BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 23: HANKA’S HIDDEN MAGIC

Chapter 23: HANKA’S HIDDEN MAGIC

{"I want you to believe,to believe in things that are surreal" }

The words struck me like a blow, reverberating through my core. I glanced at Alpha Tor, whose expression mirrored my own—a mixture of shock, curiosity, and something akin to destiny.

"It was foretold: Two powerful beings would come together, unite to bring change. But this union will not come without the hardest hurdles of your life. Only love will conquer and keep it unshaken. You must overcome these hurdles as seeds of doubt and betrayal will be planted and only the true heart of the Lycan and the bloodstone of the Vampire will help you succeed. "

The voice faded, leaving a charged silence in its wake. I blinked, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. My beast, usually cold and calculating, hummed with an unfamiliar warmth.

Alpha Tor spoke up, his hand still firm against my neck, grounding me. "What was that?" he asked, his tone steady but laced with urgency.

"No idea" I whispered back, still wowed by the haze of magic between us.

"Is this the power of the Kayne family?" Alpha Tor asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of awe.

I shook my head, my lips curving into a faint smile at his question. "No," I replied firmly. "This is... something more."

I could feel it, the pulse of ancient energy swirling around us, as though Hanka Island itself had been awakened by our meeting. "Ever since we met here, I’ve felt a deep magic, hidden and alive."

Alpha Tor leaned closer, his movements deliberate, his gaze piercing. His nose brushed against mine in a gesture that felt both intimate and grounding. "My Deputy General Tiger told me something just before I left Bay shifter pack," Tor spoke up, his voice softer now as if revealing a secret. "Hanka Island was once rumored to be the heart of deep ancient magic. That is why the Bay Shifters and the Paradise Coven never were forbidden to inhabit it and hence an agreement made by our elders of both breeds one hundred thousand years ago."

His words sent a shiver through me, not of fear but of recognition. My mind felt like it was peeling back layers of long-forgotten memories. Flashes of my childhood came to me, and I could almost hear Pa’s voice, serious yet gentle, telling me stories late at night.

"Apagorevménos," I said, the word slipping from my lips like an incantation.

Alpha Tor tilted his head slightly, his moonlit eyes narrowing with curiosity. "What does it mean?"

"The Forbidden," I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Pa told me stories about it when I was younger. He said there was a place, surrounded by magic and mystery, where no one dared to live. It was said to hold great power—power that could either destroy or unite. I never thought... it was here."

Tor’s expression darkened with thought, his grip on my hand tightening as though anchoring himself. "If this is true," he said, his tone measured, "then our being here isn’t a coincidence."

"It never was," I murmured, my eyes drifting to the snowy meadow around us, the air thick with unseen energy. "Hanka Island brought us together for a reason. How else could we explain this? How did we meet?"

For a moment, neither of us spoke, the weight of realization settling between us. I could see the gears turning in his mind, just as my beast stirred restlessly within me, sensing the truth hidden in the shadows of this place. Time moved faster than I had hoped, and before I knew it, the moment had come for us to part. The weight of it pressed against my chest like an anchor, but as I turned to Alpha Tor, his presence steadied me.

We held each other tightly, our bodies flushed as though trying to merge into one. His warmth seeped into my cold, and I inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill me with earthy, musky, and utterly intoxicating. It was a scent I knew I could never forget, no matter the distance between us.

"I wish we didn’t have to leave," I murmured, my voice breaking slightly as I spoke.

His strong arms tightened around me, and he rested his forehead against mine. "Neither do I," he admitted, his voice low and gravelly.

Those words stirred something primal in me, a need so raw it almost frightened me. I raised my hand, brushing my fingers along his jawline, and guided his chin upward. His lips parted slightly, and before I could overthink it, I pressed my lips to his. The kiss was deep, consuming, and electric. I felt my beast rise to the surface, and a low growl escaped me as my fangs extended involuntarily. The sharp tips grazed his tongue, piercing it, and the taste of his blood flooded my senses.

The rich, sweet essence of him was unlike anything I had ever known. My entire body trembled with the intensity, and I felt his grip on me tighten as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

He pulled back for a moment, his breathing ragged, and his moonlit eyes glowed with an intensity that matched the hunger burning in mine. "Freyr," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "You feel this too, don’t you?"

"I crave you," I confessed, my voice trembling with honesty. "Just as much as you crave me."

His lips curved into a smile, and he pulled me back into him, capturing my lips once more. This time, it was slower, deeper, as though we were sealing an unspoken vow. At that moment, nothing else existed, just the two of us, bound by something neither of us could fully explain but both understood. Whatever awaited us beyond this, I knew I would carry this moment with me always.

Tor grabbed my hand and then pulled it down between his legs and then rubbed his cock on my hand, while I watched his lip part open the sound that escaped from them was a moan that made me unzip his pants and grab his cock.

Hard, alive, and rigid.

There was precum on the head of his cock and he pressed himself against my hand and he murmured "More ". The realization that I could make him happy this way made me lower myself to my knees and my mouth hungrily pushed his cock deep into my mouth, moaning into it as the taste of his precum was like honey, mixed with citrus.

Licking him, savoring his taste, Alpha Tor moaned in response to a sound so loud that came from his chest. His hands went into my hair, and he pulled the messes, and I was in between pain and pleasure. It was not long before his cock twitched and cum laced my mouth, my fangs descended and bit the vein on the side of his cock. Alpha Tor’s body trembled like a leaf and then a second orgasm hit him as I licked everything clean, drinking his blood without shame. I licked the wound to seal it and then pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped it up while I held him as he came down from the high.

After a minute he pushed me back and whispered, "How the fuck I am going to survive being far away from you?"

"No Idea "I chuckled and then pressed a kiss on his forehead. "But let’s meet here again after three days "

"I would fucking dead by then "Alpha Tor teased as burst out laughing in response and I joined in the laughter, reveling in the happiness that surrounded us.

Parting ways with Tor, I made my way to the cold, restless sea, its waves crashing against the rocky shore in a familiar rhythm. I did not waste time stripping down; modesty was not a luxury I could afford right now. Without hesitation, I dove in, the icy water biting into my skin, and submerged myself as deep as my lungs would allow.

The cold was sharp, and bracing, and I welcomed it. It was not just the grime of the day I needed to wash away, it was his scent. Alpha Tor’s scent clung to me like a second skin, and it would not do to walk into Paradise Coven smelling of him. Not if I wanted to avoid questions or suspicions.

As I surfaced, I exhaled sharply, pushing back my wet hair. "One more minute," I murmured to myself, dunking my head beneath the water again. The salt stung my eyes, but I scrubbed my arms and neck vigorously, determined to leave no trace of Tor behind.

When I was satisfied, I swam back to the shore, pulling myself out of the water and shivering as the wind tore at my soaked clothes. I shook off the cold and made a mental note: "Stop by Ma Kayne’s home first." Her nose was unmatched—sharp, discerning. If she did not call me out to carry Tor’s scent, then I would know I was in the clear. I squeezed water out of my shirt as I walked, the chill settling into my bones. There would be no rest tonight, but I did not need rest, I needed answers.

Once I was certain I had passed Ma’s test, I would head straight to Lord Marcel. "The Bay shifter pack’s message checks out," I would tell him. "A Lycan has awakened." The words left a sour taste in my mouth even now. But for now, I had to move fast, keep my head low, and play the part of the loyal spy. The cold sting of the sea lingered on my skin, a bitter reminder of the secrets I carried.

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