BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 30: LOVED AND MARKED

Chapter 30: LOVED AND MARKED

{"Charm of the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable"}

TOR ’S POV

Lying beside her in the cave, wrapped in fur blankets, I stared at the jagged roof above. The soft glow of the moon filtering through the cracks made the space feel more intimate than it had any right to. But the air between us was heavy, charged with emotions neither of us had the courage to voice. My senses were sharper than usual, heightened by the mark that now bound us.

Even so, the weight of betrayal lingered like a spectre in the shadows. I stirred, the frustration clawing at me unbearable. "Do you know," I began, my voice low, "one of the curses or gifts, depending on how you look at it that vampires possess is the ability to sense emotions?" I huffed a dry laugh, glancing at him. "Even now, after all that’s happened between us, I can feel yours, clear as daylight. Confusion. Guilt. And something more..."

Tor’s head turned sharply, and our eyes met. The intensity in her gaze mirrored my own. It burned, searing into me, unravelling the composure I had clung to like armour.

His lips parted, but I could not bear to let his speak not yet. I reached out, pressing a hand gently to his lips. "Don’t," I murmured. "I know what you’re going to say, and I understand," His brows furrowed, but I continued, my voice steady despite the storm inside me.

"Understand what’s at stake," I admitted. "You think I don’t, but I do. Paradise Coven sent me here to investigate you, the infamous Lycan shifter. Lord Marcel himself ordered me to take on this mission." His eyes widened slightly, the flicker of realization dawning in their depths. I exhaled deeply, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "Do you think I wanted this? To be thrust into Coven business when I have spent centuries avoiding it?" I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. "But Marcel doesn’t take no for an answer. He even sent his royal guards to shadow me the last time we met, just to ensure I carried out his will."

I leaned back, letting my hand fall from his lips, my fingers grazing the edge of the blanket. "I was supposed to watch you. Report back. Nothing more." My voice softened, breaking under the weight of what came next. "But I didn’t anticipate... this. You. The pull."

I looked away, closing my eyes briefly, as if that could block out the undeniable truth that had wrapped itself around me like an unshakable curse. "They told me you were dangerous, a threat to the coven. How the fuck would have I know I’d be attracted to you, that you’d become the one thing I couldn’t turn away from."

Tor huffed in frustration; his breath hot against the cool air of the cave. His jaw clenched as he pulled me closer, his grip firm yet unyielding. His golden eyes burned with a mixture of anger and something deeper, a turmoil I could not name.

"How could I be dangerous?" he demanded, his voice a growl that resonated through me. "Do you think I asked for this? The awakening of my Lycan, its powers and what comes with it." He paused, his gaze searching mine, as though daring me to challenge him. "I’m still getting used to it, Freyr, still trying to understand what I’ve become. And now I find out that vampires have infiltrated the Bay Shifter Coven, and you—" His voice faltered, replaced by a sharp exhale. "You were sent to spy on me."

The disappointment etched across his face stung more than his words. "Tor " I began, but I could not bring myself to continue. Instead, I nodded silently, the weight of his anger settling heavily on my chest. Closing the distance between us, I pressed my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the stillness of the cave. "What do I need to do to make you forgive me?" I whispered, the anguish in my voice undeniable.

For a moment, silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant howl of the wind outside. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that softened the edges of his frustration. "You think I have a choice?" Tor asked, his tone laced with something almost resembling humour. "My Lycan beast marked you, Freyr. Forgiveness doesn’t matter anymore." I pulled back slightly, startled by his words, and turned to look at the mark etched into my skin. It was not healing. I frowned, running a finger lightly over the raised edges. Tor’s gaze followed mine, his expression softening. "It won’t heal quickly," he explained, his voice calmer now. "Not when it’s a mating bite."

My eyes snapped up to meet his, wide with the realization dawning on me. "A mating bite?"

Tor’s lips quirked into a small, almost reluctant smile. "Shifters leave a mark of ownership on their mates. It is instinct, something primal. The bond is not just emotional, it is physical, binding and it makes our beast merge and become one."

His words sent a shiver through me, and I stared at him in wonder. "It’s the same with vampires," I murmured, the revelation tumbling from my lips. "But we call it lifetime imprinting."

"Imprinting?" Tor’s deep voice broke through the quiet, laced with curiosity and a hint of scepticism. His golden eyes flickered in the dim light, locking onto mine. "What does that mean?"

I hesitated, suddenly feeling exposed under the intensity of his gaze. "It’s" I began, swallowing hard. "It’s when a vampire recognizes their lifetime partner. Once we imprint, we only drink and feed on their blood and can’t feed or bite any other person." I paused, my voice growing softer. "And we live for them for as long as their life lasts."

Tor shifted, sitting up, the motion so abrupt it sent the fur blankets pooling around his waist. He stared down at me, his expression a mix of intrigue and something darker, deeper. "How do you know who to imprint on?" he pressed, his tone low but insistent.

Heat crept up my neck, and I glanced away, unable to hold his piercing gaze. "It’s instinct," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "The beast inside craves their partner’s blood. It is overwhelming. Uncontrollable. Some say it drives you mad if you don’t act on it."

Silence stretched between us, thick and charged. I risked a glance at him, only to find his eyes blazing, a molten gold that seemed to pierce straight through me. The air around us felt electric, as if the very space between us had become alive. Tor leaned down, closing the distance between us until his lips were just a breath away from mine. His voice was a husky whisper, laced with challenge and a dangerous allure. "Tell me, Freyr. Do you crave my blood?"

My breath caught, and the world seemed to narrow to just him, his scent, his heat, the pull of his presence. My chest tightened, the truth threatening to spill from my lips. But I could not speak, could not move, caught in the gravity of the moment and the inferno of his gaze.

"Yes "I raised my head and our lips brushed one another. "I crave for you Alpha Tor. Your blood, I can feel the way your veins are pumping blood, its warm sweet and ambrosia. Your kind is forbidden and yet here in Hanka Island I found my lifetime partner."

"Is this why Hanka Island is Apagorevménos? Does this mean what we crave is forbidden" Tor whispered, and his tongue darted out licking my bottom lips as my fangs extended and my mouth hang open.

"Even if it is forbidden, I do not care. All I want is how you make me feel Tor" I responded.

Tor’s voice, low and taunting, broke the stillness between us. "Aren’t you angry, Freyr, my darling?" he asked, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and something far more primal. "I took you like a beast, pinned you down, and made you submit, fucked you over and over, cum laced in your sweet hole. With your power, you would not easily submit."

The smugness in his tone was deliberate, I could feel the tension thrumming between us, a thread stretched taut, waiting to snap and I raised an eyebrow, letting a slow, knowing smile curve my lips. "Angry?" I echoed, my voice soft but laced with amusement. He was testing me, and I was not about to let him win so easily. Reaching up, I curled my fingers around his neck and pulled him down on top of me, feeling the weight of him settle against me. His warmth, his strength, it was intoxicating. "Tor," I murmured, holding his gaze, "you’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met." My smile widened as his eyes darkened, the gold flecked with something wilder, something that set my pulse racing. "And I have no regrets about us."

For a moment, his expression softened, the teasing edge fading as my words seemed to sink in. But then that familiar fire returned, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’re dangerous, Freyr," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my skin.

"And so are you," I replied, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him even closer, the heat between us consuming everything else.

"What the fuck are we going to do? "Tor asked.

"My mother knows about us. About you and your Lycan powers. "I confessed.

"What?"