BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 125: KAYNE-GALE MIND LINK

Chapter 125: KAYNE-GALE MIND LINK

{"A deep mind connection is not something you stumble upon—it’s a destiny fulfilled."}

FREY’S POV

The moment the bond flared to life, I knew something was wrong.

Tor’s fury surged through me like wildfire, sharp and blistering, leaving no room for doubt. My breath hitched, fingers tightening around the crystal goblet in my hand. The rich scent of blood no longer tempted me, it was drowned out by the overwhelming force of my mate’s rage.

What the hell happened, Tor?

I closed my eyes, focusing on the pulse of the bond. It wasn’t just anger; it was Gale, his Lycan, prowling, snarling, teetering on the edge of losing control. I could feel the beast pacing, clawing at the surface of Tor’s restraint, demanding blood, and retribution. My instincts flared in response, cold and calculating.

I reached out through the bond, brushing against his mind, trying to anchor him. Talk to me. Nothing. Just a wall of burning wrath and the distant echo of heavy breathing, of muscles tensed and coiled, ready to strike.

I pushed up from my chair, pacing the length of my chamber, the silk of my robe whispering against my skin. The candlelight flickered, shadows dancing along the stone walls of Paradise Bay Coven, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, on Hanka Island, where my mate stood, fists clenched, jaw locked, his fury bleeding into me.

Damn it, Tor. He had promised me he would stay in control. That he wouldn’t let the Lycan take over, not without me there. Yet here I was, tasting his rage like bitter wine.

Had someone hurt him? Challenged him? I exhaled sharply, fangs pressing against my lower lip. The separation had been necessary, but now, with this rage burning through our bond, I wasn’t sure I could stay away any longer.

The night air was crisp as I stepped out of my house in Paradise Coven City, the moon casting a pale glow over the silent streets. The cool breeze did little to soothe the storm raging inside me. Tor’s fury still burned through our bond, an unrelenting presence in the back of my mind. I needed space. I needed a home.

The journey back to Kayne Lands was a blur of shifting shadows and restless thoughts. By the time I arrived, the familiar sight of the grand estate did little to ease my tension. The moment I stepped through the door, I was met with warmth and voices.

"Frery!" Qadira was the first to greet me, her dark eyes sharp as ever, though her expression softened when she took in my stance.

Aurora and Nessa followed, their gazes assessing, questioning. I nodded in greeting, though my mind was still half elsewhere.

Qadira, ever direct, didn’t wait. "Ma is back at the Coven Jail with Rou."

I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Of course, she is."

"She refused to leave you," Qadira continued. "It irritated Lord Marcel, but they let her be."

I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "Ma can handle herself. Let her be. Besides, Dante won’t let anything happen to her." That should have been enough to end the conversation, but it was Aurora who stepped closer, arms crossed, her gaze sharp and knowing.

"You look like you’re about to lose it." Her voice was steady, but there was concern beneath it. "What’s got you so worked up?"

I met her eyes, feeling the weight of my exhaustion press against me. I could lie. I could say it was nothing. But my siblings knew me too well for that. Still, how could I explain the wildfire of rage coursing through my veins, not my own but my mate’s? The way Tor’s emotions clawed at my insides, demanding blood, demanding justice.

I exhaled, my voice quieter this time. "Tor. "That single name was enough. Silence settled around us as understanding dawned in their eyes.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "There’s something wrong with Tor," I admitted, my voice edged with frustration. "I can feel that he’s in a fit of rage and anger. I’ve tried to reach out to him through the mating bond, but it’s all jumbled up. I can’t feel anything else."

Aurora studied me for a moment before stepping closer. Her eyes held the same calm wisdom she always carried, steady in a way that made me pause. "You need to calm down and listen in again," she advised, her voice even. I wanted to argue, to tell her that I had tried. That I had been trying since the moment the rage first hit me. But she wasn’t wrong. My frustration was clouding my senses, making it harder to push through the bond.

Nodding, I turned on my heel and made my way to the library, the one place I knew I could gather my thoughts. The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air as I stepped inside, the dim candlelight casting shadows along the towering bookshelves. I lowered myself into one of the leather armchairs, closing my eyes and exhaling slowly. I reached for the bond again. At first, it was the same as before, chaotic, raw fury crackling like a violent storm. Kayne, Tor’s Lycan, was prowling at the edges, his rage nearly blinding. Disbelief, seething anger, the need to do something. It crashed against me like waves against jagged rocks, relentless and overwhelming.

I forced my breathing to slow, pushing my mind into a state of calm. Breathe, focus, and ground yourself. For a moment, nothing changed. The storm raged on, threatening to pull me under. But then, slowly, the edges began to soften. The fire dulled to embers, the snarl of emotions shifting into something quieter. And then, I felt it. A flicker of clarity in the bond. A thread of calm pushing back against the fury. I latched onto it, holding it steady, breathing into the stillness. Tor’s emotions settled, no longer a deafening roar but a steady pulse. I opened my eyes. The storm hadn’t passed, but at least now, I could hear Gale’s calm mind and I heaved a sigh of relief.

My eyes snapped open; my breath was steady but my mind racing. What could have driven Gale into such a blinding rage?

Kayne, the primal voice of my vampire instincts, stirred within me. "Tor’s fury is not without reason. The only time Gale loses control like that is when the Bay Shifters are threatened... or when you are."

A cold realization settled over me. If that were true, then something was very, very wrong.

"We need to go to our mate" Kayne growled.

I didn’t hesitate. "Agreed." I pushed up from the chair, and my decision was made.

I strode out of the library, my mind sharp and focused, but the moment I entered the living room, Aurora and Nessa stood up in unison, their expressions tense.

"Where’s Qadira?" I asked, already suspecting something was off.

"She went to check on the guard in the dungeon," Aurora answered.

My stomach twisted. The guard. The memory slammed into me, the guards who had led Tor to Kayne Lands. An idea sparked, a connection forming in my mind so quickly that I didn’t even waste time explaining. Instead, I turned on my heel and rushed toward the dungeon, my movements a blur. The scent of damp stone and blood thickened the air as I entered the underground chamber. The torches flickered, casting eerie shadows against the cold walls.

And there she was. Adira stood near one of the cells and handed the guard a bottle of blood. They all turned to stare at me in surprise.

"Frery" Qadira spoke up.

I turned my gaze to the guard, my voice steady but urgent. "I need your help getting out of Paradise Bay Coven."

The guard stared at me as if I had just grown horns, his brows furrowing in disbelief. I didn’t blame him, no one simply left Paradise Bay without being noticed. Not without consequences.

A soft chuckle escaped Qadira. "Brother, we must help you."

The guard didn’t need any more convincing. He tilted his head back, gulping down the rest of the blood Qadira had given him. Strength returned to his limbs, the color seeping back into his pale face.

Then, he stepped forward and met my gaze. "I will help you, Frery Kayne."

Qadira wasted no time, unlocking the heavy iron door of the dungeon. Together, we stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the air still thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood. As we ascended the stairs, my mind churned through the possibilities. By the time we reached the living room, the guard turned to me, handing the empty blood bottle back to Qadira before focusing his sharp gaze on me.

"What do you need from me?" he asked, his voice steady.

I exhaled, already forming a plan in my mind. "I need to get to get Hanka Island unnoticed, you help me distract the royal guards so that no one can know I have gone to Hanka Island. Everyone should assume am here and Lord Marcel should not suspect that I am out of Paradise of Coven. Since he is busy right now though he wants to keep an eye on me, I am anxious about Tor and need to get to Hanka Island and find out what is going on"

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