BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 305: ROU AND COMMANDE ELLE

Chapter 305: ROU AND COMMANDE ELLE

"In her arms, I found the home I never dared dream of and in her eyes, the future I’d fight to the ends of the world to build."

The sea breeze drifted through the wide-open windows, carrying the scent of pine and salt into our home. Elle sat beside me on the wooden porch; her fingers laced through mine as we watched the waves lap gently at the shoreline. Our home, rough-hewn but solid, stood proud on the outskirts of the Bay Shifter pack lands, where forest met sea, a sanctuary for us both.

It was the kind of quiet I did not take for granted. "Do you hear that?" Elle murmured, tilting her head.

I listened to footsteps crunching over gravel, purposeful and steady. Before long, two figures emerged from the trees: General Mortas, tall and imposing, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with a soldier’s precision, and beside him, Enforcer Troy, younger but no less formidable, Elle’s brother.

Elle stood smoothly, her calm unshaken. "Father. Troy."

General Mortas’ gaze softened as he approached. "Elle. Rou."

I rose, meeting their eyes with respectful nods.

Mortas’ voice was firm but warm. "We came to see how you are doing. These are challenging times, and families must stand united."

Troy gave me a nod of acknowledgment before turning to Elle. "I hear you’ve built something strong here."

She smiled, a rare softness touching her features. "We have." As they settled onto the porch with us, the ocean’s steady song wrapped around the four of us. For a moment, the weight of the outside world lifted.

The four of us sat on the wide porch, mugs of spiced tea in our hands. It felt surreal, quiet, too still with the old war general and his enforcer son seated just a few feet from me. If someone had told me years ago that I would share a peaceful conversation with Elle’s family, I would have laughed them out of the room.

Elle broke the silence first, her voice even. "I know it is not where you expected me to build my life. But this place feels right. We are close enough to the pack, and far enough to be free."

General Mortas regarded her with those sharp, weathered eyes. "You chose a boundary place. That says a lot." He looked out at the sea, his jaw tight. "But sometimes boundaries are where the strongest foundations grow."

Troy tilted his head. "The pack’s changing, Elle. You felt it too, didn’t you? After Ashanai’s fall, people are uneasy. Still loyal, but uncertain."

She nodded. "That is why Rou and I built this place. Not just for us. For those who might one day need something outside the usual lines."

I shifted slightly, my voice low. "We are not trying to challenge the old ways. Just offer something different. A refuge. A choice."

Mortas glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "I understand."

Elle’s hand brushed mine subtly, grounding. "The Bay Pack needs new eyes now. A future beyond survival. We have spent too long rebuilding what was, instead of imagining what could be."

Troy ran a hand through his hair. "There are whispers already. Of unity. The packs, the covens, the Rogourau, the guardians of Ragar, what did we all do together? It changed something."

A quiet settled in again, but this time it felt different. Warmer. Less uncertain.

I looked to the horizon, then back at the family in front of me. "Then let this be one of the first places where the future takes root."

Mortas stood, his boots steady against the wooden planks. "If the time comes, we will stand with you. This place, this life it is yours. You earned it."

Elle rose and embraced her father. Troy clapped me on the shoulder, firm and brotherly. And for the first time in my long, brutal life... I felt like I belonged, and General Mortas and Troy disappeared down the forest path, swallowed by the dense trees that bordered our coastal home. I stood beside Rou, arms crossed against the light breeze, watching until the last flicker of movement was gone.

"They didn’t have to come," I said softly, glancing at Rou. "But I’m glad they did."

His arm slipped around my waist, anchoring me to him. "They came because they care and even if they do not say it outright. That visit meant something."

I leaned into him with a small sigh. "It did."

We walked down the sloped path, barefoot, our feet sinking into the warm sand as the last stretch of afternoon light gilded the shore. The sea was calm, the waves rolling in with a lazy rhythm that matched my breathing. Rou carried a folded blanket under one arm, and I held a thermos of warm cider. No words were needed for the next few minutes. When we reached our favourite spot between two smooth rocks nestled into the curve of the shore, we sat down. He spread the blanket while I poured the cider, handing him a cu,p and we sipped in silence.

"I never imagined this would be my life," I admitted finally, watching the horizon blur gold and amber. "Not as a commander, not even as a daughter. And not as... someone who gets peace."

Rou chuckled low in his throat. "You say that peace is something borrowed."

"Sometimes it feels like it is. Like it could be taken back any second."

His fingers brushed mine. "It will not be. Not while I am breathing."

I turned to him. The moon was beginning to rise, casting silver streaks on his dark hair. "You believe that, don’t you?"

He nodded slowly. "With everything I am. We are not just surviving anymore, Elle. We are building."

The waves shushed the shoreline like a lullaby. "I always thought I had to prove myself," I said. "To the pack, to my father, even to myself. And now, all that weight just is not here."

Rou glanced at me, his gaze warm and steady. "That is because you are where you were always meant to be. With someone who sees all of you, not just the commander."

I smiled faintly. "And who do you belong to?"

He grinned. "Yours."

I laughed lightly and honestly. "That’s the right answer."

The sun finally sank beneath the waves, leaving behind a sky of soft indigo and scattered stars. The moon climbed higher, its light casting a silvery shimmer on the sea. We sat together under it, cups empty, hearts full, speaking of little things of the garden we would start next moon cycle, of the shelf he had promised to fix, of the baby birds nesting in the eaves. And in that quiet, under that sacred light, I knew: no matter how uncertain the world beyond our little home was, here on this beach, with him, I was safe.

She shifted slightly and looked at me, her eyes soft but serious. "I spoke to Flora before my father came," she said, her voice brushing the night like wind through leaves. "I handed over full command of the Bay patrol."

I blinked. "You did what?"

"I’m stepping down," she continued, unflinching. "I’m not going to be commander anymore, Rou."

The words sank in slowly. I studied this fierce, brilliant woman who had bled and led and fought for her people for so long. She placed her hand on my chest, right over my heart. "Because I want something more now. I want to be a mother. With you."

Everything inside me stilled, and I realized she was not asking, but she was telling me who she was choosing to become. And my wolf... my heart... every damn part of me howled in agreement. I pulled her into my lap in one fluid motion, cradling her with the same reverence I would carry the world if she asked. My lips found her temple, her cheek, the edge of her mouth, but I did not rush it. I needed her to feel what I could not put into words. That she was my future. That she always had been.

"You’re sure?" I murmured, my voice hoarse.

She nodded, eyes shining. "I’ve never been surer."

Emotion swelled inside me, raw and sacred. I undressed her slowly, reverently, my hands moving like a prayer across her skin. I kissed the scars, the strength, the softness she only ever showed me. This woman, this mate, was everything I had never dared hope for.

"I love you," I whispered. "And I will love our family. Every breath. Every storm. Every lifetime."

I stood with her in my arms, holding her close as I carried her toward the sea. She melted into me, her lips warm against my neck, her heartbeat echoing against my chest. The ocean welcomed us like it knew what we wer,e shifters born of earth and water, of fire and fate. The moon glowed above, casting its light over the waves and her skin and the sacred space between us. I kissed her like the world did not exist beyond this moment and thanked the realm for giving me a second chance.

I held her close in the moonlit water, the waves lapping softly around us as she leaned her forehead against mine. Her skin glowed like silver under the night sky, and her eyes, wide and open, held no fear.

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her jaw. "You want to be a mother," I murmured, voice thick with emotion. "Then we will build that future together. I will give you as many pups as your heart can hold, Elle. As many as you want. I swear it."

She let out a soft laugh, her fingers curling into my hair as she whispered, "Even if I want a dozen?"

I grinned, teeth flashing in the dark. "Then I’ll start planning for fifteen, just to be safe."

She giggled light, soft, and so damn beautiful it made my chest ache and then her mouth found mine again. And this time, the kiss deepened. Slow and sensual, tasting of devotion and years we had not yet lived. I carried her back to the shore, never breaking contact, and laid her down on the warm sand, the sea a quiet witness behind us.

We made love beneath the moon, beneath the stars, with the earth and sky wrapped around us like a vow. There was no rush, no hesitation, just the rhythm of two souls merging. Her body moved with mine in perfect harmony, every sigh, every touch threading into something sacred. When she whispered my name, I knew I would never love anyone like this again. And when we finally stilled, wrapped in each other’s arms beneath the rising moon, I kissed her forehead and whispered once more, "You are my forever. You always were."

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