BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 268: A SACRIFICE TO BE MADE

Chapter 268: A SACRIFICE TO BE MADE

{"Sacrifice is the language of loyalty written in scars."}

WAVE’S POV

Hours later, Spark was quiet as he stood behind me, waiting. He always gave me space when he sensed the storm stirring in my mind. That is what I loved about him; his presence was never demanding but always steady, anchoring.

"Fenrith was holding back," I finally said, voice low. "There was more in his words than what he spoke."

I did not turn, but I heard the soft clink of his cup on the table before his steps brought him to my side. "He trusts you," Spark said gently. "That is why he gave you the Sanctuary’s mark. You are its Guardian now."

I let out a bitter laugh and ran a hand through my hair. "And yet it feels like I have been handed a crown of thorns. Every time I walk through those sanctuary halls, something ancient is trying to reshape me. I do not know who I am supposed to become."

Spark’s hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to face him, and his eyes were filled with concern, but love too. That always shook me, how deeply he felt. How easily he saw through me.

"Spark..." I hesitated, my voice quieter. "If I lose myself in this, if this power demands more than I can give... if it takes me away from you—"

"Don’t," he whispered fiercely, stepping forward and pulling me into his arms. "Don’t say that."

I closed my eyes as his warmth folded around me. I rested my forehead against his, breathing in the scent of his home, grounding, hope.

"Something is stirring in the land," I murmured. "Not just Ashanai. Not just the threat Fenrith warned us about. It is like all the Omegas are waking up... and the Sanctuaries’ no longer sleeping."

He did not respond right away. I could feel his heartbeat, steady beneath my palm.

Then, he asked, "Wave... if I end up pregnant with your pups... would you want them? Would you accept that kind of life, one that ties you down even more?"

I opened my eyes, startled not by the question, but by the weight of love in it.

"I would want them more than anything," I said, my voice rough, thick with emotion. "And I would protect them with everything I have. Do you think this destiny scares me? It does. But losing you... not having a life with you, not seeing our future unfold, that terrifies me more."

His lips parted, but I kissed him before he could speak. Slowly. With all the certainty he deserved.

"We’ll figure it out," I whispered against his mouth. "We will protect them. And if the Sanctuary demands a war, then we will remind it of whom we are fighting."

Spark nodded, pulling me closer until I could feel the quiet promise in the way our hearts beat together. Outside, the wind carried whispers from the mountains. We moved to the bed hours later, and Spark lay beside me, finally drifting to sleep, his breath warm against my shoulder. But I could not sleep, not with everything Fenrith had revealed, not with the weight of the Omega Sanctuary humming beneath my skin.

I closed my eyes, trying to chase sleep, but instead... he came. Fenrith appeared at the edge of the bed, a shimmering specter cloaked in silver light, the mark of the First Omega glowing on his chest.

"Wave," his voice echoed like wind through the mountains, soft and ancient. "There is more you must know."

I sat up slowly, not daring to wake Spark.

"If Ashanai is released..." Fenrith paused, his gaze somber, "Then the seal must be completed. You are the Guardian. The last one was chosen by the Sanctuary. It must be you."

My breath caught in my throat. "What do you mean... it must be me?"

His expression did not change, but the air around him grew heavier. "To seal her again permanently, you must offer your life. Your blood. The purest bond between Guardian and Source. Only then will her chaos be contained."

I shook my head, whispering, "There must be another way."

Fenrith stepped closer, his presence like starlight pressing into my chest. "There is always a price, Wave. You carry the mark of sacrifice. That is why the Sanctuary chose you."

My heart twisted. I looked down at Spark’s sleeping form, his hand still resting over mine.

Fenrith’s final words echoed through my soul as he faded into the night.

"Prepare your heart, Guardian. The day may come when love must be weighed against fate."

I slowly slid out of bed and moved to the backyard of our home, a place that offered me peace and quiet. The moon hung low tonight, veiled by restless clouds. Its pale light filtered through the trees that lined the backyard of our home, casting long silver streaks across the grass. I stood barefoot on the damp earth, arms folded as the cool wind whispered across my skin, trying to still the storm in my mind.

Sleep had eluded me again. Fenrith’s words circled in my head like a predator: "You must be the one to sacrifice if Ashanai is ever released." I tilted my head back, eyes tracing the stars above. So many lights, and yet I felt like I was fading into shadow. What if this role, this destiny, meant giving up everything I had finally begun to dream about?

The sound of footsteps reached me before the scent of him did. Spark was never subtle when he was worried.

"Wave."

His voice was tight, laced with tension, and when I turned, I saw the worry carved across his face. He was barefoot too, in nothing but a pair of loose pants, arms clenched at his sides.

"You left our bed again." He stopped a few feet away. "Talk to me. What is going on?"

I hesitated, not because I did not want to tell him, but because I did not know how to put the weight of it into words.

"I can’t sleep," I said quietly.

"That’s not what I asked." His voice softened, but the demand did not fade. "I know you, Wave. You are spiralling. Is it about what Fenrith said?"

I lowered my gaze. "Part of it."

Spark stepped forward, cupping my face gently, forcing me to look up. "You have been off since we left Sagstone. What aren’t you telling me?"

The words burned inside me, and I exhaled, slowly and carefully. "Fenrith did not just tell me about the threat. He showed me what might be asked of me." I paused. "If Ashanai breaks free... the seal that holds her... it needs a sacrifice. The Guardian. Me."

Spark’s hands dropped. His entire frame stiffened. "Sacrifice? As in—?"

I nodded. "Yes."

A long silence fell between us. I could see it in his eyes, the fear, the disbelief, the war waging between his need to protect me and the reality of what I was bound to.

"No." His voice cracked. "No, I will not accept that. There must be another way."

"There is. There is not." I looked away. "But if it comes to that... I will not let her destroy this world. Or you. Or the life we could have."

Spark pulled me into him with a force that almost hurt, holding me as though he could keep me anchored to the earth itself. I buried my face in his shoulder, letting the warmth of him chase the cold from my bones.

"I won’t let them take you," he whispered fiercely. "Omega guardian or not, you are mine. And if fate thinks it can take you from me, then it can fight me too."

A broken laugh escaped my lips, muffled against his skin. "You always were the stubborn one."

"Damn right." And in that moment, standing under the bruised sky with the scent of pine and sea in the air, I let myself believe that love might still change the course of destiny.

His scent grounded me, warm, like charred wood and the faint sweetness of citrus. My head rested against his chest, listening to the powerful thrum of his heart, steady and sure.

"I don’t want to lose you," he murmured against my hair.

"You won’t," I replied softly, though neither of us believed it with certainty.

He leaned back, just enough to look down at me, fingers brushing my jaw with reverent care. "Promise me you’ll fight if that time comes."

I nodded. "Only if you promise you’ll live... if I can’t."

"Wave—"

But I did not let him finish, and I rose on my toes and kissed him slow and deep, like the tide pulling him under. His hands slid into my hair, one dropping to my waist as he kissed me back with equal desperation. It was not soft or gentle. It was raw, aching. A kiss threaded with everything unsaid.

The stars spun overhead. The world vanished until it was just us, tangled together in a space too sacred for words.

He pressed me back against the old stone wall bordering the yard, his breath ragged against my lips as we broke apart for only a moment, long enough to breathe, long enough to stare into each other’s eyes and feel everything that pulsed between us.

"Say it again," he whispered.

"I’m yours," I breathed. "Always."

He kissed me like that vow was everything. Like I was everything.

We made out beneath the stars until our lungs burned, until our bodies trembled with need and restraint. And when we finally pulled apart, breathless and clinging to each other in the quiet night, I realized something: Even if I was born to protect the Omega line, even if fate demanded my life, right here, in Spark’s arms, I found something stronger than fate.

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