BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 227: BLOODLINES AND BLESSINGS

Chapter 227: BLOODLINES AND BLESSINGS

{ "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."}

The smell of roasted vegetables and garlic hit me before I even made it down the stairs. I blinked at the light pouring through the kitchen windows, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I was clean, loose in soft clothes, and still a little sore, but I felt good. More grounded than I had felt in a long, long time. Spark stood at the stove, barefoot, shirtless, humming under his breath as he stirred something in a skillet. He looked annoyingly domestic, like a scene out of a mating fantasy I would have rolled my eyes at years back.

Now it made my chest ache in the best way. "You’re spoiling me," I said, leaning against the doorframe.

He turned, eyes lighting up instantly. "You say that like I’m going to stop."

He crossed the room to me without hesitation, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my lips brief but intimate, like we were already living in a rhythm I had not known I needed.

"You slept in," he murmured.

"Can you blame me?"

Spark chuckled. "Lunch is almost ready. Sit."

I did, still watching him with a weird flutter in my chest. I was not used to being cared for like this, not without strings, not without someone waiting for the other shoe to drop. But with Spark, every gesture felt simple. Honest.

He plated two servings of roasted root vegetables, seared meat, and warm bread, setting one in front of me before sitting across the table.

"Food," he said. "Then back to being distracting."

I smirked. "That’s a promise?"

I do not think I ever realized how loud peace could be until I sat at a table across from Spark, eating roasted vegetables and perfectly seared meat in the golden hush of a late afternoon. No tension. No masks. Just two bonded wolves sharing food and warm glances between bites.

My body still felt a little heavy from the night before, and my bond mark itched faintly under my collar, but it was a good ache. A lived-in ache. The kind that said: you made it. I rolled my eyes, but I did not fight the smile tugging at my lips. I was still adjusting to being wanted so openly. It had not fully sunk in that I could want it back.

We were almost finished with lunch when the knock came. It was soft. Measured. But it rang through me like thunder.

Spark paused mid-bite, frowning. "Are you expecting anyone?"

I shook my head slowly, setting my fork down. My pulse kicked up, just a notch, and he stood first, always the protector, and moved to the door with that calm, quiet strength he carried so naturally. I followed a few paces behind.

He opened the door, and then my mother, Flora, her eyes meeting mine immediately, searching, scanning, feeling. Beside her stood Elder Crystal, her usual stoicism softened by something gentler than ceremony.

Spark welcomed them and then I stood up and then Ma walked over and stated, "I felt it," she said softly. "Last night. A pulse down my spine. My omega bond to you it shifted."

My heart thudded once, hard. "You... knew?"

She gave a small smile, hand pressed to her heart. "A mother always knows. But a bonded omega mother?" She nodded. "I felt your mark seal. I knew you were safe. And I knew you were not alone."

I swallowed. My throat felt thick. "So, you came all this way?"

She nodded once. "There is much we need to discuss. "

Spark stepped closer beside me, his presence grounding, and Flora’s gaze shifted to him, measuring. Then softened. "I was afraid you would blame the family for not revealing that Wave was born an Omega."

"Wave is my mate and my wolf to call. Omega or not, "Spark asserted.

Ma moved closer, brushing her fingers lightly over my shoulder as she passed. It was not a command. It was a mother’s touch, gentle, reassuring. Elder Crystal gave me a nod, then moved to sit, her eyes flicking between us like she was cataloguing a rare flower in bloom.

"I came with her to bear witness," she said simply. "When an omega’s bond is formed, the elders honor it, but we also acknowledge it with presence."

I glanced at Spark. "Are we in trouble?"

Flora shook her head gently. "No. You are not in trouble, baby. We are just... here. Because we felt you crossed a threshold. Because love like this deserves to be seen."

Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I blinked them away. Spark’s hand slipped into mine. "Do you want to sit with them?" he asked.

I looked at my mother, at the softness in her eyes. At Elder Crystal’s calm approval. I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I think I do."

Once we sat down, Ma glanced at Spark. "We weren’t worried about the bond itself."

Spark straightened a little beside me. "You weren’t?"

"No," she said softly. "We were worried about you two."

Elder Crystal stepped in, tone gentle but clear. "Spark, you have always been proud, steady, and strong in the ways betas rarely get credited for. We feared you might feel shame for claiming an omega so resistant to his nature."

My chest tightened in reaction.

"And you," Flora said, turning back to me, "you have spent so long trying to outrun that part of yourself, Wave. Your omega instincts. Your softness. You need." Her voice did not carry judgment. Only ache. "We were afraid you’d reject the bond because it made you feel vulnerable."

I could not look at her right away. So, I looked at Spark, and he did not flinch. He did not look embarrassed. If anything, his hand found mine and curled around it, firm and grounding.

"I did run," I admitted finally. "For a long time. I hated that part of me. Thought it made me less."

Flora’s face folded into something soft and sad. "And now?"

I inhaled. Let Spark’s warmth sink in. "Now... It is the part of me that lets me feel things more deeply. That makes me strong in ways I never understood before."

Crystal nodded once, a small smile forming. "That is the omega spirit. Fierce. Emotional. Essential."

"And Spark?" Ma asked, turning to him.

"I’ve never been ashamed," he said plainly. "Not for one second. The moment Wave let me hold him without flinching, I knew I would wait forever if that is what it took."

I blinked back sudden, sharp tears, and my mother stepped closer, her eyes glimmering.

"Then I’m here not to question," she whispered, reaching out to cup my cheek, "but to witness."

Later, we sat cross-legged on a soft rug, the room bathed in low golden light. Elder Crystal lit a single white candle, placed between us. She unwrapped a silver dish of salt, ash, and herb.

"This blessing," she murmured, "is not to bind, but to recognize. You have already chosen. Already claimed. This is to honor what the moon saw and what the heart accepted."

She dipped her fingers into the mixture, touching our brows, our hearts, our wrists.

"For the courage to face yourselves," she said softly. "And the trust to let each other in."

She pressed our foreheads together, hands warm and steady. "For a bond not built in ceremony but in truth."

The flame pulsed once. Then settled and the room went quiet again. But this time, it was the kind of quiet that only comes after something sacred has been seen.

Spark leaned close, brushing his nose gently against mine. "You, okay?" he whispered.

I nodded, the warmth of acceptance still settling into my bones. "I am now."

The sun had started to dip behind the trees by the time my mother and Elder Crystal stood near the doorway, shawls drawn tight, the light catching in the silver threads at Crystal’s collar. Flora turned back toward me; her eyes were full. "You’ve made a beautiful home here," she said, brushing her fingers along the edge of the table as she passed it. "It feels... lived in. Bonded."

I shrugged, awkward under the compliment. "It’s still a little messy."

"Messy is honest," she said, smiling softly.

Elder Crystal gave Spark a measured nod. "You have done well. His spirit is stronger. Softer, too."

Spark dipped his head, always calm under pressure. "He’s the strongest wolf I know."

I wanted to melt and roll under the table. Ma did not tease, though. She just looked at me the way she always did when I was younger and scraped up from a fall, like she could see every bruise I never admitted to.

"I’m proud of you, Wave," she said.

I swallowed hard. "Thanks... for coming."

"We would’ve come sooner," she admitted, reaching for the door handle, "but we needed to see for ourselves that the bond had a place to root."

I tilted my head, something about her tone catching. "Root?"

She nodded. "Some bonds spark fast but burn out. Others... they take time to sink in. To become more than scent and instinct. Yours has weight. A future."

She opened the door, then paused on the threshold. "I’d like to meet you both at the Shifter Royal Garden tomorrow," she said, not looking at me. "No council. No politics. Just... a walk."

I blinked. "Why?"

She turned then, face lit by the last edge of golden sun. "Because there is something I want to give you. Something I could not until I knew you accepted yourself and him."

My chest tightened, and Spark’s hand found the small of my back.

"I’ll be there," I said.

Flora smiled, eyes soft. "I know."

She and Elder Crystal stepped off the porch, down the worn path toward the tree-lined road, their shadows long and elegant in the fading light and the door clicked shut behind them. I turned to Spark, who was watching me with that unreadable expression he wore when he was trying not to worry aloud.

"She’s planning something," I muttered.

He arched his brow. "Do you trust her?"

I hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I do."

He slid his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. "Then let’s see what tomorrow brings."