BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

I gritted my teeth as the chilly wind picked up, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine needles while I moved stealthily through the forest. The sounds that had shattered our sweet moment with the Lycan wolf echoed faintly, and my every step felt heavier with irritation. On one hand, I was relieved to keep my distance before I sank my fangs into him and fed off his blood. But my beast? My beast was far less composed.

He growled and clawed within me, angry, irritated, and starved. The interruption had left him agitated, and his hunger gnawed at my control. I forced myself to push out my powers of invisibility, blending into the shadows as I approached cautiously.

The faint murmurs grew louder, and soon my eyes landed on the source. Four figures loomed ahead, their movements sharp and deliberate. Vampires. A low growl rumbled in my chest, but I swallowed it down. These were not just any vampires; they were Lord Marcel's goons. The sight of them only deepened my irritation.

That paranoid weasel. Of course, he would send his lackeys after me. He never trusted anyone, and apparently, that now extended to me. I hovered above them, concealed, as their voices carried up to me.

"Do you think he knows we're here?" one of them asked nervously, glancing around the dark forest. His voice was tinged with fear, a sign of their inexperience.

"Don't be stupid, Rylan," the tallest of the group hissed. "Freyr's good, but not that good. Besides, we have orders."

"Orders to spy on him," another scoffed, clearly less enthusiastic about the task. "What is he even doing on Hanka Island? I swear, Marcel's just looking for reasons to line his pockets."

The fourth one snickered. "Line his pockets, huh? It's more like he is lining up ours. You heard what he said, bring back intel, and we get a cut of the gold."

Gold. Of course. That explained why they were here. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I hovered above them, listening. Marcel's greed knew no bounds. And to think I once thought of him as an ally.

"Shut it," the leader snapped. "If Freyr catches wind of this, we will pay the price. Keep moving, stay alert, and—"

"Fools," I muttered under my breath, the word laced with disdain. My beast stirred again, and I felt the sharp pull descend and tear them apart. But I held back. Not yet. Let them think they had the upper hand for a moment longer.

An hour later, I watched from the shadows as the men retreated, their shoulders slumped in defeat. Their boots crunched against the snow, fading into the distance as they left Hanka Island empty-handed. I allowed myself a small smirk at their disappointment. Foolish pawns of Marcel, they had wasted their time chasing a ghost.

But as soon as they were gone, the smirk faded. I extended my powers again, reaching out through the forest to track the Lycan. My senses swept over the cold expanse, seeking even the faintest trace of his presence. There was nothing.

He was long gone.

A sharp pang of hurt hit me like a blade to the chest. My frustration boiled over, and I huffed, my breath curling into the frosty air. My beast roared within me, his anger a mirror of my own.

"We should have stayed. We should have waited for him," he snarled, pacing in the recesses of my mind. "We left him too soon."

I nodded in reluctant agreement, the truth of his words stinging. "You're right," I muttered, my voice barely audible above the wind. "We rushed out when we should've stayed but you know how much of a risk it would have been "

I dropped to the ground, letting the cold snow seep through my boots as I trudged forward. The forest seemed quieter now, emptier. Every step felt heavier as memories of the Lycan consumed my thoughts.

We kissed. His lips had been warm against mine, a shocking contrast to the icy world around us. I had tasted his blood, the vibrant essence of life that coursed through him, and held him close enough to feel the steady beat of his heart. Forbidden fruits, indeed.

"Forbidden ambrosia," I murmured to the quiet forest, the words carrying a mix of longing and resignation. "Intoxicating and addictive."

My beast stirred again, his hunger unfulfilled. "We'll find him again," he growled softly, his voice tinged with determination and desperation. We have to."

I kept walking, the deep snow crunching beneath my feet, but the emptiness inside me was louder than the howling wind. Forbidden things always came at a price, and I knew—this one would cost me more than I dared to admit.

I finally returned to the cave where we had been together. When I stepped inside, his scent hit me, a bittersweet mix of pine and something uniquely his. My chest tightened as desire and frustration collided within me. Goddammit, I thought bitterly, I want to be near him.

I lingered, taking in every trace he had left behind, but it was not enough. His absence hung heavy in the air, mocking me. Growling under my breath, I turned and set off to the East side of Hanka Island, following his faint trail. His scent led me to the caves near the Bay Shifter Pack's territory.

For nearly an hour, I stood at the entrance, my eyes closed, lost in silent contemplation. The icy wind tugged at my coat, and my beast howled within, urging me to keep searching. But deep down, I knew he was gone. With a heavy heart, I turned away and made the journey back to Paradise Coven.

By the time I arrived, the night had bled into its quietest hours, the world cloaked in darkness. As I approached the gates, a familiar itch at the back of my neck stopped me in my tracks. I was being followed.

I smirked in annoyance, my thoughts flashing to Marcel's goons. Of course, they were still tailing me. The memory of their earlier interruption burned hot, and my irritation flared. Interrupt my moment with the Lycan, will you?

Quickening my pace, I slipped into a shadowed alley and disappeared, pushing my powers of invisibility to full strength. I watched as they stumbled into the same corner, their eyes darting around, searching for me.

The two of them exchanged uneasy glances. "Where the hell did, he go?" one muttered.

"Let's head back," another grumbled. "I'm not dying for Marcel's paranoia."

They began to retreat, their boots scuffing against the cobblestones. But one lingered, his posture tense as he scanned the area. I smiled, amused by his persistence, and stepped out from the shadows.

He spun around, eyes wide with shock. "Where did you come from?" he stammered, taking a shaky step back.

I tilted my head, letting the silence stretch until he squirmed. "Following orders, are we?" I asked, my voice cold and calm.

He swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "L-Lord Marcel sent us. We were just—"

I cut him off with a raised hand. "Go back to him," I said sharply, stepping closer so he could see the flicker of my fangs beneath my smirk. "And tell him this: Hanka Island is out of bounds. If he sends anyone after me again…" I leaned in, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I'll give him the fucking bloodbath he's so desperate for."

The color drained from his face, and he nodded frantically before turning and fleeing into the night. I watched him go, my smirk fading into a scowl. Marcel would get the message—one way or another.