BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 133: SIERRA’S POWER

Chapter 133: SIERRA’S POWER

{"You must never be fearful about what you are doing when it’s right."}

ROU’S POV

The cell reeked of damp stone and the lingering scent of blood, yet Sierra sat there as if she belonged as if she had chosen this over everything else. Over me. Over the coven. Over reason itself. My hands clenched into fists as I paced, my boots scuffing against the cold floor. Every second she stayed by his side was a blade twisting in my gut. "Sierra, get up. Now." My voice was a low growl, thick with something I hated, desperation. "You’re making a mistake."

She didn’t move. Didn’t even look at me. Her gaze was locked on Rou, the damned Rogourau who sat there, shackled, yet so smug it made my skin crawl.

His golden eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight, lips curling into a smirk. "You look like a man unraveling, Dante. Maybe you should sit before you fall apart."

I lunged for the bars, gripping them so hard my knuckles turned white. "Shut your mouth, beast. You’re rotting in here because you crossed the wrong people. Don’t mistake this for victory."

Rou laughed, the sound rich with amusement, with arrogance. "Oh, but I think I’ve already won something far more valuable than my freedom. Haven’t I, Sierra?" His gaze flickered to her, and my stomach twisted like I’d been gutted.

She didn’t deny it. She just sat there, her hands folded in her lap, jaw tight.

"You told him, didn’t you?" I finally asked, my voice quieter now, but no less venomous. "You told him what you can do. You trust him more than you trust me."

She flinched just barely but it was enough. Enough to set my blood on fire, to make me want to shake her, to force her to see what this was doing to me.

"Dante—" she started, but I shook my head, cutting her off.

"Don’t," I spat. "I’ve been by your side through everything. I’ve protected you and fought for you, and you keep this from me? But not him? A Rogourau? You defy Coven Lord Marcel for him?" My laugh was bitter, sharp, hollow. "Tell me, Sierra tell me what he has that I don’t."

Rou leaned back against the wall, stretching out as much as his chains allowed. "Maybe it’s not what I have, Dante. Maybe it’s what you lack."

A growl rumbled in my chest, but Sierra shot up from her seat, placing herself between me and the cell. "Enough! Both of you."

Her eyes burned with something fierce, something untamed. A power she had never let me see before. The power she had hidden from me but given freely to him. My breath caught something ugly coiling in my chest. My jaw locked the betrayal a bitter taste in my mouth. "You’re staying here? With him?"

She swallowed hard. "I have to." The words shattered something inside me. She had to stay with him and I turned on my heel and stormed out, my vision blurred with fury, with jealousy so thick it felt like poison in my veins.

Dante stormed out of the coven jail cell, his boots striking the cold stone floor with purpose. His fists clenched at his sides as he paced just beyond the iron bars, a string of curses escaping his lips like a furious storm. The royal guards, stationed nearby, exchanged glances but remained silent, their sharp eyes tracking his every move. Whatever turmoil brewed within him was potent enough to set the air thick with tension.

For a long moment, he wrestled with his page, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, willing himself to still the fury clawing at his insides. His jaw tightened. His fingers twitched. And then, as suddenly as his anger had flared, he straightened, resolved.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and strode back into the cell. Sierra barely had time to react before his hand clamped around her wrist.

"Enough of this," he muttered, voice edged with something dark and unyielding.

He yanked her forward, dragging her from the confines of the cell, his grip firm but not cruel. Behind them, a slow, mocking chuckle echoed through the stone chamber. Rou.

"Interesting," Rou mused, his laughter laced with amusement. "Didn’t take you for the sentimental type, Dante."

Dante didn’t spare him a glance. His focus remained solely on Sierra, his grip never loosening as he led her away from the prison that was suffocating him.

Jealousy burned through me like wildfire, searing and relentless. I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching at my sides as I stood with Sierra, hidden just out of sight from the jail cell. The weight of what I had seen—of her lingering near Rou, of the way she had looked at him, threatened to unravel every ounce of control I had left.

Sierra exhaled sharply and turned to face me; her eyes narrowed in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air between us.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t and instead, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me, crashing my lips onto hers before she could protest. The moment our mouths met, a fire exploded in my chest, a raw hunger I couldn’t contain. Her hands, which had pushed against my chest at first, hesitated then curled into my shirt, pulling me closer. She kissed me back with the same desperate intensity, her body melting into mine like she had been waiting for this just as much as I had.

By the time we broke apart, our breaths were ragged, our eyes locked in the dim light. My heart pounded, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or the jealousy still clawing at my insides.

"What are you hiding from me?" I asked, my voice low, unsteady. "And why the hell are you so interested in Rou?"

Sierra’s brow furrowed. Her lips, still swollen from our kiss, pressed into a thin line. Then she scoffed. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

"Yes," I admitted without hesitation. "Now tell me why you’re giving him attention."

She shook her head, eyes flashing with disbelief. "Dante, you’re insane."

I let out a slow breath, barely restraining the frustration clawing at my chest. My fists clenched, my mind racing, but I forced my voice to remain steady, and dangerous.

"If you want to see me, go insane, Sierra, then keep dodging my question," I growled. "Tell me why you’re so damn concerned about Rou and what the hell you’re hiding from me."

She exhaled sharply and closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. A long, tense moment passed before she spoke, her voice quieter, but firm.

"We’re exposed," she murmured. "This isn’t the right place to talk."

I stared at her, trying to decipher the storm in her expression, but she turned away before I could press further.

"Follow me," she said, already moving.

I didn’t hesitate. I followed her through the dimly lit corridors of the coven jail, my steps silent against the stone. We slipped past the guards unnoticed, disappearing into the night as the moon cast pale silver streaks across the ground.

She led me through the dense woods, past tangled vines and winding paths, until we reached the secret garden. A place untouched by the world’s chaos, hidden beneath the heavy canopy of leaves, bathed in the glow of scattered lanterns.

Sierra finally stopped and turned to face me; her arms crossed. Her emerald eyes burned with something fierce, something unreadable.

"What right do you have to make demands, Dante?" she snapped, her voice cutting through the thick air between us.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, letting my presence press against hers. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t step back.

I glared down at her, my jaw tight. "Because you belong to me, Sierra." My voice was low, possessive, filled with something raw and undeniable. "And I don’t share what’s mine."

She sucked in a sharp breath, her body rigid, her hands curling into fists at her sides. But she didn’t deny it. And that was enough for now.

Sierra’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, frustration, urgency, maybe even exhaustion. She exhaled sharply, shaking her head.

"Now is not the time to get emotional, Dante," she said, her voice tight. "The reason I stayed by Rou’s side wasn’t because of him. It was to keep Lord Marcel and his goons from reaching him" she paused, her gaze locking onto mine, "and using the power of Rogourau."

My entire body tensed. "What?"

"If Lord Marcel gets to Rou first, he’ll be able to control the Rogourau beast." Her words were steady, but there was a weight behind them, a gravity that sent an unsettling chill down my spine. I stared at her, my mind struggling to piece everything together. But she wasn’t done.

"You see I am a Vampire blood Mira.," Sierra continued, her voice dropping lower like the very air around us carried danger. "I already sensed that Lord Marcel is bringing someone to the Coven Jail cell and he plans to control Rou"

My breath hitched, my jaw slackening.

"What?" I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips.

Sierra held my gaze, unflinching and I swallowed hard, my thoughts spiraling. Rou, under someone else’s control? Is that bastard Marcel using him as a weapon? The pieces clicked together, and suddenly, the jealousy that had burned so fiercely in me moments ago felt insignificant compared to the storm brewing in front of us.

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