BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 308: OMEGA WAVE AND BETA SPARK

Chapter 308: OMEGA WAVE AND BETA SPARK

"In the quiet after pain, love arrives wrapped in tiny heartbeats, proof that even the fiercest storms give birth to light."

The breeze rolled in from the sea, salty and warm, brushing over my skin as I sat back in the rocking chair on our balcony. My hands rested on the curve of my belly, round, firm, and impossibly alive. I could feel them inside me, the tiny kicks, the gentle flutters, and our little sparks.

I closed my eyes for a moment, soaking in the quiet. Birds trilled lazily above, waves whispered below, and from inside the house came the unmistakable scent of meat and potatoes. My lips curled into a smile, the corners of my eyes crinkling. Spark. He was cooking again, his way of nesting, he claimed. But I knew the truth: he could not stand the thought of me craving anything and not having it in my hands within moments. He was trying too hard, in the sweetest way. I chuckled, the sound rumbling gently from my chest.

"You’re burning the rosemary again," I called out lazily.

A second later, Spark’s head popped out from behind the balcony door, cheeks flushed, and hair stuck to his brow. "I am not!"

I raised an eyebrow and pointed at my nose. "My pregnancy nose says otherwise."

He groaned dramatically and disappeared back inside. A moment later, the sound of a window being opened and some aggressive fanning filled the air. I loved him. Gods, I loved that man.

He came back out moments later, wiping his hands on a towel and holding up a steaming bowl triumphantly. "Crisis averted." I watched as he knelt in front of me, carefully placing the bowl on the table next to my chair. Then he looked up at me, like I held the moon in my eyes, and cupped my belly.

"Still hungry?" he asked softly, brushing his fingers over the fabric of my robe.

"Always," I replied, touching his cheek.

He leaned in and kissed me, slow and full of promise.

"Good," he whispered. "Because I am feeding you every day until those little ones come out, and even after. You are everything to me, Wave. You and them."

I blinked back the sudden warmth that filled my chest. "You’re everything to me, too, Spark."

He rested his forehead against mine and sighed. "You’re glowing."

I laughed. "That’s the sweat from the rosemary smoke."

He pulled back and grinned. "Well, it suits you."

The wind shifted again, carrying the scent of sea and home. I held his hand over my belly and felt a kick beneath his palm. Spark’s eyes lit up, and I knew he felt it too. Our family. Our beginning and right here on the edge of the sea, with fire, tide, and love that refused to fade.

The light had shifted to gold, warm and drowsy, as the sun began to dip toward the sea. I leaned back against the cushioned chair, letting the last spoonful of potatoes melt on my tongue. Spark took the bowl from my hands wordlessly and set it aside. He did not speak, not at first. His hands began their work, familiar, reverent as he knelt behind me, palms warm as they moved along my shoulders, easing the tension that had settled deep in the muscle.

I hummed slowly. "You always know what I need."

He bent forward, pressing a soft kiss just behind my ear. "I know you better than I know myself."

His hands slid down, thumbs finding the small of my back, the place that ached more each day now. The moment his pressure landed there, I exhaled with relief, head falling forward slightly.

"You carry so much," he murmured against my neck. "Let me carry you for a while."

I turned slightly, catching his eyes, those deep, molten embers that always held me still. "Then take me to bed, Spark. I want to feel you."

He did not answer. He simply rose, strong arms slipping under my thighs and back, lifting me as if I weighed nothing at all. I curled against his chest, heart racing as our bodies aligned.

He brought me into the bedroom where the curtains danced like spirits in the evening wind. He laid me down gently on the bed, then paused, eyes worshipping me. Clothes fell away between us like water, and I arched into him as he pressed his lips against my belly, then lower, then back to my mouth. Our kisses were unhurried but deep, filled with a familiar hunger. His mouth tasted like salt and fire.

The bond between us thrummed more than physical, more than magical. It was fated. When a Beta and an Omega came together in true love, the energy was not just passion. It was an ancient power. His fingers threaded with mine as our bodies found their rhythm, his forehead pressed to mine. "You’re everything to me," he whispered, breathless, voice shaking with reverence.

"I know," I whispered back. "I feel it... in every part of me."

Power coiled between us, raw and real. The room felt charged. My body, full of life, met his strength, and together we moved like a tide to flame, two halves finding wholeness. And when we finally cried each other’s names, there was no distance left between us, only light, only love.

Something jolted me awake. At first, I did not understand. A sharp tug of pain twisted deep in my belly, foreign, primal. And then... warmth rushed between my legs. Water. My breath caught. My fingers trembled as I touched the sheets, now soaked beneath me.

A soft gasp escaped me, trembling and afraid. "Spark..."

He was already stirring beside me, eyes snapping open the moment my voice broke. One look at me at the panic and the water and he was alert; heart racing coordinated with mine. "The pups..." His voice was a whisper, full of awe and fear. "They’re coming."

Another wave hit me sharp, crushing. I cried out, doubling over, clutching my belly. Spark moved instantly, his hands steady even as his expression paled.

"It’s okay," he breathed. "I’ve got you."

He dressed quickly, then scooped me into his arms as another contraction sent me moaning against his shoulder. Every step he took felt like a lifeline. We reached the next room—the birthing chamber we had carefully prepared together. The water compartment sat at the centre, lined with warm stone and waiting. He eased me into it, cradling my head with one hand and lowering me gently with the other. I sank into the warm pool, the heat soothing my skin even as pain rippled through me like a tide. I barely registered his footsteps as he vanished, but I heard his voice firm, commanding.

"Send word to Elder Bolt and Elder Crystal! Tell them it is time!"

Then he was back, breathless but focused. He knelt beside the water, his hands moving with care as he poured in more warmth, testing the temperature, murmuring words I could not hold on to. I was too far gone adrift on the pain, the fire of life moving through me.

I do not know how much time passed. At some point, I heard the door creak open. A voice—his mother’s voice full of power and comfort. "I’m here, child."

After that, everything blurred. I remember the pain. I remember holding on to Spark’s hand like it was the only thing anchoring me to the world. His eyes never left me. And when the first cry pierced the room, a soft wail of new life, I sobbed relief, joy, and exhaustion. Another cry and followed by more cries, and I could barely lift my head, but I heard him. Spark. Choking back a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. And I realized then it was not just me who gave birth tonight. We did it together. In the light of the moon, surrounded by water and family, our love had become something real. Four little heartbeats now crying into the night.

When I came to it, I woke to the scent of lavender and clean linen. The sheets beneath me were fresh and soft, and the warmth of the rising sun peeked through the open window, dancing across the walls in golden slivers. I was in our bed back in our room, and for a moment, I did not remember how I got here. My body ached in quiet ways, my limbs heavy with exhaustion, but there was no pain now.

Spark stood by the bed, his hair a little dishevelled, his eyes tired but radiant with joy. As soon as he saw my eyes flutter open, his whole face lit up with a smile so wide it made my heart skip. He moved to me, leaned down without a word, and pressed his lips against my forehead, then my cheeks, then my lips, soft, slow, reverent.

"You’re awake," he whispered, brushing a hand down my arm. "You did so well, love. So, so well."

Beside the bed, I noticed them.

Four small bundles, each tucked carefully in warm, ivory cloth, nestled in a large woven basket lined with furs. My breath hitched. The pups. A sob rose in my throat, but it never made it out. "Three boys," Ma said, her voice strong, proud, and a little hoarse with emotion. "And one little she-wolf."

I turned my head slowly, and there she was, and I saw something I rarely had before. Tears glistened in her eyes, trailing down her cheek as she gazed at her grandchildren. Next to her, Elder Crystal wiped her face discreetly, but her shoulders trembled. And then I saw two familiar faces that caught me completely off guard. Flora and beside her, Rita. They were not crying, not exactly, but their eyes were wet and their smiles soft, full of something fierce and loving. The kind only family that could wear. I blinked hard, overwhelmed. My chest tightened not in pain, but in that full, aching way that happens when joy is too big for your body.

I looked back at Spark, his hand now resting over mine. "I didn’t know they’d all be here..." I whispered.

He leaned down, forehead against mine. "They came for you. For the pups. For us."

I started again at the four tiny bundles, my heart swelling with a thousand things I had no words for. And for the first time since the waters broke, I whispered aloud what I had only dared dream of.

"They’re perfect."

I reached out, my fingers trembling, and Spark helped me sit up just enough to see them properly. One of the pups gave a soft sigh in his sleep, his tiny hand curling instinctively. The little girl, the she-wolf, had a lock of dark hair already, and her presence felt like moonlight tucked into a blanket.

"I want to hold them," I murmured. Spark did not hesitate. Carefully, he picked up the smallest bundle, the firstborn born and placed him in my arms. The weight of him, the warmth, the way his chest rose and fell, shattered me in the best way possible.

Spark sat beside me, his arm sliding around my back as I cradled our son. I felt the other presence in the room more deeply now, my sister, my chosen family, the woman who had walked through fire to stand by me. This was more than I had ever dreamed. A home filled with light, a bed that smelled of safety, and four tiny heartbeats that would grow into wolves under our care.

As Spark kissed the side of my head and whispered, "We’ll protect them together," I knew my world had changed forever.

And for the first time in my life, I felt whole.