BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 228: THE OMEGA SANCTUARY

Chapter 228: THE OMEGA SANCTUARY

{" A gentleman is simply a patient wolf. "}

The Royal Garden was quiet in the way sacred places are quiet, less about silence and more about the feeling that even the wind knows how to whisper instead of speaking. I walked beside Spark, my steps measured, my nerves coiled low in my belly. I had worn neutral tones. Nothing that would draw attention. But as we passed under the sweeping arches of ivy and into the open heart of the garden, I realized nothing I wore would ever make me feel invisible here.

Because they were all waiting, and so was General Mortas. He stood off to the side, arms folded, his expression unreadable beneath a shade of bone-pale stone. His dark armor looked oddly out of place beside the sun-warmed roses and curling fountains, like war and peace had accidentally touched palms.

Spark shifted beside me, body instinctively more alert.

"Why is he here?" I asked under my breath.

"Maybe for show," Spark murmured. "Or protection. From whom, though..."

Ma stepped forward, graceful as ever, her robe cinched high and her eyes alert.

"You both came. Thank you," she said.

Elder Crystal stood near the fountain; her hands were folded over her staff. But she was not solemn; she looked focused. Watchful. Like, whatever we were here for had not even begun. Flora looked at Mortas and gave him a nod. "You may stand guard," she said. "But not interfere."

Mortas gave her the barest of nods. "Of course."

She turned back to us. "Walk with me." Spark and I fell into step behind her as she led us past the winding garden paths, past the old fig trees, and toward a low alcove overgrown with flowering vines. A half-moon stone sat in the ground ahead, ringed by moss and petals.

She knelt in front of it and pressed her hand to the carving etched into the centre, and it shimmered. The stone slid silently back to reveal a staircase, lit by a faint golden glow from below.

"What is this?" I breathed.

Ma looked back at me, her face calm. "The Omega Sanctuary

I froze. My pulse stumbled. "I thought those were—"

"Lost?" she said. "Buried? Forgotten?" She stood and beckoned us forward. "They were. On purpose. Hidden for a long time, when omegas were hunted for their spiritual abilities. Only a few of us know how to open them now."

"Why now?" Spark asked, his voice low and measured.

"Because Wave has accepted who he is. Fully. And because his bond with you marks a return of balance we have not seen in generations."

She met my gaze squarely. "You are more than bonded. You are chosen. And the Sanctuary will respond to that." Elder Crystal came to stand beside her, silent but not idle. Her presence hummed with energy.

Flora gestured toward the open passage. "Come. There is something inside that only an omega may touch and only when the bond has been sealed without coercion or claim."

My heart pounded. My hand brushed Spark’s, and he nodded. Together, we stepped onto the path beneath the garden, where the air grew warmer with each step down. The stairs spiralled downward in tight curves, the stone beneath our feet warm despite the underground air. Small lanterns lined the walls, their glow soft and gold, flickering like they remembered firelight from centuries past.

I kept my hand on the rail, the other brushing Spark’s knuckles as we walked side by side.

"I didn’t even know this place existed," I murmured, eyes trailing the carved patterns along the wall waves, moons, wolves in mid-shift, all woven together like some long-forgotten prayer.

"Neither did I," Spark said. "But you’re not surprised."

"I am," I admitted. "But part of me feels like... I have been here before. Like my wolf remembers even if I do not."

He looked at me for a beat, steps steady. "That’s what scares you, isn’t it?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. "I have spent years trying to live outside my instincts. Now they are pulling me into something ancient and sacred, and I do not know how to follow that without losing who I thought I was."

Spark did not stop walking, but he reached out and gently caught my wrist, tugging me to pause mid-step. His body was warm, solid, and familiar.

"You’re not losing anything," he said. "You are becoming more. You have never once stopped being you, Wave. Not in heat. Not in fear. Not now."

My throat tightened. "Even when I don’t know what I’m doing?"

His hand slipped into mine. "Especially then."

I huffed a small laugh. "You’re too steady sometimes."

Spark leaned closer, just enough for his lips to graze the edge of my jaw.

"And you’re too stubborn," he murmured. "But I still choose you."

I did not say anything. I just squeezed his hand and kept walking, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with the descent. The Sanctuary waited below, and something inside them was calling my name.

We stepped into a massive chamber,r and my breath caught. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was round, domed above, carved straight into the earth with stone veined in soft silver and deep indigo. The ceiling shimmered faintly, enchanted to reflect the sky even this far below. A full moon hung overhead in that illusion, surrounded by slow-moving clouds.

And in the centre of the space, resting on an elevated dais of woven roots and smooth stone, sat an altar and Flora stood near the edge of the room, hands folded in reverence. Elder Crystal had her head bowed, whispering to the stone itself. I stepped forward slowly. My wolf pressed against the inside of my skin, ears up, eyes alert.

Home. That word struck me, sharp and sudden. "This place," I whispered.

"It was built by the first bonded omegas," Crystal said without looking up. "A place for them to come when the outside world would not understand their instincts. Their strength. Their gifts."

Spark stood beside me, tense but open. "And why are we here?" he asked. "Why now?"

Flora turned; her expression solemn. "Because your bond is rare. Not just in timing, but in balance. Most omegas are suppressed. Most betas serve without claiming. But you two... You met at the edge of each other’s limits and chose to stay."

She gestured to the altar. "There is a gift here. For the omega who accepts himself fully. And the mate who honors him as an equal."

I stepped up to the dais and My hand hovered over the stone. It was not glowing or humming, it was waiting. When I touched it, warmth bloomed under my skin. I saw flashes of omegas wrapped in robes of silver and night, hands glowing with healing light, others guiding lost wolves with a touch to the forehead. Voices echoing in a language I did not understand but felt.

I stumbled back, gasping, and Spark caught me. "What happened?" he asked, his voice low but urgent.

"I saw..." I swallowed hard. "I saw them. The ones who built this."

Ma stepped forward. "That means it accepted you."

"Accepted me for what?" I asked, still catching my breath.

"For what you are," she said softly. "A bloodline carrier. A memory bearer. One of the rare omegas who are meant to wake the lineage again."

My knees almost gave out, and Spark caught me, steady as stone.

"What does that mean for him?" he asked.

Crystal raised her head now, eyes glowing faintly with power. "It means the Sanctuary is no longer dormant." The walls pulsed once, soft light radiating outward in a ring.

"It means," Ma whispered, stepping forward and laying a hand on my shoulder, "that my son Wave Bolt is no longer just bonded." She looked at Spark, her eyes misted with pride and awe. "He is claimed by legacy. And you, Spark, are bound to protect it."

Spark had not let go of me. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, one palm resting just over my lower stomach like he could shield me from something ancient.

Ma moved with reverence toward the altar, then lifted a palm over the cradle of stone. A whisper of light shimmered across her fingertips. I could see tiny runes, glowing beneath the surface, dancing like silver fireflies caught in glass.

"This is more than history," she said softly. "This is a living memory. The Sanctuary does not just hold relics, it holds remnants. Pieces of the first omega line, woven into the earth itself."

Elder Crystal joined her, voice low and steady. "Every few generations, the Sanctuary chooses one omega and their bonded mate to carry forward what was nearly lost."

"Carry forward... what?" I asked, my voice cracking at the edges. "What do you mean?"

Crystal met my gaze without flinching. "Not every omega is born with the ancestral link. But you are. That is why your bond awoke this place."

Flora’s voice was gentler, but no less firm. "It means your heat was not just nature calling—it was legacy stirring. The bond you and Spark forged during that moment of surrender... it reactivated the bloodline."

There was a sudden pull in my chest. Not pain, more like a thread tugging loose from the inside of my soul. The altar pulsed again. This time, a slit opened in the stone revealing a thin silver band coiled with ancient script, like a crown and collar in one.

Flora nodded toward it. "The first gift. The Memory Band." Spark’s hand gripped mine.

"What does it do?" he asked.

"It links Wave to the Sanctuary past, present, and future," Crystal said. "It will not change his instincts. But it will give him access to those who came before."

My mouth went dry. "You mean... voices? Of old omegas?"

"Not just voices," Flora said. "Guides. Allies. Protectors. They are echoes. And soon, you will be one of them."

A cold chill ran down my spine and yet, beneath it, warmth bloomed. I stepped forward and reached for the band. Images flashed behind my eyes, wolves running through moonlit fields, old voices singing in a language I did not know, a silver-robed omega standing in fire, smiling at me like I had always been meant to follow them.

And I heard a voice rise, "Child of storm and bone, we have waited long enough. The legacy returns with you."

My knees buckled. Spark caught m,e and Ma stepped forward, calm but wide-eyed. "It’s begun."

Spark held me close, jaw tight with something between awe and worry, and Crystal looked at us both, her staff glowing faintly at the tip.

"Now?" she said. "You begin to remember who you are."

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