BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 28: THE PULL AND PUSH

Chapter 28: THE PULL AND PUSH

{"The sweetness of forbidden desire is the forbidden itself." }

I left Paradise Coven exactly at midnight, the cover of darkness shielding me as I made my way to Hanka Island. Instead of taking the usual route, a predictable choice ripe for an ambush, I opted for the sea, diving into the cold embrace of the water. Each stroke cut through the waves, and by the time I reached the shore, my body hummed with both exertion and anticipation. I paused briefly, scanning my surroundings. No signs of pursuit. Good. The last thing I needed was Lord Marcel’s goons or the Royal Guards tailing me.

Pushing deeper into the island, I let my senses take the lead. The salty tang of the sea air gave way to the earthy scent of damp foliage, but beneath it all, I sought something familiar, his scent. My heart raced as I navigated through the dense forest, anxiety curling in my gut.

Near the meadow where we had last met, it hit me. That distinct, intoxicating scent, laced with power and something uniquely his. Kayne, my beast, stirred within me, a low growl vibrating through my chest. I followed the trail, my body almost moving of its own accord, every step quickening with anticipation.

Then he came into view, and I hitched my breath. He stood near a massive tree, leaning against its trunk with the kind of effortless grace that made him look otherworldly. Even in the dim light, he was devastatingly handsome, his sharp jawline catching the moonlight, his shoulders broad and commanding. But it was not just his physical presence that stopped me in my tracks.

This time, the emotions radiating from him were different. The air around him was charged, and not in the way I remembered. Anger. Annoyance. Both wrapped tightly around him like a second skin. His eyes locked onto mine, hard and unyielding, the usual warmth replaced by a frigid edge. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the tension rippling through his neck.

Kayne growled low in my mind, urging me forward, but I hesitated. This was not the same Alpha Tor I had left last time.

"Freyr," he said, his voice low and measured, but it carried a sharpness that made my chest tighten.

"Tor," I replied, taking a cautious step closer.

I moved closer to him, my steps deliberate, my chest tight with the weight of his anger. "What’s wrong?" I demanded my voice sharper than I intended.

Alpha Tor smirked, the corner of his mouth curling with a cold, biting amusement that sent shivers down my spine. "What’s wrong?" he repeated, his tone mocking. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, bore into mine as he dropped the bombshell. "Tell me, Freyr, did they send you here to spy on the Bay Shifter Pack?"

His words struck me like a slap, and for a moment, I could not breathe. I stumbled over my thoughts, trying to process the accusation, trying to think of the right words to say. But there was no escaping the truth.

"Yes," I admitted finally, the word escaping my lips in a breathless whisper. His smirk faltered, replaced by a steely hardness that made me wish I could take it back.

I swallowed hard and pushed forward, forcing myself to explain. "I was sent to investigate rumors about a Lycan in the Bay Shifter Pack. I did not know it was you, Tor. I swear I did not."

He snickered a low, cruel sound that twisted in my chest. His eyes darkened further, and his aura swelled, pressing down on me like a storm about to break. "Traitors," he growled, his voice like a low rumble of thunder. "I hate traitors the most."

I took a step back, my beast Kayne writhing within me, torn between shame and defiance. "I understand," I said, my voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. "From where you’re standing, I understand how this looks."

Tor’s laughter was hollow and sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you?" he sneered, taking a step forward, closing the distance between us. "Vampires are masters of deception, lying, controlling minds. What is stopping you from doing the same to me, Freyr?"

His words stung deeper than I had expected, and I turned away from him, my fists clenched at my sides. My feet moved as if to leave, but my heart anchored me in place. I had not expected him to find out about my mission so soon, and worse, I had not expected him to confront me with such contempt.

Someone must have told him, I thought bitterly, my mind was racing. A spy in Paradise Coven must have reported my mission to Lord Marcel. Whoever it had wanted me to fail—no, to be destroyed.

My hands curled tighter, nails biting into my palms, and Kayne hissed in frustration, urging me to stand on my ground. My feet froze as if the snow beneath me had turned to ice, rooting me in place. The sound of Tor’s boots crunching through the snow reached my ears, growing closer, until I felt his breath warm against the back of my neck.

"Tell me, Freyr," he said, his voice low and dangerous, laced with both anger and something deeper, something I could not name. "How do you expect me to react to hearing news of you being a spy?"

I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch the glint of his eyes in the moonlight. "I don’t know," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His words disarmed me completely. The sharp edge of his accusation and the weight of his gaze left me utterly vulnerable. We stood so close, the tension between us thick enough to suffocate. The sound of his veins pulsating beneath his skin, the steady rhythm of his blood flowing in waves, made me dizzy, my instincts pulling me dangerously close to the edge of control.

I tried to turn away, to escape the chaos swirling within me, but Tor’s strong hand shot out, gripping my chin, and holding me in place. My eyes clashed with his, our gazes locked in a fiery battle of will. My nostrils flared as his scent overwhelmed my senses, intoxicating and maddening all at once. My lips parted, a breathless reaction to the storm of desire he evoked, and I cursed myself for being so weak.

Tor’s face shifted before me; his strong features were marred by a conflict of emotions. The hardness in his eyes softened, replaced by something raw and pleading that made my heart stutter. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and demanding, tinged with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. "Why, Freyr? Why is the Paradise Coven interested in me?"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. The truth spilled out before I could think to guard it. "Because Lord Marcel is paranoid," I said, my voice steady but quiet. "He fears anything powerful, anything he does not understand. And you, Tor—you are both of those things."

Tor’s grip on my chin tightened, his eyes narrowing as he pressed me further. "Then why you? Why did he send you?"

I huffed, exhaling a bitter laugh, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Because he’s a manipulative bastard," I spat. "If I had to guess, he wanted to ensure one of two outcomes: either I wouldn’t return alive, or I’d cause enough chaos to ignite a war."

Tor’s jaw tensed, his expression darkening as the weight of my words settled over him. I continued, my voice quieter now, laced with the pain of my truth. "He knows how powerful the Kayne family is. He hates that I exist. I have always been a threat to him, and this mission was his way of throwing me to the wolves, literally."

The silence stretched between us, heavy and charged. Tor’s hand loosened its hold on my chin but did not fall away. His eyes searched for mine, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw a flicker of understanding, or something deeper. But the fire in his gaze did not get dim, and I knew this conversation was far from over.

"If I hadn’t confronted you, would you have told me?" Tor demanded, his voice cutting through the freezing air like a blade.

I swallowed hard, my instincts screaming at me to tread carefully, but I saw no reason to lie. He would know, and dishonesty would only worsen the storm brewing between us. I shook my head slowly, meeting his furious gaze head-on. "No," I stated simply, my voice quiet but firm.

The reaction was instant. He moved so fast I barely registered the motion before his fist slammed into my stomach. The impact was devastating. Pain erupted through my core, radiating outward like a tidal wave of agony.

A sharp cry tore from my lips as I doubled over, collapsing onto the ice below. The cold surface bit into my skin, but it was nothing compared to the excruciating ache in my abdomen. I groaned, clutching my stomach as the breath was knocked out of me.

"Damn you!" Tor cursed his voice a mix of fury and frustration. He paced a few steps away, his boots crunching against the snow. The air around him was charged, his Lycan power pulsing with an intensity that made Gale stir uneasily. I fought to regain my breath, each inhaled a struggle as I lay there, the cold seeping into my bones. My vision swam, but I forced myself to look up at him, my jaw tightening despite the pain. His back was to me, shoulders tense, hands fisted at his sides.

The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the sound of his ragged breathing and the distant howling of the wind. The next instance Alpha Tor was on me as his body pressed on mine and then he whispered, "How the fuck should I punish you?’

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