BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

"So, you've been following me," he pointed out, his voice a deep, rumbling echo that reverberated through the icy cavern. The golden light from a distant torch flickered in his eyes, making them glow like molten fire. His breath misted in the freezing air, curling upward in ghostly tendrils.

I crossed my arms and tilted my head, keeping my voice steady. "What gave me away?" I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the tension crackling in the air.

A sound erupted from him, rich and guttural—a laugh that shook the cavern walls and sent a shiver down my spine. "You reek of desperation," he said, his teeth gleaming as his smirk deepened. "Did you think I wouldn't notice your scent clinging to the trees? Your footprints melting the frost beneath them?" His head tilted slightly, his sharp gaze cutting through me. "What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?"

My jaw tightened, but I didn't back down. His presence was overwhelming, but I held my ground. "Your blood," I said, letting my voice drop into a cold, dangerous tone. I met his gaze, trying to project fearlessness. "Your kind is… intoxicating. Forbidden. I couldn't stop myself."

The words were a calculated move, meant to unsettle him, to make him wary and give me a chance to escape. But instead of fear, I saw something unexpected flicker in his golden eyes—curiosity, hunger, and something deeper that made my beast stir restlessly.

He took a step closer, his power pressing against mine. His smirk softened into something darker, more inviting. "If it's my blood you want," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "then come closer and take what you need"

My body betrayed me. My feet moved of their own accord, one step, then another, until I was just a few paces away from him. The dim light shifted as I stepped forward, illuminating my face fully. His eyes widened as he took me in, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, the cavern seemed to be still, the air thick with an unspoken tension.

"You…" he whispered, his voice softer now, reverent. "You're beautiful."

The words struck me like lightning, and a fiery heat surged through my veins. My beast clawed at my control, drawn to him in a way that defied logic. His gaze held mine, and for the first time in my life, I didn't know whether to run or to stay.

I couldn't help but ask, my eyes never leaving his, "Are you without shame, Lycan?" The words hung in the air, charged with a strange mix of challenge and curiosity.

A small smile curled on his lips, something teasing, something knowing. "Out of the two of us," he replied, his voice smooth and unhurried, "it's the vampires who are known to have no shame." His words broke the tension that had gripped me, and despite myself, a small laugh slipped from my mouth. It was a dark, breathless sound, one that carried just a hint of disbelief. He didn't seem to mind, continuing, "There's no one around, so shame's the last thing we should be worried about, don't you think?"

His gaze locked onto mine, and I could feel the energy between us shifting. I turned away, needing space to control my beast, which was already hissing in the back of my mind, clawing for release. The scent of his blood—sweet, intoxicating—hit me like a tidal wave, and I felt my fangs descend without warning.

I barely managed to hold myself back. If I stayed too close to him, I knew I'd lose control. I took a few cautious steps backward, my mind screaming at me to get away before I did something I'd regret.

"Don't run," he whispered in his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine.

I shook my head, my heart racing. "I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I'll end up doing something we both regret."

His eyes flashed, and in an instant, he was at my side. His hand shot out, grabbing mine with an unyielding grip.

I spun around, baring my fangs, hoping the display of sharp teeth would make him step back, make him fear me. But instead, he blinked in shock, his expression unreadable for a moment.

Then, with a surprising calmness, he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming me. His hand reached up slowly, and I watched, mesmerized, as it landed gently over my lips. His touch was warm, despite the coldness of the cavern.

"My Lycan beast…" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper "is always hostile to anyone who comes near me. But for some reason, it wants nothing more than to sink its teeth into you. "

The words, the way he said them, made my beast growl in approval and hunger. A mix of desire and danger swirled between us, and I had to fight the overwhelming urge to close the distance between us, to taste him, to claim what my body screamed for. But I stood still, torn between the need for control and the irresistible pull of his presence.

"Lycan," I responded, my voice tight with uncertainty, but I barely got another word out before his finger pressed gently against my lips, silencing me.

His golden eyes burned with intensity as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. "Do you feel it?" he asked, the question laced with an unspoken understanding. "The pull between us?" He took a deep breath, almost as if he had to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "I came back to Hanka to find you. Sleep has eluded me for days, and the only thing that kept me going was the thought of finding you. I don't care that you're a vampire. Right now, none of that matters."

His words hit me like a punch, a surprising declaration that left me momentarily stunned. I had prepared myself for defiance, for resistance, but this... this was different. I tried to step back, my instinct screaming for distance, but before I could, his hand shot out, pulling me closer. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him with an urgency that matched the fierce heat rising between us.

This Lycan, bold and unyielding, seemed to know exactly what he wanted. And strangely, I felt the sincerity in him—a truth in his actions that sent a shiver down my spine. I raised my hand, pushing his finger from my lips, my eyes meeting his as I fought for control. "I need to keep a distance from you at all costs. Your blood is driving me crazy with need" I said, my words coming out in a sharp hiss, the desperation evident in my voice. My fangs refused to retract, and it only made the situation harder to control.

He didn't pull away. Instead, his response came low, dangerous, and full of promise. "Is that so? Well, I want to taste you. I crave for you"

Before I could protest, his lips locked on mine, and my world shattered. His kiss was hard, and demanding, but it was nothing compared to the shock that hit me when my fangs pierced his tongue. The taste of his blood flooded my senses like wildfire, hot and intoxicating. A low moan escaped my lips, my body trembling with a need I couldn't deny. The moment my fangs sank deeper, my beast surged forward, eager to claim him. I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to.

"He is magnificent, and his blood is fucking sweet "My beast spoke up. But I sensed that this Lycan was more than met the eye. His blood tasted of an ancient power and the minute it hit my tongue; I felt his power course through me like a tornado.

But the sound of chatter from a distance interrupted the moment and we both pulled away at the same, out of breath and alert.

"We have company" I managed to utter as my fangs retracted and my body and beast all went into protective mode.

"Fucking bastards, what horrible timing "He cursed out and rubbed his hair in frustration.

"I am going to find out who fucking dares to step foot on Hanka Island" I stated and disappeared without a backward glance.