BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 185: FUSION OF OLD AND NEW MAGIC

Chapter 185: FUSION OF OLD AND NEW MAGIC

{ "Seek the stars for solace; they weave magic across night’s canvas."}

I paced the length of the Kayne Garden Chambers, boots striking the stone with just enough force to echo. Something in the air was shifting tangibly, painfully. The Mira magic was rising again, curling in lazy spirals through the marble arches and clawing at the back of my throat like smoke from a fire I didn’t light.

"Damn it, Kayne... what are you doing?" I muttered, not expecting an answer. The scent hit me first. Not the perfume of the thorn blossoms Freyr had cultivated around the inner columns, but him. That feral, ancient heat that meant Kayne was close. Or worse, waking.

A tremor rippled through my spine, and something deep beneath the surface of this plac, a groan, writhed through the marrow of the stones stirred. Not audible, but felt. Kayne was rising. His beast, unbound by reason or pact. Raw, perfect power. A storm given tooth.

My breath caught.

"Freyr—" I tried to call out, but my voice cracked halfway through his name. Another wave of Mira rushed through the room, denser, heavier, like being dragged under freezing water. A surge of magic so brutal it knocked every thought from my skull. My legs buckled. I dropped to my knees, hands digging into the mosaic floor as if that would ground me.

"Fuck—!"

I didn’t see it coming, and one second, I was breathing, just breathing, pacing to keep the nerves at bay, a y and then the chamber erupted. A wave of power slammed into me like a god’s backhand—no time to brace. No warning. Just impact. Pain bloomed across my chest as I was thrown off my feet, spine colliding with stone. My vision scattered into white static. My body twitched, unwilling to respond, and then nothing.

My eyes rolled back. Not from choice, a sound ripped through the chambers that didn’t belong in any mortal world. A roar. No, a reckoning. It wasn’t just loud; it took up space. Pressed against the bones inside my skull, reverberated down my spine like it was trying to find the pieces of me that weren’t broken yet.

"Gale..." I gasped, barely able to form the word. I knew that sound. Knew the rage threaded through it. The unrelenting storm that was Freyr’s beast, rising unchained. The very walls of the Kayne Garden Chambers shook. Thorn Blossoms withered. The columns cracked at the base. Mira’s magic saturated the air so thick that it stung to breathe. My heart gods, my heart couldn’t keep up with the pressure. Like the air was trying to push me out of my own body. Then, through the thunder and the tearing world, came a voice.

Clear. Ancient. And absolute. "Tor. Enough. "The voice of Freyr’s grandmother. She didn’t shout, she didn’t need to. Her voice was steady as stone, slicing through the magic like it had been waiting to speak all this time.

"You will destroy the boy if you do not calm down. Do you understand? You want him to survive the power of the Vampire Mira—then let him absorb it."

A pulse of silence followed her words. And then I felt it. The shift. Not in the air, but within Freyr. Lik, Gale took a breath and paused barely. A wild animal giving the leash back, teeth still barred. I coughed, trying to move. My limbs were useless. My head spun. "Freyr... hold on," I whispered, unsure if he could hear me. But gods, I hoped he did and felt scared. Because if he fell... there’d be no one left to pull us back from the edge.

The Vampire Mira magic wild, ancient, untethered poured into me like a storm with no shore. I could feel it crawling through my bones, threading into my veins, testing the edges of what I was made of. Vibrations shook every breath loose in my chest, like I was made of glass and someone was striking me from the inside with a tuning fork.

And beneath it all... Gale stirred with low, predatory awareness, the kind that came before a leap. The beast didn’t understand limits, or restraint, or the sacred weight of this magic. He only knew strength. Challenge. Dominance. And he wanted to claim it. All of it.

"No," I breathed, but the word was useless against him. He pushed against my chest, my mind, my will, like waves pounding against the shore, testing for weakness.

"Tor. I’m here." Freyr’s voice is clear and soft, like moonlight breaking through smoke, cutting through the chaos inside my head. Through the link, it was more than words. "Breathe. Let it pass through you. Not around. Not over. Through. I’ve got you."

My eyes fluttered shut. The power vibrated in my chest, twisted under my skin, and Gale roared again, this time from within. He wanted to fight it. "You listen to him," I said through clenched teeth, head bowed. "He’s our anchor. He’s our mate. We don’t burn unless he says so."

Gale snarled in protest, but I pressed back. Not with violence but with resolve. The kind that came from standing beside Freyr. From fighting for something other than myself. The beast growled, turned in place inside me, and then stalled, and with that, the magic flooded in. Energy like black fire poured through me, ancient and hungry, and this time I didn’t resist. I let it burn. Let it etch itself into every scar and silence inside me.

"That’s it," Freyr whispered in my mind, the words a balm. "You’re doing it. Let it become part of you."

The Mira didn’t just settle, it sank. Into me. Through me.Every cell, every scar, every fractured piece of who I was got dragged into the current and reforged in fire. Not the screaming kind. Not anymore. This was something older. A deeper kind of burn, one that didn’t destroy. One that is defined. I could feel Gale, my Lycan beast, stretching wide inside my chest, like a creature unfurling its wings for the first time in lifetimes. Not snarling. Not tearing. But howling low and long, the sound echoed in the marrow of my bones. The Mira didn’t drown him. It crowned him.

And then, something clicked in my head. Like a door opening.

"Tor."

Freyr’s voice through the bond was no longer a whisper. It was thunder laced with light. A golden thread of thought laced with heat and calm and his essence, tangled so deep with mine it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began. The floor groaned beneath me as I pushed myself up, hands first, and then I stood up and straightened my back. The power was still there, crackling beneath my skin like lightning, with nowhere to go, but it no longer threatened to break me. I could hold it. Kayne and Gale, fused, stronger than we’d ever dared to imagine.

And that’s when I saw him, and Freyr stepped through the barrier like the air had parted just for him. The wall of pulsing red and silver that had separated us for what felt like lifetimes dissolved behind him in threads of light. He walked slowly. Deliberately. Like he knew he was the axis of this whole world.

His body shimmered gold, lit from within, radiant and wild. But it was his chest, right over his heart,t where the magic burned brightest. A red orb, alive and molten, pulsed there like a second heart. It oozed power with every step he took, and the air around him bowed to it.

"Freyr..."

He looked up at me and our eyes locked. And something moved between us more than a thought, more than a feeling. A current. A joining. The Mira flowed again, not into me or into, but between us. A living bridge of heat and devotion and fury and purpose.

"Mate," I said, the word thick in my throat, reverent and low.

He stopped in front of me, the power between our bodies humming louder now, heat building like a storm about to break.

"My Alpha," Freyr spoke up, and this time, Gale didn’t growl, but he bowed to and Frery grinned and pulled me into an embrace. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, my arms sliding around his waist, pulling him in until there was nothing between us, no space, no fear, just the bond, the burn, us.

"You held me together," I murmured against his shoulder, voice hoarse. "When I wanted to let go. You brought me back."

He leaned back just enough to look at me. His fingers brushed the side of my face, a light touch that still sparked power beneath my skin.

"You’re not something I hold together, Tor," he said softly, eyes glowing like molten dusk. "You’re something I stand beside."

My heart surged as I cupped the back of his neck, forehead resting against his, our breaths tangled between us. And then everything cracked open and the Mira flared again, not violently, but like a crescendo in a song only we could hear. It poured between our bodies in a flood of heat and light, mingling at every point of contact. His magic met mine, kissed it, curled around it like smoke around flame.

"This... this is what we were made for," I breathed through the kiss and revelled in our power.