BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 108: SHAMELESSLY MARKED

Chapter 108: SHAMELESSLY MARKED

{"It’s rare, what he is—but it doesn’t make him all that different from any other shifter}

I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my body still thrumming with the ghost of his touch. The air in my room was thick, but it wasn’t the summer heat suffocating me, it was him. Ralph Rougarou. His scent still clung to my skin, a mixture of pine, earth, and something wild, something primal that made my instincts howl in protest at what I had done.

I pushed him away. I should have felt relief. Instead, I felt raw, gutted, like I had torn out something vital and left it bleeding on the mountain where we last stood. I turned onto my side, my fingers curling into the sheets. My bed felt colder than it had any right to be. Damn him. Damn this bond.

I could still hear his voice, low, steady, edged with something I had no business wanting. "We shall see about that General Tiger"

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. The memory of our last encounter burned in my mind, playing on repeat like a curse I couldn’t escape. The way he had looked at me, like he could see straight through the armor I had spent years forging. Like he wasn’t just looking at the warrior, the General, the shifter with a reputation carved in blood, he was looking at me.

No one had ever done that before. And now, alone in the dark, with nothing but the sound of my heartbeat betraying me, I let the truth slip free.

"I want you," I whispered to the emptiness.

The words felt foreign, unfamiliar on my tongue, like something I had no right to claim. But they were real. More real than anything I had ever spoken. I wanted his fire, his wildness, the way he pushed back against the walls I had built so carefully around myself. I wanted the way he stood unshaken when I lashed out, when I tried to deny this thing between us.

I closed my eyes to reminisce on the sharp, intoxicating memory of our closeness, the way the air crackled when we stood too nearby. The heat between us was unbearable like standing too close to the sun, knowing it could burn me alive but craving the fire anyway. And yet, I fucking pushed him away. Because I was a coward. Because I knew what it meant to love someone, to need them, and I had spent too many years convincing myself I didn’t because of what I had seen in the past.

I rolled onto my back again, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers I refused to face. My chest ached, the bond between us pulling tight, unbreakable no matter how much I tried to deny it. I knew I had to face him again and with this temperament, knew he wouldn’t wait forever.

Sleep refused to claim me as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, but the moment I closed my eyes, all I could see was him, Ralph Rougarou. The beast of the mountain and my mate. The bond between us burned, restless and demanding. I wasn’t afraid. I was terrified.

With a frustrated sigh, I threw off the sheets and rose to my feet. The air inside my home felt suffocating, too small to contain the storm raging inside me. I needed air and moved to the closet and dressed up. Slipping into my boots, I stepped outside, the night air wrapping around me like a second skin. The moon hung low, its silver light casting eerie shadows through the trees. The world was silent except for the distant rustling of leaves and the rhythmic sound of my breathing.

And then a sweet scent hit my nose and I was surprised that it was Ralph. His scent hit me like a punch to the gut. Rich, wild, unmistakable. Earth and pine. The lingering hint of rain on warm skin. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as my instincts screamed for me to follow. Why the fuck was he awake?

And then the devil possessed me and my feet were already moving, drawn forward by something stronger than logic, stronger than pride. Through the trees, deeper into the bay shifter forest, his scent pulled me in, wrapping around me like a spell I couldn’t break. I moved faster, my pulse quickening, the heat in my blood rising with every step.

And then I saw him. Leaning against a tree, shirtless, waiting. The moonlight painted his body in silver, highlighting every ridge of muscle, every scar that told a story I wanted to know. His golden eyes locked onto mine, steady, unreadable.

"You couldn’t stay away, could you?" His voice was low, rough, like he had been waiting for me for far too long. I stopped a few feet away, my breath uneven. I should have turned back, should have left before this went too far. His lips curved slightly, just enough to make my restraint snap like a weak thread. "Say it," he murmured. "Say you feel it too."

My throat tightened. The words were there, clawing their way up, but I bit them back. Instead, I let my body betray me, stepping closer, drawn by the invisible force that had bound us together since the moment we met. Ralph pushed off the tree, closing the space between us until there was nothing but heat and shallow breaths. His bare skin brushed mine, and a growl rumbled deep in my chest.

"I was just talking a walk, "I lied and looked away to avoid his piercing gaze.

My pulse pounded, a traitor to my restraint. Ralph watched me, golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. He was waiting. Not asking. Not begging. Just waiting. The mating bond surged between us, raw and undeniable, wrapping around my body like invisible chains I had no strength left to break. The call of it was a living thing, wrapping us in its embrace, whispering that we belonged to each other.

A growl rumbled low in my throat. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms to fight the fire spreading through my veins, but it was useless. And then he moved. Fast. Decisive. Bold as ever. Ralph’s hands gripped my arms, yanking me forward with a force that sent sparks skittering down my spine. Before I could protest, before I could think, I was flush against him, his heat searing through my skin, branding me in ways I could never erase.

"Fuck" I cursed at the haze of want slammed into me, robbing me of logic, of hesitation, of every excuse I had clung to. My hands found his skin, rough and warm beneath my touch, and suddenly I wasn’t thinking anymore, I was feeling. His grip tightened, his breath ghosting against my ear as he murmured, "Dammit Tiger, how dare you fight against what we need to claim and is rightfully ours"

I shuddered. The name sounded different from his lips, less like a title, more like a taunt, a challenge, a promise. My body burned, every nerve alive with the pull of him and then my wolf Tiger pushed through and I fell into the bond, into Ralph. In acceptance I chose to embrace everything. One second, Ralph was standing there, smug and tempting, his golden eyes daring me to act. The next, I had my arms around him, lifting his shirtless form off the ground.

"What the—?!" he yelped, his voice sharp with surprise. His hands flailed for a moment before landing on my shoulders, gripping me instinctively.

I smirked, relishing the rare moment of catching him off guard. "You provoked me, General" My voice was low, edged with something dark, something possessive. "Now you’ll understand exactly what it means to be mated to an Enforcer General."

Ralph chuckled, the sound sending heat straight through me. "Oh?" His fingers trailed up my neck, his nails scraping lightly. "Is this supposed to be a warning or a promise?"

I growled, but the damn wolf just grinned, reckless as always. And then, because he had no shame, none, his arms tightened around my neck, and his legs wrapped around my waist like he belonged there. I exhaled sharply, my grip shifting to support him, my body instantly attuned to every inch of him against me. The heat of his skin, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. The way his breath brushed against my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You’re shameless," I muttered, shaking my head.

Ralph smirked. "And you love that I am shameless"

With a low, guttural growl, I crushed my mouth against his. The moment our lips met, everything else faded. It wasn’t soft, wasn’t slow, it was desperate, hungry, a collision of fire and fury. His lips parted instantly, a sharp inhale stolen between us before I deepened the kiss, claiming him the way I should have from the start. Ralph moaned into my mouth, his fingers tangling into my hair, pulling, demanding more. My hands tightened around his waist, pressing him closer, feeling every taut muscle, every shiver that ran through him. I poured everything into that kiss, every ounce of frustration, every second of longing I had tried to bury. My teeth grazed his bottom lip, earning me a sharp gasp that sent heat pooling low in my stomach.

He was mine and Tiger my wolf roared so loud in my mind "Mine"

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