{"When we were together, every single atom in my body tells me that everything between is right "}
FREYR'S POV
I arrived on Hanka Island under the shroud of night, the cold air biting into my skin as my boots crunched against the snow-laden ground. My powers spread out instinctively, like invisible tendrils searching for him, for the Lycan who had stirred something deep within me.
But there was nothing. Fucking crazy.
The absence of his presence sent a pang of unease through me, a feeling I despised. I rarely let anything shake my composure, but the thought of him not coming brought a stirring panic I could not ignore. My beast growled low in frustration, pacing in the confines of my mind, urging me to wait.
And so, I waited like a fucking fool.
Hours passed before his scent reached me, faint at first, like a whisper in the wind, but it quickly grew stronger, wrapping around me with its earthy warmth. My body reacted instinctively, surging toward it with a speed I had not intended to show. I stopped by a familiar rock, leaning casually as though I had been there all along, anticipation thrumming under my skin.
Then he appeared.
I had dressed purposely for this meeting—a white fur coat that swept to my knees, tailored white pants, and a black shirt that clung to my chest—but as his figure emerged from the shadows, I felt… unprepared.
He was a vision of raw power. His long black leather jacket flowed behind him, emphasizing his broad shoulders. The tight-fitting white shirt beneath hinted at his muscular frame, and the leather pants—well, they left little to the imagination. The moonlight caught his features, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot how to breathe.
He was everything I had imagined and more.
The tension snapped as we spoke in unison, our voices cutting through the night.
"We didn't ask each other our names," we said together, the synchronicity pulling a small laugh from my lips.
He smiled in response, and it struck me how utterly disarming it was.
"I'm Alpha Tor Gale," he said, his voice steady and firm, holding an edge of authority that was impossible to ignore. "Of the Bay Shifter Pack."
Honesty. It was rare, especially in our world of carefully guarded truths.
My chest tightened as realization dawned. Alpha Tor. The name had been whispered in hushed tones, wrapped in both fear and awe. This was why Lord Marcel was so anxious. This was not just any shifter, this was the powerful Lycan wolf who had awakened recently, the one who had thrown the balance of power into chaos and made the Paradise Coven anxious and on edge.
"Freyr Kayne," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm within me. "Of the Paradise Coven."
I watched his eyes widen slightly at my surname, recognition flashing across his face.
"Kayne?" he echoed, his voice laced with curiosity and awe.
I merely nodded, unwilling to elaborate further. Instead, I turned and gestured for him to follow. "Come. There is a place I want to show you."
He did not question me, and together, we walked through the forest, our footsteps muffled by the snow. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, a current of energy that neither of us could ignore.
I led him to one of my most sacred places, a meadow hidden from prying eyes, blanketed in snow, and offering an unparalleled view of the night sky. The moonlight reflected off the ice crystals, creating an otherworldly glow that made the clearing feel like a secret universe untouched by the world's chaos.
As we reached the edge of the meadow, I stopped abruptly, the beauty of the scene-stealing my breath even now. Tor stepped closer, and in the movement, our bodies brushed. The contact sent a shockwave through me, and before I could think, he laced his fingers with mine.
The warmth of his touch seeped into me, so foreign yet so right. It stirred something in my beast, melting the cold edge that had always defined me. A spark of electricity sizzled where our skin met, a magic so profound it left me momentarily speechless.
His gaze met mine, his eyes burning with an intensity that made me shiver—not from the cold, but from the sheer weight of what I was feeling.
"You're warm," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking louder might shatter the fragile moment. I stepped closer, the magic between us growing stronger, wrapping around us like an invisible bond. For the first time in my existence, I felt... whole.
"Do you feel it?" Alpha Tor asked, his deep, resonant voice breaking through the stillness of the meadow.
I nodded, unable to do anything but agree as my eyes drank at the sight of him. The moonlight highlighted every chiseled angle of his face, the raw strength in his posture, and the intensity burning in his gaze. He was devastatingly handsome, every bit the Alpha his title implied—and undeniably sexy.
As I tilted my head, allowing myself the indulgence of admiring him openly, his nostrils flared slightly. "At first," he said, his voice low and filled with conviction, "I could not understand why my Lycan craved your presence. It did not make sense. But now… now I know. It is, meant to be."
The words hit me like a jolt, raw and unapologetic, stripping away any lingering hesitation. My chest tightened, and my beast stirred, eager, restless. I exhaled slowly, meeting his gaze head-on. "Since the first time I spotted you here on Hanka Island," I began, my voice softer, almost reverent, "my vampire beast has been on edge. I have never smelt anything like you before, something so alluring, so… irresistible. And your blood…" I hesitated, allowing the hunger I had suppressed to flicker in my eyes. "Tasting your blood has been driving me crazy."
His lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, and he stepped closer to me, the movement deliberate, magnetic. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the energy he carried, powerful yet inviting.
Then, without a word, he tilted his head and bared his neck to me. My breath hitched as his pulse became visible, the vein standing out, pumping life beneath his skin. The sound of his blood coursing through his body filled my senses, the rhythm steady yet quickening, like a siren's call to my beast.
I raised my hand, trembling slightly despite my centuries of composure, and placed it gently against his neck. His skin was warm under my cool touch, and the vein pulsed beneath my fingertips, strong and alive.
His sharp intake of breath sent a shiver through me, and the sound was everything I needed at that moment. My thumb traced the vein softly, savoring the moment, the connection, the trust he offered so freely. The surge of magic, raw and electric, crackled between us. It was not just hunger anymore, it was something deeper, primal, and inevitable. The cold nature of my vampire beast melted under the warmth of his presence, leaving me completely exposed, vulnerable, and alive in a way I had not felt in centuries.
I met his gaze once more, and for a moment, the world around us fell away. It was just us, standing in this hidden meadow under the night sky, bound by something neither of us could fully explain but both of us felt undeniably.
"Why the fuck would you hold back? "Alpha Tor's words came out in a rasp, low and seductive.
I lowered my head, letting my nose brush against his neck, breathing him in. His scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of earth, musk, and power. The hand that held mine tightened its grip, drawing us impossibly closer. Then, I felt it, his other hand sliding to the back of my neck, strong yet gentle.
A shiver rippled through my body, unbidden, and the faint tremor echoed in his. The connection between us was not just palpable, it was alive, pulsating with something ancient and unexplainable.
I continued to rub my nose against the warmth of his neck, savoring the way his heartbeat quickened beneath my touch. Slowly, I lifted my head, my gaze looking onto his. Our eyes clashed, and I felt a surge of raw, unrestrained magic rise between us.
His eyes had shifted to the color of the moon itself, glowing with the power of his beast, and I could see my own red eyes reflected in their depths, a stark, mesmerizing contrast.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice low, rough, almost reverent.
I opened my mouth to answer but found no words, only shaking my head as we both stood in awe. I could feel it, something powerful stirring within me, something beyond my comprehension. In his eyes, I saw his beast rise, proud and unyielding, yet. There was admiration, respect, and something deeper, a bond forming.
And then I felt it. No, we felt it, the merging of our beasts.
"How is this possible?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, tinged with disbelief and wonder.
Before either of us could process the enormity of what was happening, a voice, ancient and commanding, rose around us. It echoed through the meadow, weaving through the icy air like a song carried on the wind:
"Finally, the ancient magic of Hanka Island has come alive. Took the two of you long enough."