BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 243: BLESSED BY THE MOON GODDESS

Chapter 243: BLESSED BY THE MOON GODDESS

{"She wore the moonlight like a crown, and her eyes held the wisdom of every lunar phase."}

Tor then pulled his hands back and he shifted, bones cracked, fur receded, and the massive Alpha Lycan that had stood like a storm incarnate now exhaled as a man again, bare-chested, blood-slicked, and stone-faced. I followed my shift more slowly, heavier. The Mira magic still clung to my skin, unwilling to leave completely.

We stood in the middle of the bloodstained core chamber, surrounded by scorch marks, shattered rock, and the lingering stench of corrupted magic. Rita’s eyes were wide, her body coiled like a spring. Qadira had a hand on her dagger, her face pale but unreadable. Rolan looked at the wall where the blood had erupted, fists clenched and shoulders tense.

It was Ma who finally broke the silence. Her voice was not loud, but it cut through everything. "That was not a death. That was a door opening."

Tor’s jaw tightened, eyes flicking toward her. "He’s gone," he said, though he did not sound convinced.

"No," Sierra murmured beside her. "He has changed form. But his presence..." She touched the stone wall, eyes closing briefly. "He cursed this mountain before he died."

My hands were shaking. I had not noticed until now. Not from fear but from rage. That bastard had known he could not win in strength. So, he turned to rot that would sip into the mountain and reach our people.

I looked at Qadira. Her eyes met mine. "Do you know who he meant?" I asked.

She shook her head. But I caught the hesitation in her breath. She was not sure. And that was worse.

"We need to cleanse the core," I said.

"And then what?" Rolan asked hoarsely. "He said one stands close to us. What does that mean?"

"It means," Tor muttered, "this isn’t over."

He turned to the others, his voice steadier now. "Rest if you need to. Burn what is left of him. We regroup at dawn. And then..."

He glanced at me, the edge of that storm back in his eyes.

"We start hunting the real rot."

I nodded. "From the inside out." And no one disagreed.

An hour later, we watched the walls of the core chamber pulse faintly, as if echoing the last dying heartbeat of something ancient and vile. Blood was smeared across the veins of the mountain. Ash Marcel’s essence was poisonous, lingering, wrong. We all felt it. Not a single person moved.

"It’s not safe," Rolan murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever curse he left behind... It’s still bleeding into the rock."

Tor nodded grimly, rubbing his shoulder. "We can’t leave it like this."

Ma stepped forward, the hem of her cloak brushing over cracked, glowing fissures. Her eyes swept the chamber once before settling on me. "Freyr," she said softly, "you carry the Kayne Stone."

I looked at her, at the others, then slowly felt for the Kayne stone that was embedded in my chest. "You want me to cleanse it," I said.

Sierra nodded once. "Not just cleanse it. Seal it. End it."

Rita glanced around the space. "Can the stone even do that?"

"It’s not just the stone," Ma said from behind her. "It’s the bloodline of Kayne, it lives in Freyr."

I swallowed hard. There was no fire or rage this time, just a quiet weight. A responsibility. I stepped forward, bare feet brushing ash and stone. The core hummed under me, and I could feel it trembling as like it was welcoming me to cleanse it. The Kayne Stone began to glow, deep red and gold, weaving through the gem. I closed my eyes, focusing. The memories of my ancestors surged through me waves of sea and sky, blood, and magic. I spoke the ancient words, ones whispered to me by the Mira when I first earned the stone.

"By the blood of Kayne, by the soul of Gerod, by the breath of the sea and the pulse of the earth, leave this place, shadow of rot. You are not welcome here." I chanted, and the light blazed from my chest and came to life. It erupted, sweeping through the chamber like a cleansing tide. The blood on the walls hissed, the veins cracked, and the corrupted magic recoiled in a screech only our bones could hear. The ground shook, but this time it was not rage; it was release. When the light faded, the chamber was quiet, and there were no more whispers in the stone.

We stood in silence. The chamber cleansed, the blood stilled, and yet none of us moved. Something had shifted not just around us, but within us. The mountain felt... lighter. Like an old breath had finally been exhaled after centuries held in.

Then the moonlight deepened silver and sharp, like a blade carved from the heavens. It filtered through the cracks in the stone above, bending in a way no natural light should. A hush fell across us all, instinctive, reverent. Tor stood beside me. "She’s here," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

The silver light coalesced at the centre of the chamber, swirling like mist and then settling into form. She stepped forward, radiant and terrible in her beauty. Her skin shimmered like pearl soaked in starlight, her hair flowed like midnight water, and her robes moved with the stillness of galaxies. Her presence was both calming and consuming, like being held and unmade at the same time.

She stopped before Tor first, her hand gently brushing his cheek. "Alpha Gale," she said, her voice echoing in the bones of the mountain. "Moon-born, guardian of the wild hunt, your strength held the balance steady."

Tor bowed his head. "I live to serve the Moon Goddess."

Her eyes then lifted and landed on me. I felt no fear. Only something like warmth and awe, flooding my chest. Her gaze softened. "Freyr Kayne," she whispered. "Bearer of the Kayne Stone and the magic of Gerod the guardian and the Blood of the Mira. You have done what even the ancients doubted was possible. When I first felt your power, I knew you were the right person to be the mate of Alpha Tor and his Lycan. The gods doubted, but I was sure. You would push for peace and make it right."

"I just..." My throat was tight. "I only did what needed to be done."

Her smile was soft but deep, as if she saw every thread of my life. "And that is what makes you worthy." She stepped close, her light wrapped around me like moon-kissed tidewater, and pressed two fingers to the Kayne Stone that still pulsed at my chest.

"This mountain was a wound. You have closed it, and I will help you seal it. "She freed her head, and then the whole core was illuminated in light, and we felt the good that flowed in the walls and the floor of the mountain.

She then turned to Rou, Rolan, and Rita and smiled, "The guardians of the realm. You have shown how much we all need you. Thank you "

Both Rita, Rolan, and Rou bowed in response.

At last, she turned to Sierra, Dante, and Qadira. "Dunco Kayne was a true hero. He came to find me at Ragar Mountain and wanted to know the secrets of the Kayne stone and its prophecy. His death was hard on you, but in return, he paved the way for Freyr and Tor, and now we have new bonds that will always be tight, Paradise Coven and Bay shifter. I bless all the unions and thank you for accepting each other. "

Ma smiled, Dante nodded, and Qadira beamed with pleasure.

I swallowed hard, feeling her power imprint against mine, resonating, lingering. "And the war is not over," she continued, eyes lifting to the others, "but the tides have turned. You must finish what has begun. Go back to your homes and rest for now."

And then, as quickly as she came, the light shimmered and she vanished, silver strands rising to the ceiling like a veil torn free into the stars.

Once the Moon Goddess vanished, faded back into her realm of light and breathless silence, we remained still for a long time. No one spoke. No one dared.

It was as if we were waiting for the world to settle again, and the mountain held its breath. Tor stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the space where she had disappeared, and I could feel the unspoken weight between us that we had endured, what we had become. Qadira leaned slightly against Sierra, her magic flickering softly like cooling embers. Rou and Rolan checked one another in silence, and Rita’s hand never left Flora’s.

When we finally moved, it was without a word. We left the core behind ashen, still humming with lingering energy, and retraced our steps through the now-quiet halls of Blood Stone Mountain. The barrier no longer resisted us. Whatever darkness had held sway here... it was broken. The journey was not fast; we were all tired and worn down in ways deeper than just muscle and bone. But there was something steady in our pace, a rhythm of shared survival. The sunrise met us at the forest’s edge, golden light spilling like a blessing on our path.

By the time we reached the outskirts of the Blood stone Mountain, the trees had changed, the scent of salt and clean air riding on the breeze. Paradise Coven was not far.

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