The Luna's Craving

HELENA's POV:

I shivered, cold sweat dripping down my back despite the AC's hum. I was sweating, and my chiffon top was sticking tightly to my body.

My head bent low to the marble floor in fear and embarrassment. My father's rage filled the room.

"Do you want to embarrass this family, Helena" The old man with small round glasses raged, spit flying off his mouth.

"Stop chasing this silly hobby of yours and pursue your medical degree"

"You know what? Count me out of this. When you get serious with your life, then, You can come to meet me for help" he continued, his eyes holding a vast amount of rage and I was the cause of it.

"I will no longer fund your silly projects," He concluded, walking back slowly to his desk.

I stared at him in shock as it registered on my face. "But father, you can't do this. How would I take care of myself?"

My father snorted, "I want to know and I don't care. Unless you stop this childish dream, think like an adult, and continue your medical degree, You are no longer my daughter."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes as I stammered. "B-But, F-father, no!" I could barely form a single statement.

He slammed his fish on his desk. "You're not a child anymore, Helena. Writing is not a profession. Your mother worries about you and I'm tired of finding your failures"

I winced back in fear at his anger.

"It's not a hobby, Father. It's my life" I said, swallowing a lump in my throat as his plague on the table fell to the ground.

The prestige name was evident there as if to berate me. MD. DR Freeman Hudson.

This was one of my father's properties he wanted me to inherit, which I would have done if I hadn't dumped my medical school degree to chase my dream of becoming a writer.

He sneered "Then tell me, Helena. What is it?"

I raised my head, my voice form, "Writing is not a hobby. This is my life. I spoke with my agent and an interested publishing company about my work."

He laughed "Oh, stop lying Helena. Your agent told me they rejected your manuscript! You're only a total failure, Helena."

Dammit.

I looked down, muttering to myself. He has caught me.

That freaking agent betrayed and sold me out.

"I'm tired, Helena. I have funded your hubby, paid your rent, and bought you a car. I paid your agent fees, wrote fellowships, and sponsored everything but all you bring is failure and disgrace to this family" He pinched his nose before massaging his temples, looking exhausted.

"I have supported your feverish hobby for far too long because of your mother. But no more." He continued, staring at me straight in the eyes:

"I'm taking everything back, your car, credit account, and everything else. Until you come to terms with my condition and continue your medical degree, then you're no longer my daughter."

With every word that came out of his mouth, I felt a million daggers pierce my heart.

"Now, get out!"

I didn't waste any more time as I rushed out, crying hysterically.

All I felt was pain and rejection. He was my father and should embrace my decision but instead, disowned me.

"Where to, Miss Helena" My driver spoke.

"H-Home, take me Home" I stammered.

As we drove, I stared out the window, my mind racing.

"Ping"

I looked down and saw it was a notification informing me that I had been cut off from the family joint account.

"Miss, we're here" I heard the voice of Mr. Cornor, my Driver, and looked outside.

True to his words, I was in my house.

"Thank you," I walked into my house. With one thought in mind, my decision was made up.

I wasn't going to give up on my dream. I'd start fresh, somewhere new.

I looked down at my phone, a picture of the place I was moving into; Catalina island.

I called the Airline, my voice was shaky. "One ticket to Santa Catalina Island, Please"

I packed light, dropped a note on the table, dropping a kiss to it:

"Goodbye Diane" I'm going to miss my little sister.

I took one long look at my room and headed to the airport.

It didn't take long and we were on the next flight to Castalina but stuck in an Economy seat. It was only what I could afford at the moment considering my situation.

While trying to get comfortable, to no avail, I felt a strange pull towards the front of the plane. A scent invaded my nostrils, and I moved towards it, unbuckling my belt.

"Excuse me, miss, you can't go in there, "An Air hostess came out of nowhere, smiling.

I nodded, my hands holding the curtain that separated me from that intoxicating scent but before I could close it,

I saw him.

A man with blue piercing eyes and a strong jawline. Beautiful.

"Ma'am. You need to leave"

I blushed in embarrassment at the air hostess and closed the curtain but not before I saw the man throw a wide smirk with an unusual glint in his eyes.

I was confused. Why did I feel that pull towards that strange man?

Who was he?

The journey was smooth and I spent it reading about a great writer, Emily Conway. My idol.

I knew what I was doing was risky. I was leaving my family, my home, and my past. It was scary, but yet I wanted to see what lay ahead.

The plane landed and I stepped out, Shaky. The warm air of Santa Catalina Island greeted me as I made my way through the small airport.

The drive to the nearest hotel wasn't far and I was at the front desk in no minute.

The older-looking receptionist handed me a key With a smile. "Enjoy your stay," she said.

"Thank you"

I reached room 213 but the door refused to open no matter how much I tried. I pushed it one last time and it fell from my hands.

"Goddamit" I screamed. My frustration settling in.

But before I could bend down to pick it up, a child appeared, picked up the key, and handed it to me with a smile.

I smiled back and thanked him.

The child watched me trying to open the door for a moment. He signaled me to bend down to his height, and then he whispered, "Remember, sometimes the smallest keys open the grandest doors." Then he turned and ran down the hallway, leaving me confused.

"Who was he? What does he mean?" I watched his silhouette disappear after noticing a tooth attached to a long brown rope around his neck.

I felt a wave of wonder and excitement wash over me.

"A new life, A new future."

Helena's POV

Three days had slipped by like grains of sand through my fingers. I lay on the beach, my sunshade casting a patch of shade over my face.

I watched the surfers screaming and riding the waves.

The kids were picking crabs, and some used coin detectors to pick up lost coins.

The sea stretched out before me, its blue merging with the sky in an endless embrace.

I lowered my sunshade and looked up into the sky. It was easy to forget everything here, the calls, the messages, and the worry.

My phone rang, bringing me back to reality. I sighed and brought out my phone from my knitted purse. It was my stepmother, Annie.

I silenced the call, but that didn't stop the messages from coming in.

"Where are you?"

"Helena, are you okay?"

"Mum told Dad that you're pregnant? Is it true? Why didn't you tell me? I'm worried. Please call me later."

I was glad my sister wasn't forcing me to come home.

She knew about my father's plan for me, and I loved how she still encouraged me to follow my dreams.

I got another call from my stepmother, but I tossed the phone back into my purse.

The beach was my happy place, my escape from the chaos of family expectations. But now, as days went by, I began to doubt myself.

Did I make the right choice?

Leaving everything and everyone behind. Was it worth it? Was this freedom, or am I just running away from my failures?

Then I felt something.

It was the same feeling I felt on the plane, the same pull, the same scent, and it was calling me to the ocean.

I stood up and began walking towards it. The further I walked. the stronger the pull became.

It wasn't long before I felt an arm pulling me back, I stumbled and found myself face-to-face with a guy.

"Careful Miss, you were heading into the off-limits zone." He said, pointing forward.

I looked at where he pointed and where I lay before, realizing how far I'd come. The waters had already reached my waist and I couldn't even swim. "I didn't even notice."

He smiled, still holding me. "The ocean has a way of drawing people in. But sometimes, it takes more than the physical to understand the attraction."

I nodded, grateful. "Thank you. I could have died."

We walked to the shore, then he released me, and I stepped back, the strange pull I felt already fading. " I'm happy you didn't drown. Stay safe. And remember, not all paths lead where we expect."

As he walked away, I wondered about how many weird events had happened to me since I left home.

First, it was the weird feeling I got on the plane, then it was that weird kid, and now it's at the beach.

I went back to my bench, packed my belongings, and headed by to my condo.

I was about to unlock my door when an employee stopped me. His eyes were bright, and he smiled pleasantly.

"Hello. I hope you're having a good evening. A party is being held tonight at Block A, Condo No 13. I'm just a messenger, trying to recruit people to have fun. This contains the details of the party," He said and handed a pamphlet.

I glanced at the pamphlet, "Oh, sorry, I don't attend parties," I said and attempted to return the pamphlet.

He smiled. "Just keep it. Who knows? You might change your mind. Have a wonderful evening, Miss, " he said and walked off.

As he walked away, I wondered about the party.

The alcohol, loud music, the strangers doing whatever they wanted.

Maybe it was time to step out of my comfort zone. I put the pamphlet inside my purse, unlocked my door, and went inside.

I made myself a cup of tea and headed to my bedroom. I opened a drawer, wore my reading glasses, and sat on my chair.

The tea warmed my hands as I sipped, contemplating the pamphlet I had received. The party was starting at 10 p.m. till dawn.

This wasn't a typical gathering for me, I hated nightlife and had always cherished my night times writing and staring at the stars from my bedroom window.

I don't understand why people organize parties just for fun. A party should have a purpose.

I worked on my manuscript until 11:15 p.m., and then I stopped writing.

I stared at my phone, waiting for my father or sister to call again, but none came in. "Diana must have given them an earful," I said, smiling.

I stared at the pamphlet again before standing up from my chair and opening my wardrobe. If I were to go to a night party, which outfit would I put on?

I rummaged through the wardrobe, disorganizing the neatly arranged clothes that were done by the housekeeper.

I eventually settled on a black sleeveless denim gown. It was just a little bit below my ass.

It was one of the dresses Diana had gifted me, and honestly, I found it a bit revealing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, catching my breath.

"Oh Helena, you're getting a lot of attention tonight," I said aloud and chuckled. It had been a while since I felt this good about myself.

I tried on several shoes before settling on silver heels. I picked a Versace purse to complete the look.

I hurriedly removed the clothes and stepped into the shower.

After a quick bath, I re-curled my curly hair, applied slight makeup, and wore my chosen outfit.

I took out my Valentino perfume, one of the gifts she had given me on my twenty-fifth birthday.

As I sprayed the perfume and inhaled deeply, I felt a surge of confidence. I smelled nice and looked gorgeous!

I stared at my bed one last time, and a strong urge to remove all my outfits and slip into my comfy pyjamas overwhelmed me.

I hurriedly closed the door and stepped outside.

I ordered a cab while locking the door. Three minutes later, it arrived. It was a special cab that knew the route to the beach condos.

Block A, Condo... 30," I said as soon as I got into the cab. Was it 13 or 30? I wasn't sure, but I knew it had a 3 in the pamphlet.

The driver nodded. "I saw that in the cab app. You're going to the party?" he asked.

"Yes, though I hate parties, I just want to go out and try to see if these parties are enjoyable," I replied, and the guy laughed.

"I won't say they are enjoyable, I have done my fair share of partying. Just remember never to collect a drink from anyone you don't know. If you want to drink to get a little bit wasted at a party, you can always take your drink along. Dance and connect with people, and don't get wasted to the point that you won't be able to run if there's an emergency like a fire or a police raid," The cab driver said.

My heart sank, maybe this party wasn't such a good idea.

" Oh no, I hope I haven't discouraged you. Parties are fun. You just have to be careful," he said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

I looked at him and smiled. "I understand, thank you," I looked at my phone again. Still no calls or messages from home. Maybe it's a sign to move on with my life.

Helena's POV

"Here we are," the driver said and stopped in front of the condo. The party was already in full swing, people were trooping in and out, and some were talking, drinking, and smoking in groups. Others were leaving, too. I paid the driver and was about to leave when the driver called after me.

"Miss," he said, leaning toward the window. " Don't wander off this island on your own. This is a beautiful place that attracts lots of tourists and yet a place that eats them up when they go hungry. People have been reported missing, mostly tourists who don't abide by the curfew rules." He pointed forward, I followed his finger and saw some cops patrolling the area.

"The island cops try to keep these missing cases off the news just so that the island does not lose its thousands of tourists that troop in all year round. Even the mayor is in on it. You can message me on the cab app to pick you up whenever you want to leave the party. I work overnight, so I will be here if you want. Have fun and stay safe."

The cab driver said and zoomed off.

I suddenly felt terrified, I looked around, and it felt like everybody was watching me despite no one minding.

I clutched my purse, and the cold night breeze hit my face. I hurried into the condo, the door opening to a world of music and laughter.

Bartenders served drinks, and I stood there, deliberating. Should I ask for a drink? Or was it safer to stay sober in this unfamiliar place?

I thought for a moment and then decided to approach the bartenders.

These people seemed like they were familiar with each other, not just some random strangers," I ordered a margarita, drank it, and then went deeper into the condo. The music was loud, and people shouted at each other while having conversations. I finished my drink and put the glass down on a chair.

I suddenly felt that pull again, but it was stronger than the last time.

I started feeling hot, I wasn't sure if it was the drink or the scent doing it, but I wasn't going to let it slip away from me tonight. I must find it.

I stumbled through dancing, sweaty bodies until I collided with a hard chest.

"Shit Sorry," I apologized and tried to move back, but this stranger pulled me back to his chest, and for some reason, I didn't struggle.

I looked up to see hazel eyes watching me.

The man had sandy, wavy brown hair and full lips that suited his sharp jaw.

He was several inches taller than me, even though I was averaging the height of 5'7.

He had on a blue shirt, which was slightly opened at the chest, and a brown rope with an object carved in the shape of a tooth was attached to it.

I quickly recognized it as the same one belonging to the child who had given me my key a few days back.

I didn't realize I had leaned forward to sniff him.

I didn't know why I did it, but his scent was the same as what had been pulling me for days.

I was glad he didn't find it weird because he did the same.

I needed him, and the urge to kiss this stranger overcame me.

Never have I ever felt like this, I wanted to grab him, kiss him, and scream out his name in ecstasy. But I didn't even know his name yet.

I felt his tongue on my neck, and I moaned out, really loud. I was grateful this place was noisy and everyone was immersed in the loud music and surplus drink. I felt extremely hot and horny. "Kiss me," I said.

He pulled me closer to him.

His breath didn't smell like alcohol so he wasn't drunk. I tasted mint as his lips met mine.

I leaned into him and kissed him back. His kisses became urgent, and I wanted more than just kisses, so I started stroking his hair.

He growled and withdrew from the kiss "Not here."

He took my hand, and we moved through the crowds, I held onto him tightly, and my heart was racing.

The driver's warning echoed through my head, but I wasn't frightened. Something about the stranger just felt right.

We got out of the condo, and they walked towards a red Rolls-Royce.

Two men in dark suits and dark sunglasses were waiting by the car, they bowed slightly and opened the door for us.

"You have bodyguards?" I asked the stranger when one of the men got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Which pack are you from?" The stranger asked, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. I felt the power of his grip, but yet he gently held my face and resumed kissing me.

"Hmm, Chicago?" I said and chuckled. If this stranger was kinky and wanted to play some sort of silly games with words before sex, I'm down for it.

"Chicago?" He asked, pulling away.

"Yes," I replied, and I leaned into him. He kissed me, and I ran my hands over his chest. He groaned into my mouth and slid his tongue into it.

He slowly drew away from me. "Why are you scared?" He asked, still holding me. I blinked and stared at him.

"Am I that much of an open book?" I asked and laughed nervously. He didn't reply. He just looked confused. Then he continued kissing me.

The vehicle arrived at a gated estate, we sped past Victorian–styled homes and eventually got to a huge mansion.

The car was parked beside other luxurious vehicles. One of the men in black opened the door, and we stepped out.

"Wow, this is huge. This is your house?" I asked, my eyes widened in astonishment. He held out his hands, and I took it.

His lips traced my forehead, the tip of my nose, and the borders of my lips.

I moaned. He placed his hands over the cups of my breast, and he gently squeezed them.

"Why did you ask if I was scared?" I asked. But he didn't respond. Instead, he lifted me and continued to kiss me.

He walked into the mansion, and I felt him climbing the stairs.

I heard him open a door, and he walked into a room.

He placed me on a bed, and I slightly stood up.

I watched as he walked back to the door to lock it.

My phone rang. It was a notification alert. I grabbed my phone and saw a message from the cab driver.

He had sent a message to remind me that he was available to pick me up. I sighed and checked the time.

It was 1:30 am. I tossed my phone on the desk nearby and watched this stranger walk towards me.

He began to remove his clothes, and he stripped to his boxers.

I watched him hungrily, I sat up and began to unzip my denim gown when he stopped me.

"Don't," He said and came to me. He unzipped my dress and threw it to the floor.

He started caressing and sucking on my breast, I moaned contentedly and fell back on the bed.

He then went lower, removed my pants, and stared at my privates before he took his time licking my clit.

I never knew my body could react the way it did tonight. No man has ever taken his time with me like this.

I wondered how many women he had satisfied like that and a wave of jealousy surged through me. I bit my lips as his tongue went in and out of me.

I was starting to get impatient, "I want you," I said, I moved my hips to match the pace of his tongue inside me. I was extremely wet, and soaking, and I couldn't stand the tease anymore. He removed his boxers and started using his throbbing dick to rub my folds, clearly teasing me.

He kissed me again and whispered "Jason, yours?" He asked. I didn't understand what he meant so I didn't say anything.

"Your name hun?" he asked again as he entered slowly, stopping halfway.

"Helena." I moaned out of breath as he pulled out.

He entered inside me again but this time fully. I let out a scream, he was so big, bigger than I had expected.

As he picked his pace I turned into a moaning mess, "Faster Jason, faster!" I screamed, my words scrambling, nearly sensible enough for him to make out.

"Not tonight hun, I don't want to hurt you," He said and continued with his normal pace.

He bit into the side of my neck and trembled while filling me with his seed.

He started licking where he bit and I felt lightheaded. I eventually fell into a deep slumber.