BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 175: RALPH IS AN OMEGA SHIFTER

Chapter 175: RALPH IS AN OMEGA SHIFTER

{ "My soul made love to your soul long before our bodies met." }

The room was still, wrapped in the thick silence of the predawn hour. I’d managed to drift into a shallow sleep, the kind that barely touches the edge of rest when you’re too deep in strategy to truly let go.

Then I heard it. A low, aching moan, soft but raw, ripped through the quiet like a spark through dry grass. My eyes snapped open, and another moan followed, deeper this time, trembling with something primal. I turned my head, and Ralph was twisted in the sheets, his sweat-slicked skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. His brows were furrowed, his lips parted as he let out another breathy sound—one that made something deep inside me snap taut. His hand clenched the edge of the bedding while the other fisted in his hair, and gods, the way he bit his bottom lip—

It took me a full second to realize I was already sitting upright in the bed, my pulse hammering. My nostrils flared.

And then I smelled it.

That unmistakable, maddeningly sweet scent—warm, earthy, spiced with something floral and his. It poured off him like heat from a wildfire, curling in the air and coiling low in my gut. Ralph was in heat.

The realization hit like lightning straight to the spine. "Shit," I breathed, voice hoarse, raw with want.

I watched him as he shifted again, thighs pressing together, his hips rising off the bed in a slow, unconscious grind that made every feral part of me sit up and watch. His scent intensified, wrapping around my senses, clouding logic, choking every thought with mine, mine, mine.

He moaned again, higher this time, breath catching halfway through, and I saw his body tense as another wave rolled through him. Ralph didn’t even know he was doing it. Didn’t know I was wide awake, every muscle locked in place, barely holding myself back from crawling on top of him and claiming what was already mine.

But not like this. Not until he opened those eyes and asked for me. Still, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

The way his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths... the way his body reacted to the pull of the heat instinct... It was beautiful. Wild. Pure. And it was driving me absolutely out of my mind. I gritted my teeth, digging my fingers into the sheets just to stay grounded.

"Ralph..." I whispered, leaning closer, my voice low and rough like gravel. "You with me, baby?"

No answer but just another broken moan, like a prayer slipping through his lips. And I knew right then that I wouldn’t be sleeping again tonight. Not with my mate in heat and his scent flooding the room. Not with every part of me screaming to take what the bond was offering, and by the moon goddess, this was going to be intense.

"Ralph," I murmured again, brushing the back of my fingers gently along his jaw, trying to rouse him from whatever fever-drenched dream he was caught in. But then, his breath hitched, and just like that, his eyes snapped open and not the soft hazel I knew. They were glowing, bright and silver, the colour of the full moon cresting over the mountains, otherworldly, piercing, and full of something raw and ancient. Something that wasn’t just Ralph... but heat. Desire. Bonded instinct.

For a single second, I froze, and then he moved so fast, and before I could blink, Ralph shoved me firmly, unrelenting, and I landed flat on my back against the mattress, stunned by both the strength and the intent. My heart thundered in my chest as he climbed over me, straddling my hips with a grace that was all predator and power. His scent was dizzying now, flooding every inch of my awareness, sinking into my skin like wildfire.

He leaned down, face inches from mine, those glowing eyes locked on me like I was prey and salvation all at once. And then he said it.

"Mate."

It was one word, but it shattered every wall I had left. His voice was deep, almost guttural, laced with need, thick with heat-born instinct and that sacred claim that only bonded souls could share. It wasn’t a

I swallowed hard, staring up at him, pulse pounding in my throat. "Ralph," I said, my voice rough, "You’re in full heat. You sure you know what you’re—"

He growled low, not a warning, but a sound of frustration and need. His fingers slid into my hair, and his nose brushed mine.

"I know exactly what I want," he whispered. I could feel the bond between us vibrating, pulling tight like a thread spun from moonlight and fire. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, claws flexing just under the surface, ready to meet his mate in kind. I raised my hands, gripping his hips gently, grounding him.

"Then take it, baby," I said, breathless. "I’m yours."

And at that moment, with the moon in his eyes and the bond burning between us, I knew.

Something inside me snapped, not violently, no. It was deeper than that. Quieter. Like the sound of earth shifting beneath your feet before an avalanche. My wolf stirred, clawing up from beneath my skin, pacing just beneath the surface like a storm trying to break free. Ralph straddled me, chest heaving, eyes glowing with heat and hunger, that one word, Mate, still echoing through the corners of my mind.

I felt the shift rise in me like fire, and then I moved. I flipped us in a single motion, fluid, effortless, all power and instinct, until Ralph was beneath me, the air knocked from his lungs in a soft gasp. I hovered over him, my hands caging him in, my wolf surging in my blood like a rising tide, and his eyes widened.

And I saw it, just for a flicker, that tremble of vulnerability. That needs to be seen, to be held, to be claimed. I lowered my head, my breath warm against his neck as I brushed my nose over the place just above his collarbone, right where the mating mark burned faintly beneath the skin. It wasn’t fully formed yet. Not sealed. But it pulsed with promise.

I nuzzled there, slow and reverent, and then the scent in the room shifted. No longer just heat and hunger but sweetness. Warm citrus, like peeled orange skins under the sun. Ripe strawberries, crushed and dripping. It poured into the space between us like a wave, thick and dizzying, wrapping around me like silk. I inhaled sharply, stunned at how his scent was changing. Blossoming. My wolf pressed forward in my mind, breaking through the thin veil between thought and instinct. The bond stretched, then tightened like a heartbeat.

And then, through the mind link, I heard him, Tiger my wolf whispered the word that settled into the marrow of my bones like prophecy:

"Omega."

Not weak. Not less. But chosen. Sacred. Ralph’s eyes widened again, his lips parted, trembling with breath he couldn’t catch. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, still hovering above that mark. My voice dropped into something rough, something not entirely human.

"You feel that?" I whispered. "The bond knows. The wolf knows." He nodded, barely. His fingers clenched at my arms, grounding himself in the reality of it. The scent still lingered in the air—sweet and rich, like summer fruit on the wind—and my wolf purred with quiet triumph beneath my skin. Everything in me ached to wrap Ralph in that scent, to anchor him in the truth of who he was, of what we were.

He lay beneath me, chest rising and falling fast, the glow in his eyes dimmed now into something softer, nervous, almost bashful. And then suddenly he avoided my eyes, and the flush crept up his neck.

"Ralph," I whispered, brushing my lips over his jaw. "You have the omega genes."

He stiffened slightly, just for a heartbeat, then turned his head away, eyes darting to the side like he didn’t want me to see the emotion brimming there. Gently, I reached for his chin and turned his face back to mine. His lips were parted, breath caught in his throat, and those eyes, gods, those eyes, were full of questions he was too afraid to ask.

So, I answered the one that mattered most.

"I’m happy you’re an omega," I murmured, my voice barely more than a breath. "So damn happy."

He blinked, stunned. And before he could speak, I leaned in and kissed him. A slow press of lips that said I see you; I choose you; you’re mine. He moaned into me, soft and broken, and I swallowed it like a prayer. His hands curled into my hair, dragging me deeper into him, and the sound we made together was something ancient.

Raw, wild, pure, like the bond had a voice, and it was singing through our mouths, through our bodies, through the very blood in our veins. My wolf howled softly within me, not in hunger, but in awe.

I couldn’t stop staring at him, Ralph, my mate, my bond, my fire, and now, my Omega.

The moment his scent bloomed with that sweet, unmistakable fragrance, ripe strawberries and golden citrus, I knew. Knew it in my bones, in my blood, in the deep ache in my chest that told me the moon goddess had woven this destiny long before we’d ever touched. I kissed him like I was breathing him in for the first time, hungry and reverent all at once. His lips met mine with a need that matched my own, and our mouths moved in a rhythm we didn’t have to speak to understand.

Our bond had its language, and right now, it was screaming with joy as his fingers clawed into my back, and I devoured every sound he gave me, every shiver that passed through his body like electricity. I felt his beast, his soul, answering mine in kind, melding, folding into place like a lock clicking closed. When I pulled back from the kiss, his lips were swollen, his chest heaving, eyes wide and glazed with heat and something deeper.

I leaned down, brushing my nose along the hollow of his neck, breathing him in.

"My Omega," I whispered, voice rough and low. "Rogourau, rare, beautiful... mine."

He trembled beneath me, his head tipping back in offering, and I lowered my head as the mating mark pulsed against my lips as I hovered over it, our connection thrumming beneath his skin like a heartbeat waiting to be sealed.

Then I opened my mouth.

And I bit as my teeth sank into the mark, the taste of his magic and blood and soul bursting across my tongue.

And Ralph, by the moon goddess, he howled. A sound so wild and full of release that my wolf rose in triumph, howling in return inside my chest. His body arched up into mine, muscles tensing, fingers curling around my shoulders like he was trying to hold onto the earth and this time our minds merged as one again and I felt the mark sealed, glowing with a soft, silver light, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes.

"You’re mine," I whispered again, reverent, and in that moment, nothing else existed.

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