BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 244: THE OMEGA POWERS

Chapter 244: THE OMEGA POWERS

{ "The future of the Omega wolves"}

WAVE’S POV

The house felt warmer than usual when we stepped inside, like the walls themselves had missed us. I was just hyper-aware of everything now. The scent of Spark still clung to the cushions. The feel of his hand against mine, grounding me when everything inside felt like it had just been rewritten. He helped me out of my coat, fingers lingering on my shoulders longer than necessary, and I leaned into the contact without thinking.

I did not pull away when he pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. "Want tea?" he asked softly.

I nodded. "Only if you sit down with me after."

He gave a low chuckle. "Deal."

While he moved to the kitchen, I curled onto the couch and drew one of the blankets over my lap. My fingers traced the edge of the silver band now resting around my wrist, the Memory Band. Light when I wore it, and heavy when I thought about what it meant. When Spark returned, the air smelled faintly of honey and mint. He passed me the mug and settled beside me, close but not crowding.

We sipped in silence for a minute, and then he finally said, "You are too quiet. What is going on in that head?"

I exhaled a soft laugh and set the mug down. "You want to know?"

He nodded, eyes warm. "Always."

I looked down at my hands. "I do not know how to explain it. That place... the voices, the light... It felt like I had been cracked open and filled with someone else’s past. Like, I am not just me anymore."

Spark reached out, took my hand, and ran his thumb across my knuckles. "You’re still Wave."

"I am, but I’m also..." I looked at the band again. "More. And I did not ask for it."

"No," he said gently, "but it chose you. And I think, deep down, you have always known you were not just like everyone else."

My throat tightened. "I’m scared."

"Me too," he admitted, and I looked at him, startled. Spark never admitted fear not aloud.

"But," he continued, "I’m more scared of losing the chance to stand beside you while you become who you’re meant to be."

Something broke open in my chest softer than a sob, sharper than relief, and I turned toward him, curling close, laying my head against his chest. His arms wrapped around me instantly, like he had been waiting.

We stayed there for a while. No words. Just his heartbeat under my ear, and my breathing finally slowed. "I don’t want the voices to drown me out," I murmured eventually.

"They won’t," Spark whispered into my hair. "I will remind you who you are. Every day if I must."

Hours later, we lay in bed, and I drifted off to sleep. The dream came on slow, and it was the kind of sleep that wrapped you in silk, weightless but charged with something more. I stood in the centre of the Sanctuary again, though I had not left the bed. The illusion-sky above shimmered with constellations I did not recognize. The dais pulsed with a silver light, not calling me this time but us.

And Spark was already there, barefoot beside me in the dream, eyes wide as if he too had been pulled from sleep and planted here with purpose.

"You see this too?" I asked, voice echoing softly in the endless chamber.

He nodded once, stepping closer. "We’re being summoned."

The altar shifted, and now a second ring of stone rose from the floor lower, encircling us, like a ceremonial platform. On the far wall, an old script glowed to life. Not a language we knew, but a feeling rose in my chest that translated it anyway:

"To bond in the flesh is instinct. To bond in spirit is a choice. Complete the rite and awaken the legacy together."

I looked at Spark, and his brows furrowed slightly. "You think this is real?"

I took his hand. "I think it’s sacred."

We stepped into the circle, and the moment we did, the altar released a stream of light that curved outward cone tendril toward me, one toward Spark. It did not burn. It felt like a breath. Like memories. Like everything, I had not been brave enough to feel until he touched me.

His fingers tightened on mine. "What do we do?" he whispered.

And somehow, I knew. "We bond," I said. "Not just as mates. But as Guardians of the Omega Sanctuary."

The light twined around our arms, then our hearts. It burrows into the deepest parts of my soul, and not once did Spark flinch or look away.

"I’m with you," he murmured, voice steady, and as the light surged, I saw flashes again, only this time not of the past.Wolves gathering in a new Sanctuary and the Omegas teaching young pups not to fear their instincts. Betas at their side, not as guards, but as equals. And in the centre, always, two bonded souls, a guiding flame. The vision shattered like water, and I woke, heart pounding, sweat along my brow, the Memory Band faintly glowing at my wrist.

Beside me, Spark bolted upright too, and we looked at each other.

"You saw it," I breathed as I bore into his eyes.

He nodded. "All of it."

We did not say anything for a moment, and then he reached for me just a touch at first, but I melted into it.

"We’re not just part of the legacy," I whispered. "We are the legacy now."

Spark rested his forehead to mine. "Then let’s not waste it."

He reached out and cupped my cheek with one hand, thumb stroking lightly beneath my eye. And then he leaned in. The kiss was gentle. Like he was asking, and I answered. I surged forward, hands gripping the sides of his shirt as I kissed him back slowly, searching, like I needed to memorize the shape of him all over again. He tasted like heat and sleep and the air just before a storm. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his lap, like I belonged there, and I sank into him with a quiet sigh, our bodies pressing close as mouths opened, breath catching. His tongue brushed mine, and the kiss deepened, no longer shy, no longer cautious. We held each other like we were grounding the dream, anchoring it here in this room, this moment, this bed that had seen our quietest nights and now something more.

His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, fingers skimming the bare skin at my sides like he could not get enough of me. I shivered at his touch but never pulled away. My own hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, keeping him close. Spark kissed me like he needed to, and I kissed him like I would die if I did not. And when we finally slowed, lips still brushing, foreheads touching, breath mingling...

Spark’s breath was hot against my lips, his hands gentle but firm as they cradled my waist. I could feel the tremor in him, the restraint, the awe, the reverence. As if touching me now meant more than it ever had before.

"I want to see you," he whispered, voice rasping like he had waited lifetimes to say it.

He peeled my shirt away slowly, his eyes drinking in every inch of skin like it was sacred. Like I was sacred, and when his hands ran over my chest, up my sides, I arched into his touch, needing it, craving it, not for relief, but for connection. His mouth followed, leaving kisses over my collarbone, down the line of my sternum, a trail of warmth that had me gasping, trembling beneath him.

I tugged at his shirt next, desperate to feel more of his heat, his strength, his skin against mine. He let me help shed the barrier between us until there was nothing but touch, breath, and the rhythm of two hearts syncing into one. He leaned over me, the weight of his body grounding, his knee pressing between mine as he settled.

"Still with me?" he murmured, gaze locked with mine.

I answered by pulling him down into another kiss, slow, deep, needy. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, drawing him closer, hips lifting to meet him. Every movement, every sound between us became a shared language.

Fingers mapped my ribs, my hips, my thighs, and his voice broke against my ear. "You feel at home."

I buried my face in his shoulder, teeth grazing skin. "You are home."

We moved together like the world had narrowed to just us, like the Sanctuary, the bond, the future waiting outside this room had paused, holding its breath, and when he entered me, it was not urgent. It was honouring and the stretch of it, the pressure, the grounding weight of him inside me, it was everything I had not known I was waiting for.

He kissed away every gasp, cradled every shake, whispered every word I needed to hear as we found our rhythm, slow, deliberate, intoxicating. He moved with care, with reverence, like I was something ancient and precious, and he was the only one allowed to touch me. We came undone together, wrapped around each other, breathless, trembling, eyes locked and lips brushing until the world shattered in silver light and left us gasping in the stillness.

"Your Omega scent is so intoxicating, "Spark whispered, and I hid in the crook of his neck, blushing like a fool.

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