BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 216: STAMPED AND SEALED

Chapter 216: STAMPED AND SEALED

{ "Each spell invites a dance of energies unseen."}

TOR’S POV

The backyard felt too quiet. Just me and Freyr under the weight of a dying sun, the shadows of the Mira house stretching long behind us. I should have felt safe here; this was supposed to be neutral ground, but my skin itched with unease. I watched Freyr pace, his hands buried in his pockets like he was trying to hide the tension rolling off him. I could not stand it anymore. I crossed the cracked stone path in two strides and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me.

"They know," I said, voice low, rough. " Lord Marcel, Asa Marcel. That... thing from Blood Stone Mountain." I swallowed hard, tasting ash. "They know about us."

Freyr’s eyes narrowed, that impossible blue darkening. "You don’t know that."

"I do," I snapped, then dragged in a breath to cool my temper. "You felt it too, didn’t you? The way it looked at you. like it could see straight through you, into me. Like I knew." I released his arm but stayed close, our bond a live wire between us, humming.

Freyr’s jaw tightened. He did not deny it. "Our bond... it is not just a connection. It is a target, and that is why I felt weak, and you felt how weak I was. I understand Tor, what you did back in the mountain to stabilize our bond, but I have too much power in me, the Mira, the Kayne stone, our mating bond, Gerod’s power, it all came crumbling down on me. "

Silence stretched between us as I was so lost in thought until "You’re thinking too hard," Freyr said behind me, voice lighter now, a dangerous kind of teasing. "Maybe you should just tie me to your bed. Easier to protect me that way."

I stopped dead. Turned. He was smirking at me, and it should have worked — should have pulled a laugh out of me, should have lightened the thick, choking air between us. Instead, something inside me snapped, and I crossed the space between us, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him close until our foreheads nearly touched.

"This isn’t a game, Freyr," I said, low and deadly. "If they take you from me..." I could not even finish the thought. My hands were shaking.

Freyr’s smirk faded. His hands came up, slowly, carefully, wrapping around my wrists. "They won’t," he said, softer this time. No games. "I’m not some delicate thing you have to shield, Tor. I am yours. Yours to fight with. "

Our bond burned hot between us, fierce and reckless, a vow older than reason. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing him in, stone and snow and something electric that was only Freyr. When I opened them again, Freyr’s mouth descended on mine.

Freyr’s hands slid up from my wrists, slow and deliberate, until he was cradling my face. His thumbs brushed my cheekbones a touch so careful it nearly undid me.

I barely had time to breathe before he leaned in and kissed me.

It was not rough. It was not desperate. It was steady, grounding the kind of kiss meant to anchor a man when the world was trying to rip him apart.

I let my eyes close, let myself feel the strength behind his gentleness, the silent promise he poured into me without saying a word. His mouth was cool against mine, but the bond between us burned white-hot, a tether anchoring me to something real, something that could stand against the coming storm.

For a moment, the fear loosened its claws. For a moment, I believed him.

But even as I kissed him back slowly, lingering, reluctant to let go, the fear did not vanish. It crouched at the back of my mind like a living thing, patient and cruel. Because no matter how strong we were, no matter how tightly we held each other now, I knew the truth.

The world would come for us. It always did. And this was the first thing it would try to break.

Freyr pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his breath a whisper across my lips. His voice was barely audible.

"I’m not leaving you. Not ever."

I nodded, because I couldn’t trust myself to speak without breaking and as the last sliver of sunlight died behind the trees, I tightened my grip on him, vowing in my heart that when the time came, I would burn the whole goddamn world down before I let it take him from me.

Freyr’s forehead still rested against mine when the air around us shifted a sudden pulse, like the world exhaling. Then a voice, low and resonant, rose between us, threading through the bond we shared.

"Freyr Kayne and Alpha Tor Gale," it said, a whisper made of wind and magic. I stiffened instinctively, my hand tightening on Freyr’s waist. He lifted his head, tension sliding through him as the weight of the magic settled around us.

The Mira magic ancient sentient spoke again, "The power you encountered at Blood Stone Mountain... Asa Marcel carries a fragment of Mira’s magic within him. A corrupted shard."

My heart dropped into my stomach, and I deduced that was why Freyr had faltered back there. Why his strength, normally as solid as iron, had seemed to bleed out of him in that cursed place. Freyr exhaled sharply beside me, jaw clenching. "It wasn’t just Blood Stone Mountain," he said under his breath. "It was him. Asa."

The Mira magic pulsed again, a soft hum threading through my bones. "The shard he carries weakens those attuned to true Mira power. It warps the bond. It stains it." A knot of cold anger twisted in my chest. "You must protect your mind link," the voice warned. "Seal it fully before you enter those lands again. Speak only through the Mira magic outside the corruption. If you do not—" The voice fractured, splintered like glass under pressure. "—They will hear you."

Freyr and I exchanged a look, a sharp, wordless exchange that said everything, and they could already be listening. Already probing for weaknesses between us. I swallowed hard, pushing back the surge of panic rising in my throat.

"How do we seal it?" I asked aloud, voice low, urgent.

But the Mira magic was already fading, the last threads of it drifting on the twilight breeze. "Together," it whispered, almost too faint to catch. "Heart to heart, vow to vow. You must choose it. Now."

And then it was gone, leaving only the hush of the coming night, and the bond between us thrumming like a living thing, fragile, exposed, and desperately in need of shielding. Freyr reached for my hand without hesitation, threading his fingers through mine.

"We seal it," he said, fierce and unshakable. "Now."

I held Freyr’s hand tighter, feeling the slight tremor in his fingers not from fear, but from the sheer force of what we were about to do. Sealing a mind link was not just a connection. It was a binding of the heart, the soul. A promise made with no way to take it back. A vow that, once made, would tie us even deeper than the bond we already shared. "Are you sure?" I rasped, my thumb brushing over the pulse beating strong in his wrist. "Once we do this, there’s no undoing it. You will feel everything, Freyr. Everything I am. Everything I hide."

He smiled that rare, devastating smile that always gutted me and stepped closer, until there was no space left between us.

"I already do," he whispered, and the Mira magic still lingered faintly around us, enough for me to feel it, to call on it. I closed my eyes, drawing it into my chest, willing it to listen. Heart to heart, vow to vow. I opened my eyes and pressed my forehead against Freyr’s again, the way he had done before. Our breaths tangled. The bond between us, wild, desperate, flared hot.

I took a breath and spoke the words the Mira magic had buried in my bones:

"By the breath I draw, by the blood I bear, by the will that is mine—"

Freyr echoed me, his voice a low, steady growl against my skin.

"I bind my heart to yours, my mind to yours, my strength to yours."

Again, he followed, no hesitation, only fierce certainty.

The air between us thickened, charged with the weight of magic, ancient and binding.

"No fear shall break it. No force shall unmake it. No darkness shall divide it."

Freyr’s voice shook on the last word, not from fear, but from the raw force of what we were forging.

"From this breath to my last," I said, my voice barely a whisper now, "I am yours."

"I am yours," Freyr repeated, and our bond snapped into something deeper, fiercer.

A locked chain no one, not Asa, not Marcel, not even the creature at Blood Stone Mountain, could touch without paying a price. A flash of light pulsed between us, not seen but felt, a surge of power that rocked me back a step. Freyr caught me, arms banding around me before I could fall. We stood there for a long moment, locked together, breathing each other in. The bond hummed in my blood now, a second heartbeat layered over my own warm, steady, unbreakable.

Freyr pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, not demanding, not claiming, just there. Comfort. Assurance. A silent vow that whatever came, we would meet it together. I held him tighter before pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

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