BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 223: YOUR ARE MY MATE

Chapter 223: YOUR ARE MY MATE

{ "I’ve crossed the line of time to find you."}

I did not have a chance to think. I did not have a chance to stop. Qadira kissed me again, fiercer this time, and I responded with everything in me. The hunger in her touch, the heat of her body pressed against mine, it was too much. I could not tell where I ended and she began, the two of us tangled together like the world was made only for this moment. And then, without warning, she shifted. Her mouth left mine, but only for a second, just long enough for me to catch my breath.

I opened my eyes, dazed, and found her staring at me, her gaze darker, almost predatory.

"What are you—?"

Before I could finish the sentence, she was on me again, lips trailing down my neck with purpose, and I froze. I felt her warmth, the soft graze of her skin against mine, but it was the sharpness in her movements that made my blood run cold.

Her breath was a hot whisper against my skin.

"You don’t understand yet," she murmured, low and dangerous, "but you will."

And in that instant, she sank her fangs into my neck, knowing before I could react. Her bite was electric. The world tilted sideways as I gasped. It was a jolt, something sharp and searing as her fangs pierced the skin at my throat. I could feel the burn of it, but it was not just pain, it was a rush, a wild surge of heat and pleasure that made my pulse throb, make every nerve scream.

She drank deeply, her hands gripping me tighter as she fed, and the pain turned to pleasure, but it was not mine anymore. The Rogourau inside me snarled in frustration, unable to do anything but watch as she took what she wanted. What she needed. My blood, my essence, flowed into her, and every second felt like it stretched an eternity. I fought against the overwhelming sensations, fought to stay conscious, but it was like trying to hold back a storm.

"Qadira," I gasped, the word barely leaving my throat as my hands shot up to grip her shoulders, trying to push her away, but my body would not obey. It craved her. It wanted her to take more.

She did not stop. She pressed closer, her fangs still buried deep, and I swore I could feel the pull of her in my very bones, like she was sucking more than just my blood. I tried to fight the fog creeping into my thoughts, the dizziness threatening to pull me under.

"You’re mine now," she breathed against my skin, her voice laced with something darker. "Don’t fight it."

I did not know if she was talking to me or the beast inside me, but I did not have time to figure it out. The need for air hit me too late. My breath came in ragged gasps, but she did not stop feeding, did not let go, gave in, and listened to my Rogourau beast roar in pleasure. She looked down at me with something like satisfaction in her eyes, something that made the blood in my veins burn hotter than ever. I was dizzy, my body heavy and warm. My pulse thundered in my ears. Every part of me wanted to collapse under the weight of what had just happened.

But Qadira was not done. She wiped her lips slowly, the look in her eyes wild with a dangerous promise. "You’re mine now," she repeated, this time more certain, more possessive. And when she spoke, I could hear it the pull of her bloodlust in every syllable. "Just as I’m yours."

The world felt like it was spinning, my body heavy, limbs slow with the aftershocks of what she had just done to me. My head swam, but there was one thing of which I was certain. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the surge of something primal. The Rogourau beast raged inside me, wild and uncontained, clawing to be free. Before I could stop myself, I surged forward, shoving her backward into the soft grass. She gasped, her eyes wide for the briefest moment, but the fire that flickered in them only fuelled me further. I was done holding back.

"You think you’ve claimed me?" I growled, my hands gripping her wrists, pushing them into the grass above her head as I hovered over her, my chest heaving. She smirked, but the edge of uncertainty in her eyes told me she was not sure how far I would take this.

"What are you doing, Rolan?" She whispered.

I did not let her finish. Without warning, I pinned her tighter, my body pressing into hers, weight and strength forcing her into the ground, the tension between us crackling like fire. "You’re mine," I snarled. "You have been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you. And now? Now I am going to mark you. So, you never forget it."

I did not give her time to protest. My teeth sank into her neck before she could say another word, hard, deep, and possessive. The moment my teeth broke her skin, it felt like everything inside me snapped into place. The rush of her blood, hot and intoxicating, flooded my mind as her beast and mine merged, and then she gasped, her body writhing beneath me, but I did not stop. I could not. Her hands gripped my arms, fingers digging into my skin, but she did not push me away. No, she pulled me closer, matching my need, her desire leaking into the air between us, thick and intoxicating.

And when I pulled back from the mating bite and watched her, chest heaving, and saw it, then her eyes had shifted, too. "You’ll never be free of me," I murmured, my voice rough, low. The words felt like a promise, a vow, something that ran deeper than anything either of us could deny.

"I’m not running," she whispered back, her voice low, dangerous. "I never was."

And in that moment, I knew. There was no going back. No more pretending. She was mine just as I was hers. And we were both about to burn in the fire we had started. Her whisper was a soft thing, but it hit me like a storm.

"You’re so handsome."

I froze. Her words did not just echo in my ears; they sank deep into me, winding through my chest, squeezing around my heart like a vine. I had never been good with compliments, never needed them, especially not when they came from someone like her.

But then... then I felt it, a shift and something tugged inside me, deep beneath the surface, where I had buried my true face for so long. Qadira’s gaze had not left mine. Her eyes held something, no, someone I was not prepared for. There was a flicker there, something shifting in the depths of her expression. I was not sure at first, but the longer she looked at me, the more the truth began to cut through the layers I had built. I sat back suddenly, hands pressed into the grass beside her, heart racing with an unfamiliar pulse.

"Shit?" I curse,d trying to steady myself. My breath felt short, like the air had been sucked out of the world and then, the sharp truth hit me. Qadira was not just looking at me. No, she was seeing the real me. The one hidden behind the mask I had worn for years.

The disguise I had wrapped myself in since leaving the Shifter lands. The one I had perfected until even I believed it, and now it was falling away. Her eyes did not flinch, did not break contact, but they shifted. The flicker I had seen earlier was gone, replaced by a deeper intensity. And there, in her gaze, I saw it. I had not realized until now how much of myself I had lost to the disguise. How much I had become a stranger, even to myself. But now, in her gaze, I could see the raw, unfiltered truth of who I was, and it terrified me.

She stared at me, unblinking, her expression unreadable. I could see the recognition there, the way her eyes softened, but there was something else too, something darker, something that stirred in her that mirrored the same wild recognition in my chest.

"Qadira," I said, voice hoarse, struggling to find the words to explain what had just shattered between us. "You can’t—"

But she did not let me finish. Her fingers, trembling but steady, reached up to touch the side of my face. Her touch was light at first, almost tentative, like she was afraid I might break if she pressed too hard.

"You’re beautiful, Rolan," she whispered, her voice softer than before. But there was something fierce in her eyes now, something that burned with understanding and with acceptance. "And you’ve been hiding for too long."

I swallowed hard, trying to find my ground. "I’ve had to hide," I muttered, more to myself than to her. "I had to—"

"I know," she interrupted gently, her thumb brushing the curve of my jaw, like she could feel the weight of the years I had carried. "But you do not have to anymore. Not with me."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, I was too stunned to move. She saw me. Not just the mask, not just the man I had presented, but the real me. And for the first time in years, I did not want to hide anymore. Not from her. Not from myself. But could I let go of the disguise? Could I trust her with the truth of who I was? I had no answers. No way to undo what had been done. But with Qadira’s hand still resting on my face, her gaze warm and steady, I realized something terrifying, and yet undeniable.