as you want” his deep voice growled against her throat and she nodded without saying a word…)

“Looks like someone is having a good time” a voice teased behind Hilda and her eyes bulged. She quickly snapped the book in her hands shut before she whipped her head around to look at her cousin, Alan and he winked at her. She peered at him disapprovingly before she moved to another chair so he wouldn’t have any more view of her book while she read it and he sat on the chair she just vacated.

“So does Donovan eventually make her cum?” he asked her, his words falling without a filter from his mouth and Hilda stared at him wide-eyed. How could he say those words so carelessly?
They were alone on that side of the library but that didn’t mean he could spew whatever words he wanted.
Alan was always trying to flirt with her and she always ignored him but she still wasn’t used to it even after the two years that he had spent with her family in their pack because he always came up with new ways to leave her speechless and wide-eyed… just as she was at the moment.
“Leave me alone Alan. I don’t want to talk to you” She attempted to send him off but he only took it as an invitation and joined her on her chair instead.

Hilda tried to close her book again but he was quick to snatch it out of her hand. She quickly reacted by reaching out for the book while he held it away from her and soon, she was leaning over him on the chair and he dragged in the scent of her perfume.
“Vanilla” he murmured and she looked down at him.
“What?”
“Your perfume, you smell just like vanilla” he repeated and Hilda gulped.

She really hated it when he got to her with his words and right now, his flirting was working on her. She was the only daughter of the lycan king and he was her cousin. It was going to be insane to give in to his tactics when he probably wasn’t even going to be her mate once she was old enough to find a mate and Alan knew it too so she didn’t understand why he was always hitting on her in private.
She quickly snapped out of the reverie he had pulled her into and she grabbed the book from his hand then he held her tight by the waist just as she tried to sit back and she gasped.

Was that how the woman in the book she read gasped too? Hilda thought and she could feel her face burning as she looked down at Alan who was still smiling so handsomely. She wanted to smack that smile on his face.
“Let me go, Alan”
“After one kiss” he pleaded.
“I’m not kissing you so let me go this instant” she warned but he held her tighter instead and her chest met flush with his. He could feel the swells on her chest against his and she was sure that he was also having a nice view of her cleavage since she wore a low-neck dress for the day.

Suddenly, he took his face closer to hers and she could feel his breath on her lips. This was the first time he was coming this close to her over the years that he had flirted with her and she couldn’t move. She felt like she was frozen and strangely, she enjoyed the feel of his warm breath against her lips.
“Even when I’m this close, you still won’t kiss me?” he asked her, his voice lowered this time and she swallowed.
Hilda knew she was doomed because she wasn’t sure if she even had the will to push herself off him. This was tempting. Way too tempting and she knew she wasn’t supposed to give in because she was supposed to keep herself for her future mate once she clocked twenty years of age but Alan was playing his cards well and she couldn’t believe she was even thinking of kissing him.

“Alan” she called weakly and he blew her another warm breath against her lips.
“Hmm,” he grumbled sexily and Hilda wondered how a nineteen-year-old could sound so dangerous. He was dangerous and he wasn’t supposed to be doing this with her.
“Do you want me to kiss you? Hilda” he asked and she shut her eyes tight before she shook her head.
“I shouldn’t” she squeaked and he chuckled.
“No one would know silly. It’s just the two of us here”
“What if someone walks in on us?” she couldn’t believe she was asking him that.
“That is what makes it more exciting Hilda darling” he convinced and she sighed weakly.

He was winning and she knew it. She couldn’t fight him off any longer and she wanted to kiss him just as much as he did so she gave in and even initiated the kiss first. It was just a slight brush of their lips and she felt Alan freeze beneath her. Maybe he didn’t expect that she would actually let him kiss her. She opened her eyes to look at him and the rain had stopped. There was a stream of dull rays of sunlight coming in through the window and the light revealed his bright brown eyes as he stared back at her.
He kissed her this time and she felt her breath hitch in her throat as his lips roughly collided with hers. This was her first kiss and it felt like bliss. Who ever knew that kissing someone felt this good?

She kissed him back just as he cupped both sides of her face and their lips merged like one as they tasted each other and felt the flames of hunger growling in their chests.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he rasped out breathlessly and she smiled against his lips.
“Then don’t stop” she encouraged him and he smiled back.
He quickly flipped her around and she gasped again as he sat her on his thighs with her back faced toward him.

She could feel his hard length pressing up against her back as he placed his hand on her breast and squeezed and she closed her eyes as a moan escaped her mouth. She was enjoying everything he did to her. He dipped his hand into her dress and his palm made contact with her bare flesh. He could feel her hardened nipple brushing against his hand as he squeezed again and he sucked in a breath when she moaned again.

Suddenly, a voice called for her and it was her bodyguard. Hilda quickly pushed herself off him in a frenzy and she glared at him before she arranged herself and picked up her book that had fallen from her hand when they kissed. Then she walked away to meet her bodyguard and he bowed his head to her.
“Is anything wrong, Brad?”
“The alpha requests your presence at the throne room princess. He wants to discuss preparations for the next new moon festival” he said and she nodded.

She took one last look back at Alan who had been watching her and he winked at her before he waved. She rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the library along with her bodyguard while wondering what the hell just happened between her and her cousin.

She perceived the smoke but she didn’t pay any mind to it. She only tossed to the other side of her bed, releasing a sigh and falling back deep into sleep.
Suddenly, someone tapped her hard on the shoulder and she grumbled in response while slapping the air to get rid of whoever was disrupting her beauty sleep.
“Hilda get up now” a hushed voice whispered in her ear as the tapping on her shoulder persisted and she whimpered sleepily before she opened her eyes and it was Brad.

She quickly sat up and checked the time on her phone and it was way past midnight. Fear gripped her insides as she snapped her head back to him and she knew the only reason why he would be in her room by that time wasn't about something good.
She was about to ask what was wrong when she heard a loud crash and when she looked out the window of her room, she saw flames.
Wild angry flames flared from the other wing of the palace and it reflected in her eyes together with the fear that was beginning to eat her up.

“We have to get out of here now!” Brad yelled and she didn't waste a second more. She flung her blanket off her body and jumped down from the bed. Then she wore the first pair of shoes she could grab and ran out of her room with Brad holding onto her hand tightly.
She didn't care if she was wearing a thin see-through night dress at that moment, all she thought about was her father and Alan.
Were they okay or not? Were they going to escape the attack or not?

Brad pulled her down to the second floor as tears filled her eyes and she sniffed. The smoke was burning her eyes and she could tell that the fire had gotten to their wing. She wondered who it was that started such a great fire in their palace without dragging any attention or getting caught.
They finally got to her father’s room and Brad kicked the door open. Hilda screamed in horror and her voice echoed through the walls of the palace as she stared at the charred body of her father.

He was dead. Gone. And nothing could be done to revive him because he was burnt beyond recognition. She ran into the room as her voice choked with her tears and she knelt beside his body. He didn’t even look like her father anymore as his lifeless eyes stared like an empty void.
“Father?” she called, hoping she would get a reaction from him but he was stiff.  He was really dead.
“We have to go now princess, the fire is spreading fast” Brad called for her but she ignored him.

He rushed into the room and grabbed her by the shoulders and she screamed and struggled to free herself of his hold but he didn’t let go as he pulled her out of the room. Hilda didn't want to leave. Her father had just been killed in a fire and she didn't want to leave his body behind but she had to. She had to stay alive so she could make the bastard who caused this to pay.

So together with Brad, they ran out of the palace as tears blurred her vision and she didn’t even notice the maids and guards that ran to and fro for safety amidst the raging fire that was swallowing up her once lovely home that she shared with her now dead father.

There was a car waiting and Brad was about to help her inside when she remembered Alan.
“Where is Alan? I don’t see him” she asked, her eyes dashing around in panic to see if she would find her cousin.
“You have to leave first, princess. I would make sure he is safe” Brad replied and she shook her head. She couldn’t afford to lose another family.
“I’m not leaving until you find him now!” she insisted and Brad was about to reply when a bullet passed through his head and he fell dead to the ground immediately.

Hilda screamed and it echoed as the fear that enveloped her had no limit this time. She was frozen and crying uncontrollably. She couldn’t even bring herself to move as she stared at her dead bodyguard.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the arm and when she looked, it was Alan.
“Alan, you’re alive” she called in relief before she hugged him tight and he patted her on the head. He didn’t even care if she was soiling his clothes with her tears.
“They killed Brad and we have to leave here right now” she warned him with a shaky voice and he nodded before he took her hand.

They didn’t know where they were running to but it was going to be safer to hide first because they couldn’t even see the attackers and that made it more dangerous to be spotted by them. It was going to make them easy targets.
Suddenly, they were surrounded and Hilda held Alan’s hand tighter as she looked at the masked men. They began to attack and Alan let her hand go before he began to fight them. She quickly joined him and together they fought the men and soon, they were all dead even though they sustained cuts in the process.

Hilda smiled, feeling victorious, then she turned around to speak to Alan and she stopped in her tracks when she saw an arrow with a silver spearhead nestled deep in his chest and it looked like it met his heart. Alan was dying too and she wouldn’t be able to save him.
She rushed toward him and he was already choking on his blood as he looked at her, his face already pale.
“You should go now, Hilda. Go before they find you” he told as she cried. She shook her head.
“I can’t leave you here Alan. You’re all I have now” She wept and he cupped her face with his bloodied hand.
“You’ll be fine Hilda, just go. Please” he begged but it was too late.
 
Hands grabbed her from behind and a handkerchief was placed over her nose. Alan tried to fight for her but it was futile. He was too weak to even wield a knife or sword.
Dots clouded Hilda’s vision as she began to get dizzy and the last thing she saw before she passed out was Alan getting stabbed with a sword.

Hilda woke up with a gasp and a sharp pain suddenly twinged in her head. She winced from the pain and soon, it turned into a slight throbbing. She opened her eyes wider to see where she was and everywhere was the color of cement. The room felt lifeless and looked colorless. It was small too and there was no one around so she couldn’t even guess where she could be.

She tried to move but her ankles were seal taped, her wrists too and she also had a tape on her mouth so her movement was very restricted. She couldn’t even move at all. She noticed she was on a small mattress that was placed on the floor and there was even a pillow. Was this where she had been ever since she was knocked out?
How long had she even spent here?

She tried to remember what happened before she passed out and the image of Alan getting stabbed with a sword flashed before her eyes. She whimpered, trying to stay quiet as the gnashing feeling of hurt, loss, and grief hit her and tore her heart and soul to shreds. She couldn’t believe her father and Alan were dead and she was never going to see them again. She found it hard to accept that they were gone for good.

It all happened in one night and all the people she ever knew had been taken away from her. Even her pack was taken away from her too. She didn’t even know who did it and she wasn’t sure if there was a way to know but she swore to herself at that moment that she was going to make the culprit pay and it was going to be a gruesome and bloody payback.  

She was still sad, her heart kept on sinking deeper and deeper and it was getting even harder to breathe as time passed. The loss of her only family was hitting her more and more and soon, she couldn’t keep her whimpering quiet. Tears fell nonstop from her eyes and if her wrists weren’t taped, she would be pulling at her hair with the hope that the pain in her scalp will help to make her feel the pain in her heart, less.

Then she heard a click from the door and she snapped her head toward its direction immediately. Her sight was blurry from crying so she couldn’t see clearly but she could hear the key being turned in the keyhole and she knew someone was coming. She sniffed.

The door opened and she saw a shadow before she heard footsteps and the person walked into the room. He was a man and he was very big. She looked up at him as she sniffed again and she heard him snicker. Another figure followed almost immediately and she wondered if there were more than two men in this building. Where exactly was she? What were they going to do to her?

“The princess is still having a grieving party I see,” the first man said as he went closer to her and she moved back, away from him until her back touched the wall and she had nowhere else to go. The second man chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. What exactly was so funny at the moment? Hilda wondered as the alarms in her head rang nonstop. Even her wolf in her head was terrified.

 They kidnapped her so they were definitely dangerous and she didn’t know what they would do next. The first man ripped the tape off her mouth and it burned her skin as she shut her eyes to suppress the pain. Then she opened her eyes to glare at him.

“Who are you?” she asked and the first man laughed.
“The people that would make a good pay with you princess” the man replied and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. What was he talking about? Weren’t they the ones who set her pack on fire?
“What do you mean?” she requested.

“You’re the last lycan, baby. Do you know how much you are worth right now?” he asked her and Hilda’s mouth went dry. A new form of fear took over her as she realized what was happening. They were going to sell her and she didn’t even know who she was going to end up with next. What if it was a person that had a fetish for torturing people? She shuddered at that thought and when she looked back at the man before her, his stare on her was so intense that it made her skin crawl with disgust.

She inched further away from him in fear and he blinked when he realized he had stared for way too long.
“You must be hungry right?” he stood up and her eyes followed him.
Did she look like hunger was her problem at the moment? The man didn’t know that though because he was still waiting for her to answer. She licked her dry lips.
“Are you the ones who set the pack on fire?” she asked and the man shook his head.

“Our boss did for a reason I don’t know about. He doesn’t even know you are here because he thinks you are dead but we'll make money with you” The man laughed and Hilda was disgusted. She was just a secret business of theirs for their selfish wants.
Was that why they were answering all her questions? Because they were trying to be nice to her since their boss didn’t know she was even in the building? That meant she could scream out for help, but she would have to get them out of the room first.

“I need to drink water” she replied to the man’s question earlier and he nodded before he walked toward his partner and tapped him on the shoulder.
They communicated in hushed tones for a while before the second man looked at her over the first man’s shoulder and he smiled.
“Don’t think about yelling for help. This room is soundproof and even if the boss finds you, he will kill you” he said and Hilda’s hope vanished. She wanted to have him sliced apart with her claws.
“Malcolm is going you something to eat princess,” he said and she sneered at him. How the hell did he expect her to know who Malcolm was?

He ignored her and walked out of the room along with the first man and she was alone again.
She began to struggle with the tape around her wrists immediately the door closed shut but it wouldn’t budge and it was beginning to bite into her skin. She hissed when it tore her skin on her wrist and she realized it would be no use struggling with the tape. It was only going to end up tearing her skin the more.

She groaned frustratingly as she let her head fall and tears filled her eyes again. She wished she could go back in time and prevent the previous night from turning out to be so tragic but she couldn’t and she would have to live with that for life.