BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

{"In that single moment, I felt a connection deeper than I ever thought possible."}

PARADISE COVEN, VAMPIRE FREYR KAYNE'S POV 

"Tonight feels damn different. "I muttered to myself as I welcomed the cold Icy weather that had been my only solace for the past twenty years in the freezing lands of Paradise Vampire Coven. 

" I wondered how long we would remain in there. Your emotions were driving me crazy" My Vampire beast Kayne complained as he pushed the words through our mind link.

His statement pushed out a light laugh as I floated through the stillness of Hanka Island, letting the biting wind whip through my hair and the snowflakes settle on my skin. The chill was a comfort, a silent embrace against the turmoil within me. Lowering myself to the frozen earth, I relished the satisfying crunch of ice beneath my bare feet as I loved how the cold felt like a blanket, familiar and unyielding, wrapping around me like a second skin as I moved deeper into the forest. I made my way through the towering evergreens, they whispered, beautiful low sounds as I passed, their icy limbs echoing my discontent.

"The Paradise Coven is a damn fucking shithole," I muttered to myself, my voice dissipating into the frost-laden air. "Too much treachery, too many secrets, too much drama, why the fuck do they keep pulling me into their mess?"

" We need to move far away from them. How long will we keep this up ?" Kayne demanded. " Lord Kayne's death still haunts you" 

He was right. My father, the great Coven Lord of the Kayne clan, had been the strongest among us, ruling with wisdom and strength. Yet, he had met a mysterious and cruel end—his lifeless body was found by the sea, with no trace of how or why he died. For a vampire to die in such circumstances was unheard of. And his death left a void that I had no desire to fill. I paused, tilting my head as the memory of him stirred something raw in me. "What good is power if it only ends in betrayal and a lifeless body by the sea?"

" We are stronger than any of them. Why not take them out ?" Kayne hissed. " Why bow to that weasel Marcel?" 

The Marcel family had claimed the coven's rule after his death, their ambition thinly veiled behind promises of unity. They were nowhere near as formidable as the Kayne clan, but Pa's death was unbearable and as a family, we opted to keep off the Coven matter and leadership. Furthermore, I had no interest in the games of dominance and deceit that plagued Paradise Coven and chose to live in peace, relishing my father's memory.

Over the years, I spent time in Hanka Island, hiding away from the prying eyes. Here, I didn't have to wear the weight of my lineage. In Hanka Island, I could simply be. Yet, even in this isolation, today, I couldn't shake the restlessness gnawing at my core, a hunger far more potent than bloodlust.

" All to keep my family safe " I responded out loud.;

I listened in and I felt it again, the faint, sweet scent that hit me so hard that I took a back step. My beast stirred, a primal growl vibrating in my chest. I tightened my fists, steadying myself against the surge of craving that surged through me.

"What the fuck is that?" I whispered to the night, knowing full well no one could answer. Yet, I continued to walk, the pull of the scent dragging me deeper into the shadows of the forest. The scent drew me closer, irresistible, and intoxicating, wrapping itself around me like a siren's call. I slipped into the shadows; every step deliberated and silent. My eyes focused on the source of that maddeningly sweet aroma, a blend of citrus and strawberries with an earthy hint of sandalwood. It filled my senses, overwhelming me, stoking a hunger that I had never felt before in my life.

My beast stirred violently, clawing at the surface, and listened in and heard the rhythm of its heartbeat, the way his blood surged through its veins with each pulse, and was shocked that the being that I so craved was alive.

. "This beast is unique," my beast growled, its voice thick with hunger, "He is unlike any other. Alluring and Captivating. His blood calls to us. Let us take him and feed on the sweet ambrosia.

"He?" I whispered more to myself.

I inhaled deeply, letting the craving take root, but then something else struck me, something primal and commanding. Beneath the allure of his scent, I felt the presence of another force—strong and dominating. My eyes widened as realization set in. My beast, ever restless, growled low within me. "Not just a wolf. A Lycan. His power is immense."

The words sent a shockwave through me, freezing me in place. A Lycan shifter. A predator like me but sworn to be my mortal enemy. The weight of that revelation should have sent me running. Yet, despite the centuries of animosity between our kinds, the craving persisted. It dug deep into my very being, refusing to release its grip.

He turned suddenly, his sharp gaze cutting through the forest, and my breath caught. And I was sure it had sensed my presence as his piercing eyes scanned the darkness with predatory precision. My beast tensed, and I instinctively activated my invisibility, blending seamlessly into the shadows. His steps were slow and calculated as he approached, his presence overwhelming, his aura brushing against mine even from a distance. I could feel the power emanating from him, an energy that demanded respect and submission. Yet, it only fed the hunger that burned inside me. The hunger to take him and make him mine.

He paused, his gaze raking the forest. "He knows we are watching him," my beast whispered, a note of admiration laced with its usual hunger for blood. I stayed perfectly still, hidden among the branches, watching him. A part of me wanted him to find me, to see what he would do, but the other—the rational side—demanded I retreat. Instead, I lingered, unable to look away as the Lycan's presence enveloped the forest, his dominance undeniable.

And yet, so was my craving. When he turned around and left, I stood rooted on the spot in awe, delight, and hunger. How could I be attracted to the most forbidden Taboo in Paradise Bay?

My body sizzled from the lust haze and hunger as my cock hardened for the first time in my life. I had heard the tales, and whispers of the Bay Shifter Pack harboring wolves of unmatched strength, but never had I believed the stories of Lycans. They were said to be myths, remnants of a bygone era. Yet here he was, powerful, raw, undeniable. I couldn't ignore the energy radiating from him, commanding and unrelenting. It was overwhelming, yes, but more than that, it awakened something within me.

My numbness, the hollow void left behind when Pa died, was gone, replaced by the sharp, almost electrifying sensation of being alive. It startled me, how easily he reached a part of me I thought long buried. I found myself following him, unable to resist the pull of his scent. Each step deepened the connection, drawing me further into the maze of emotions I hadn't dared to explore. It was intoxicating, like walking a razor's edge between fear and longing. His scent led me east, to the far reaches of the island. The air grew crisper as I moved deeper, and soon, the sound of rushing water filled the silence. I paused at the mouth of a cave nestled beside a waterfall, the icy spray catching the moonlight.

My eyes scanned the area, and it became clear that it wasn't just a cave. It was a passage, a secret path that likely connected to the Bay Shifter Pack's territory. His scent lingered heavily here, clinging to the air and the stones. I stood at the entrance, closing my eyes as I took it all in. The faint echoes of his presence, the faint growl of my beast stirring after so long. The wind carried the faintest trace of him, and my resolve weakened further. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to leave Hanka Island.

A light chuckle escaped my lips, soft but genuine. "What are you doing, Freyr?" I chuckled. "You've lived decades avoiding entanglements, and now here you are, chasing after a forbidden wolf-like reckless fledgling? What do you think Paradise Coven will do to you if they found out that you are craving for a beast that the laws of the coven forbid? A sin punishable by death?"