BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 303: SIERRA AND DANTE

Chapter 303: SIERRA AND DANTE

"Some bonds defy distance when one heart trembles, the other feels it, no matter how far."

The garden behind the Kayne estate had always been my sanctuary. A place of bloom and stillness, where the moonlight kissed every petal and the night air carried the soft hum of life. Tonight, it smelled of night jasmine and dew. Peaceful and Perfect. Dante sat beside me on the carved marble bench; one arm draped over the back as his fingers lazily played with a strand of my hair. His presence was like gravity, strong, quiet, constant.

"I don’t remember the last time the coven was this still," he murmured, sipping from a crystal goblet filled with something sweeter than blood. "No political meetings, no rebel outposts, no vampire drama. Just this."

I smiled faintly, letting my head rest against his shoulder. "You say that you don’t secretly love chaos."

"I love you more," he said, and his tone was so casual, so certain, that it made something flutter in my chest. Even after all this time, he still did that to me.

But then, as I breathed in the crisp night air, something shifted. Subtle at first, a ripple along my senses, like wind brushing the surface of a still pond. My muscles tensed before I even realized why. My fingers tightened around his wrist.

Dante still. "Sierra?"

I sat up slowly, every instinct in me alert now. My gift stirred an inherited thread of old magic, something deep and ancient that hummed when danger brushed too close to someone I loved.

"Freyr," I whispered, more to the stars than to him. "Something’s wrong."

Dante turned to face me fully, eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"

"I don’t know," I said, frustration blooming in my chest like wildfire. "But I felt it just now. It was sharp... like a break in the air. He is afraid. Or uncertain. Both."

"You sure it is not just leftover dream stuff? You have been overprotective ever since—"

"I know him, Dante." I stood quickly, heart racing. " There is something wrong with my son. "

He did not try to argue again. He simply rose, watching me with the quiet intensity he reserved for moments when the world tipped sideways. "So, what do you want to do?"

"I’m going to Hanka Island." I paused, exhaling through the tension wrapping around my spine. "I need to see Freyr. I will not be able to sleep until I do."

Dante hesitated only for a moment before nodding. "Then I’m coming with you."

"Dante—"

"No," he said gently but firmly, stepping close and brushing a hand along my cheek. "You do not get to do this alone. Not when your hands are shaking. Not when I know what it would do to me if I could not feel you." The tears came unexpectedly, catching me off guard. I did not let them fall, but they burned behind my eyes.

"We’ll leave before sunrise," he said, already slipping into the role of protector, strategist, mate. If something is wrong with Freyr, we will be there before the next dusk."

I nodded, leaning into him as the wind stirred the garden around us and whatever it was, I had felt it had not passed. And I would not rest until I saw my friend’s eyes and knew he was truly safe.

The salt-heavy wind hit me the moment we stepped off the boat and onto the soft sands of Hanka Island. It was wild, raw, and scented with cedar and coming rain. My boots sank slightly into the earth as I took it all in, the stretch of forest behind the cliffs, the distant sound of hammers against wood, the echo of laughter blending with the sea breeze. But my eyes were searching, and I knew he was here.

"Up there," I whispered to Dante, already moving toward the clearing near the edge of the cliff. My heart beats faster with every step. I could feel Freyr now closer, steady, radiant in a way that both soothed and rattled me.

As we reached the rise, I saw them. Freyr stood barefoot in the dirt, hands braced on his lower back, head tilted slightly as if listening to the sea. Tor was beside him, one arm draped around Freyr’s shoulders, the other resting protectively over his stomach. A half-built wooden frame loomed behind them, no more than ribs of a home, but I could feel the life pulsing within it. They turned before I could call out, and Freyr’s eyes widened when he saw me, surprise blooming into something gentler, something vulnerable.

"Ma," he breathed and by the blood stone, I ran to him.

He barely had time to open his arms before I pulled him into a tight embrace, my hands framing his face, searching every inch of him like I needed proof he was real.

"You feel different," I whispered, pressing my forehead to his.

His gaze dropped for a moment, then drifted to Tor, who nodded, quietly, reverently.

"I’m pregnant," Freyr said softly.

The words struck like thunder and starlight in my chest. For a moment, I could not breathe. Not because I was shocked, but because I could feel it now, clear as a heartbeat. That tiny pulse of life curled deep within him.

"I felt it," I said, tears springing to my eyes. "This morning, in the garden. I did not understand. But I felt you."

He smiled through his tears and placed my hand over his belly. The magic there was subtle, but distinct, and Tor moved closer, his hand sliding gently along Freyr’s back. "We were going to tell you. We just... were not sure how."

Dante stepped beside me, placing a hand on Tor’s shoulder with quiet strength. "You do not have to explain. We are just glad you are safe."

I looked at my son again, my beautiful, brave boy, and something inside me settled. But then, a chill whispered across my skin, a warning that had not faded.

"You must be cautious," I said, voice quiet but firm. "This child, this bond, it is a gift from the Moon Goddess, but not everyone will see it that way. There are forces still stirring, watching. Waiting."

Freyr nodded solemnly. "Qadira said the same."

"She is right. Keep this between us for now. Let the island protect you while it can. When the time is right, you will rise with strength no one can deny." He reached for my hand, and I held it tight. And in that moment, with the sea humming behind us and family wrapped around us, I knew: no force in this world or the next would take him from me again. Not while I still breathed.

Tor stepped forward first, and he did not hesitate. He wrapped both arms around Freyr and me, drawing us in against his chest. He held us like we were sacred, like we were his universe. And in that moment, we were. Dante moved in next, folding into us from the side, his presence grounding, quiet. His hand rested briefly on Tor’s back and then moved to Freyr’s shoulder.

The four of us stood like that for a breath, more. A strange and perfect knot of arms and hearts and ancient threads that had finally aligned.

When we pulled apart, it was Tor who spoke first. "I knew I would love Freyr the moment I saw him," he said, voice soft. "But I didn’t understand that love could expand like this and that it could make space for more."

He looked down at Freyr’s belly, his palm brushing against it with reverence. "This child... it feels like a miracle."

"It is a miracle," Dante said, his voice carrying something older than time, something that came from being part of the Kayne line for longer than either of them had lived. "But it is also a signal. Something has shifted. The Core is wounded, but it is not gone. And this news... if it gets out before we are ready..."

"We’re not telling anyone," Tor cut in firmly. "Qadira warned us, and now you’ve come, Sierra, saying the same."

I gave a small nod, proud of his resolve. "Hanka Island will guard you if you treat her with respect. This place... it is older than most believe, and she will cloak you in silence if you ask."

Freyr ran a hand along one of the wooden beams behind him, the frame of their future home. "We’ve asked," he said quietly. "And she answered. The sea keeps others away. The land bends when we walk. There is something alive here, watching over us, and it is the spirit of Gerod."

Dante’s expression softened. "Then we trust in that. For now, this island will be your sanctuary. When the time comes to stand beyond it, you will not do so alone."

Tor reached for Freyr’s hand again and held it tight. "We’ll be ready."

I stepped back and looked at the three of them, my son, his mate, and the man who had once helped raise Freyr in his father’s place and for the first time in years, I felt something like hope. I felt content and the realm had given me a second chance at love with Dante and Tor and Freyr and the new life created in their magic and love.

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