BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 250: THE LAW OF THE COVEN

Chapter 250: THE LAW OF THE COVEN

{"The Dark Gift should not be bestowed upon the crippled, maimed, children, or those unable to survive independently; recipients should be beautiful to further affront God."}

I had barely taken my place beside Frery again, the weight of my words still hanging in the air like smoke, when another voice rang out.

"I, too, have something to say." The heads that had just begun to turn away from us snapped back toward the voice. Even Frery’s eyes narrowed slightly as he turned, and Qadira was standing beneath the gilded crescent of the council dais, hands at her sides, chin held high. Her raven-dark hair shimmered with starlight, and the markings of Mira magic coiled faintly at her throat, alive and watchful.

Aurora arched a brow. "Yes, Qadira Kayne"

Qadira did not hesitate, her gaze swept over the room, and then she turned it fully on Rola,n and he stiffened at first, his golden eyes sharpening, his hand resting instinctively at his side as though expecting an attack. But Qadira gave no room for retreat. "I name him now," she said, "Rolan of the Rogourau. Shifter of fire and claw. Brother to the Alpha Rogourau. I present him to you as my lifetime mate."

The silence that followed was not as shocking as before.

"She what?"

"A Mira heir and another shifter?!"

"This is a mockery—"

"She dares—!"

"Is this some coordinated attempt to upend the council?!"

The uproar made the previous one feel like a polite disagreement. Councillors stood so fast their chairs clattered to the marble floor. Elders shouted over one another. Even some of the commanders began to look uneasy. But Qadira stood like stone, unmoved, unshaken.

Rolan, for his part, was frozen in place. Not from disbelief. But from something deeper—something in his expression that looked a lot like awe. He walked over, eyes never leaving hers.

"Then let them scream," and he closed the space between them and offered his hand.

"I’m yours." The effect was immediate. Half the council looked ready to faint. The other half looked ready to riot.

Aurora stood again, this time slower. "Twice in one night," she said, not without a touch of wryness. "The winds must be shifting faster than the moons."

Elder Armon was already rising to protest, but Nessa touched his arm. "A lifetime mate, this is something we have no control over.

Qadira turned to the room one last time, her voice steel-wrapped silk. "You all know the laws of the coven. A lifetime chosen mate is by the blood, stone magic and the blessing of the coven ancestors. And I will not apologize for it. And with that, she took Rolan’s hand, and the storm they had unleashed settled into the bones of the citadel.

The formalities ended. The crowd dispersed, but tension did not. It clung to the marble pillars and drifted like smoke through the corridors of Bloodstone Citadel. We had not even made it halfway down the east hall when the summons arrived.

"Aurora has summoned you to the Council chamber." The courier did not wait for confirmation.

Frery glanced at me, jaw tight. "They’re not going to take this quietly."

"I didn’t expect them to," I muttered, rolling my shoulders. "But I also didn’t come here to ask permission."

We entered through the carved double doors to find the full Paradise Coven Council already assembled. Aurora and Nessa sat at the high crescent seat, flanked by Elder Armon, the silent and sharp-eyed Aggrey, and several senior advisors whose names I did not yet know but whose scowls spoke volumes. Qadira and Rolan followed us and Ma, Dante, and Rou.

"Alpha Tor. Frery. Join us," Aurora said, her voice as measured as ever.

We did, and the silence before the storm lasted exactly four seconds.

"This is dangerous," Elder Armon said bluntly. "Do you know what you are doing? The disruption that you will cause to the council."

"Disruption to what, exactly?" Frery countered, cool but sharp. "The way things have always been. The way we ignore power when it does not come from inside these walls?"

Armon’s eyes narrowed. "Will the Bay shifter pack agree to your mating?"

"They don’t need to accept it," I said, stepping forward. "They only need to understand it doesn’t threaten them."

"Oh, but it does," a robed woman said from the upper dais. "What if this creates war?"

"The Bay shifter council knows that I am mated to Freyr. He has already been accepted by the council, and the Bay Shifter wolves follow me as their Alpha."

Aggrey finally spoke, his voice deep and cold. "The people will react, right? How do we contain it?"

"Then maybe it is time Paradise looked beyond its gilded cage. Papa," Nessa said sharply.

A silence fell at that, more dangerous than the last, and Aurora sat forward, fingers laced, and looked directly at me.

"You have made yourself clear, Alpha Tor. But the council has cause for concern. If tensions rise with the coastal covens, if alliances fray because of these unions, will you stand by your words? Will you defend Paradise as your own if it comes to war?"

I did not hesitate. "I’ll defend Frery," I said. "I will defend Qadira. And I will defend any soul in this coven who chooses peace and justice over fear and bloodlines." I let the edge show in my voice, in my stance. "And if war comes... then the Bay Pack will not stand on the sidelines. We will fight. For them. For you. Whether or not your banners fly beside ours."

A beat passed. Then Aurora nodded once. "That is all I needed to hear. You have my blessing, Freyr and Qadira Kayne, what about you Lady Sierra?"

Sierra’s profile turned slightly, moonlight catching on the curve of her cheek. "What do you wish to ask, Aurora?"

"What do you truly think," she said quietly, "about your children binding themselves to the Bay Pack?"

For a long moment, Sierra said nothing. The only sound was the soft hush of wind through the stone arches. Then "I think the old ways are dying," Sierra said, voice calm, deep. "And perhaps... they should."

Aurora blinked, surprised despite herself. Sierra turned to face her fully, Mira’s markings glowing faintly under her skin like ancient fire.

"Do you know what I saw when Frery stood beside Tor?" she asked. "Not a threat. Not a scandal. I saw a fire meeting a shadow. Moon meeting the Blood. I saw powerband love choosing each other in defiance of everything we were taught to fear."

"And Qadira?" Aurora asked gently.

Sierra smiled, then softly and fiercely. "Qadira has always heard the truth the rest of us pretend to silence. She looked at Rolan and saw the blood we share, not the name he carries. She saw strength wrapped in pain, and she did not flinch."

Aurora exhaled. "The council is rattled."

"They should be," Sierra said simply. "They have ruled too long under the illusion that blood purity is stability. But the world has shifted, and we would be fools to ignore its voice."

Aurora looked at her for a long time. "And if this union draws war?"

"Then we stand with our children," Sierra said without hesitation. "Because if war comes, it will not be because they loved wrongly. It will be because we feared too deeply."

The moonlight deepened. Somewhere beyond the gardens, the great bells of the citadel rang once low, solemn. Aurora reached out and gently touched Sierra’s hand. "Then may the old blood learn to bend," she said. "Before it breaks."

Aurora then walked over and stood before us and looked to each in turn her eyes lingering on Frery, then Qadira, before settling on me and finally Rolan.

"You have shaken the bones of the mountain," she said softly. "And now you shake the foundations of Paradise Bay Coven. Her voice carried no accusation. "You have done what no prophecy dared write. You have bound Vampire magic to shifter blood. Not for gain. Not for legacy. But for love."

She then stepped forward and placed her hand on Frery’s heart. "You were born of the blood stone and the Kayne magic, Frery Kayne. You have always burned too brightly to be tamed. But you have never strayed from the heart of this land. You are its storm. And in choosing Alpha Tor, you have chosen not just a mate but a shield."

Her hand moved next to Qadira, resting lightly against her shoulder.

"You are the whisper between spells, Qadira Mira. The silent blade and the guiding fire. And in choosing Rolan, you have chosen to honor what most would fear. You have chosen to see."

She turned now to me. "Alpha Tor of the Bay Pack. You stand in the sanctum of those who once hunted your kind. But you do not flinch. You carry your bond with strength and grace. And your Lycan—" She paused, gaze deepening. "—has chosen wisely."

Then to Rolan.

"Son of the Rogourau, you have walked long in the dark. But tonight, you stand in light. That matters. You matter."

"With the power granted to me as the Lord of Paradise Vampire Coven and its lands, I bless these unions," Aurora said. "May your hearts remain wild, your bonds unbroken, and your path one that carves peace from war."

She stepped back, and Sierra approached silently, placing her hands on Frery’s and Qadira’s shoulders.

"I am proud of you," Sierra said, her voice warm as summer wind. "You have not betrayed your blood. You have honoured it in the bravest way possible."

Frery swallowed hard. Qadira blinked away the shimmer in her eyes. Even Rolan’s shoulders softened, just slightly, and he reached for Frery’s hand. We stood there two Shifters, two Vampires, and two matriarchs who had chosen to bless the future instead of fear it.

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