BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 51: COMPLETE AWAKENING

Chapter 51: COMPLETE AWAKENING

{"Because who in the throes of love can ever remember the gray, lonesome days, and who among us does not hope with all their hearts that somehow, by some miracle, such love might go on forever"}

I lifted my head, my gaze locking onto Tor’s with unwavering intensity. My voice was barely above a whisper, but every word carried the weight of my soul. "I promise you, Tor Gale."

His expression shifted, something raw and unguarded flickering in his eyes. I could feel it—the storm of emotions coursing through him. This wasn’t just a moment; it was a vow, an unspoken bond that went beyond words, beyond the physical.

Tor, the fierce Alpha of the Bay Shifter pack, had somehow become my world. I had never imagined I would love someone this deeply, this madly. I had spent my life believing my mate would be a fellow vampire, someone bound by the same traditions, the same bloodline. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. She had given me something even greater Tor. A wolf shifter who had defied every expectation, who had shattered every wall I had built around my heart.

I watched as emotion flickered across his face, as if he, too, was coming to terms with the sheer magnitude of what we had. This was true love. A real mate bond, the kind people whispered about in ancient stories but so few were blessed to experience.

I reached up, brushing my fingers against his cheek. "You are my greatest gift," I murmured. "To be bonded to you... it’s more than I ever dreamed of." His breath hitched, his grip tightening slightly as if grounding himself in this reality. The Moon Goddess had chosen us for each other, and at this moment, I swore to cherish that gift for a lifetime.

Freyr deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that sent heat coursing through my veins. When he finally pulled away, his breath was heavy, his forehead resting against mine. His voice was barely above a whisper, but every word sent a shiver down my spine.

"My breed... once we find our lifetime mates, only their blood can sate us," he confessed, his hands tightening around my waist. "And even more than that... I can only feed you."

I felt his body tense slightly before he swallowed hard. His crimson eyes darkened with something primal as he murmured, "Your blood, Tor... it’s so sweet. It fills me in ways I can’t even explain."

The weight of his words settled over me, sending a rush of possessiveness through my entire being. Freyr was mine. His hunger, his power, his love, it all belonged to me.

He continued, voice thick with anticipation. "Being bonded to you means our powers will merge... I can’t wait to see how that plays out."

His words made me chuckle, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Well, let’s test that theory then," I murmured, leaning forward.

I pressed my lips to the mating mark between his neck and shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of our bond pulse beneath my touch. Without hesitation, I latched onto the mark once more, my tongue flicking against the sensitive skin. Freyr hissed, his entire body tensing beneath me, his fingers digging into my arms as if to steady himself. His reaction sent a thrill through me.

He was mine. Completely.

Hours later, we moved from the cave, venturing deeper into Hanka Island, Freyr in his full Vampire mode, his crimson eyes glowing in the darkness, and I in my Lycan form, muscles tensed with raw power. We tested our strengths against each other, pushing our limits, feeling the bond between us deepen with every strike and dodge. The wild energy of the island pulsed around us, guiding our path.

We arrived at the edge of a massive waterfall, its roar echoing through the dense jungle. There was something here—something ancient. I could feel it calling to us, a silent yet powerful summons. Without hesitation, we moved in unison, stepping through the cascading water and into a hidden cavern beyond.

At its center lay a glowing pond, its water shimmering with an otherworldly light. Magic crackled in the air, surrounding us like an invisible force. Freyr turned to me, his expression intense.

"I feel it," he murmured, his voice laced with wonder. "The Freyr magic stone... it’s coming alive."

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for my hand and placed it against his cheek. By now, the cold of his body no longer fazed me. Instead, I moved closer, drawn to the pulse of power beneath his skin. I could feel it—something ancient and potent. And then, the glow from the stone intensified, his beast, Kayne, rising to the surface.

Gale stirred within me, awed by the raw energy Freyr wielded. I have never seen such power before, he whispered in my mind, his voice filled with astonishment.

A chuckle escaped me, and Freyr’s lips curved into a small smile. But before we could revel in the moment, a deep, resonating hum filled the cavern.

The water stirred.

Ripples spread across the surface, and then, from the depths of the pond, a massive head emerged.

A dragon.

Its shimmering scales gleamed with hues of gold and crimson, its eyes burning with an unnatural glow. My breath caught in my throat. I turned to Freyr, my instincts screaming, and without thinking, I pinched his arm.

"Tell me you’re seeing this," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

Freyr gave a slow nod, his gaze locked on the magnificent creature.

The dragon’s eyes flickered between us before it let out a deep hum, its voice vibrating through the cavern.

"The mating bond between you is magical," it rumbled, its words carrying ancient wisdom.

Freyr and I exchanged glances, still in shock.

"I am Gerod," the dragon continued, "Lord of Hanka Island. I have been awakened by your union... and the magic that now surrounds you."

Its massive head turned toward me, and I felt Gale’s power surge through my veins. The dragon’s gaze pierced through me as if assessing my very soul.

Then, it spoke again.

"Your power, Tor Gale, has fully awakened when you mated with Freyr."

"Gale’s power was fully awakened," I spoke up, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions surging within me.

Gerod hummed in response, a deep, resonating sound that vibrated through the cavern. "Yes," he confirmed. Then, his glowing eyes shifted toward Freyr.

"The power of the Kayne bloodstone," he continued, "was part of the bond that pushed the awakening of Gale."

Freyr’s brows furrowed, his sharp gaze locked onto the dragon. "How?" he asked, his voice firm yet laced with curiosity.

We both stood in tense silence, waiting for Gerod’s answer. The dragon’s massive head tilted slightly as if considering his words carefully. Then, his voice rumbled through the air.

"The Kayne bloodstone is no ordinary relic. It is forged from the very essence of Bloodstone Mountain, the sacred heart of the vampires. It binds, enhances, and strengthens the lifeblood of those connected to it. When you, Freyr, mated with Tor, the bond between you merged the raw force of the bloodstone with the primal spirit of Gale. It was inevitable the awakening of power long buried within you both."

I swallowed, processing the weight of his words. The sheer magnitude of what had happened between Freyr and me went beyond just a mating bond, it was something ancient, something fated.

Freyr exhaled sharply. "So, our bond didn’t just make us mates... it transformed us."

Gerod nodded. "Yes. You are no longer just a shifter and a vampire. Together, you are something more something the realms have not seen in centuries."

Gerod’s glowing eyes bore into us with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

"But I must warn you," he rumbled, his voice heavy with foreboding. "There are those who covet your power and plan to use the Bloodstone Mountain’s evil force to control the minds of the shifters."

Freyr and I exchanged a glance, tension crackling between us.

Gerod continued, his words sinking deep into my bones. "The Bloodstone Mountain holds an ancient evil, one that was sealed away long ago. Someone has gone to great lengths to awaken it. They are wary of your Lycan, Tor because they know the power within you can be used for both good and destruction. If you are ever infected by the bloodstone bug, the consequences would be disastrous."

I clenched my fists, the thought of being controlled, of losing myself, unsettling.

"But," Gerod’s voice softened slightly, "having Freyr as your mate grants you protection. The Kayne bloodstone shields your mind. However, you must remember this—anything that threatens to harm your mind will not only endanger you, but it will also be catastrophic for Freyr."

Freyr inhaled sharply beside me. "What do we do?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Gerod’s piercing gaze held us in place. "To protect the realm, to keep Hanka Island and its magic safe, your mind link must never be compromised." His voice deepened with finality. "Heed my words, Tor Gale and Freyr Kayne."

With that, the dragon’s head sank back into the water, the glow of his eyes fading beneath the surface, leaving us standing there, awestruck and burdened by the weight of his warning.

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