CHAPTER 10: THE GLOW BENEATH
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Kael couldn’t sleep.
The den was quiet, save for the slow crackle of fire and the breath of wind outside the stone walls. But his body—gods, his body was alive. His skin buzzed, too sensitive, and the low ache in his belly had turned into a restless throb that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Vaelen was curled around him from behind, one powerful arm cradling Kael’s stomach, the other wrapped tight around his chest. They were skin to skin, legs tangled, Vaelen’s heat pressed along every inch of him. Normally, Kael found peace like this—wrapped in his alpha’s embrace, safe and claimed.
But tonight…
Tonight the glow was back.
A violet shimmer beneath the surface of his skin, pulsing faintly from where the heir slept. Except it didn’t feel like sleep anymore. It felt like… watching.
Awake.
Kael shifted, just slightly, and Vaelen stirred instantly.
“You’re burning,” he murmured, voice gravel-deep and thick with sleep. “You need me.”
Kael let out a shaky breath. “It’s more than that. I think… it’s moving again.”
Vaelen’s hand slid down to Kael’s belly. Warm, possessive, reverent. His thumb swept across the glow that pulsed beneath the surface.
“She’s waking,” Vaelen said, voice low with awe.
Kael blinked. “She?”
“I feel her. In your scent. In the way your magic bends toward her. She’s not just an heir, Kael. She’s going to change everything.”
Kael turned, eyes wide. “You knew?”
“I suspected.” Vaelen’s mouth grazed his throat. “But now… there’s no doubt.”
Kael whimpered, overwhelmed. “Everything feels too much. My skin—my body—Vaelen, I need…”
Vaelen rolled over him before he could finish, pinning him gently to the furs, his eyes glowing golden in the low firelight.
“You need to be held down,” he said softly. “Filled. Grounded.”
Kael nodded helplessly, his thighs already falling open. “Please.”
Vaelen didn’t rush.
He took his time, hands mapping every inch of Kael’s trembling body, lips brushing over his cheeks, his throat, the soft swell of his belly. He kissed the skin just below Kael’s navel, where the glow was strongest, and whispered something in a language Kael didn’t recognize.
“What was that?” Kael asked, voice breathless.
“Old words,” Vaelen murmured. “Alpha prayers. For strength. For protection. For mates carrying divine blood.”
Kael’s eyes burned with emotion. “You think she’s divine?”
Vaelen looked up at him. “I know she is.”
Then he pressed forward, parting Kael slowly, sinking inside with one deep, aching thrust. Kael gasped, eyes fluttering shut as his body stretched to take him. Everything was hot—his skin, his womb, the bond flaring bright as starlight.
Vaelen stilled, buried to the hilt, his breath shaking.
“You’re tighter,” he whispered. “Softer. Like your body’s opening just for me.”
Kael moaned, hands gripping Vaelen’s shoulders. “She wants you close. I can feel it.”
Vaelen groaned low in his throat and began to move—slow, rolling thrusts that had Kael arching, whimpering, his whole body trembling under the steady, possessive rhythm. Vaelen kissed his mouth, slow and tender, as he pushed deeper.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured. “I’ll keep both of you safe.”
Kael couldn’t speak. He could only hold on, lost in sensation.
Every thrust sent sparks through him. Every grind of Vaelen’s hips sent a pulse through his womb, like the child inside was humming with pleasure. The glow grew brighter, casting faint light across the den. And Kael felt it—her awareness. Curious. Content.
Loved.
Vaelen’s knot began to swell, and Kael cried out, clutching at him. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
“I won’t,” Vaelen growled, voice ragged. “I couldn’t. You’re mine. My omega. My mate. My home.”
The knot slid in, thick and brutal, stretching him wide. Kael sobbed, overwhelmed by fullness, by heat, by the sheer rightness of it.
They locked together.
Vaelen held him close, not moving anymore, just cradling him while Kael trembled through his orgasm, tears on his cheeks. It wasn’t just pleasure. It was bond. It was faith.
Vaelen kissed the tears away. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Kael’s hands rose to touch his face. “Don’t let go. Not ever.”
“I won’t,” Vaelen said, eyes fierce and shining. “Even if the gods themselves come for you—I won’t.”
The fire cracked.
And in the stillness that followed, something shifted in the den.
A ripple of power. Cold and sharp.
Kael’s eyes flew open.
“Did you feel that?” he whispered.
Vaelen’s body went rigid. “Yes.”
A pause. Then a sound—like chimes in the air. Not music. Not wind. Warning.
Kael’s skin lit up beneath Vaelen’s hands, the glow surging bright and fierce. His womb pulsed. The heir reacted—not with fear, but with defiance.
“She’s protecting you,” Vaelen said in disbelief. “From something—someone.”
Kael clutched him tight. “What’s happening?”
Vaelen snarled low, scent shifting to pure, primal aggression. “Someone’s trying to reach her. Reach you. Through the bond.”
A flicker of memory—Kael’s dream. “The world will burn to claim me.”
Kael gasped. “They know. Whoever they are—they know she’s coming.”
Vaelen rolled them, shielding Kael with his body, still knotted tight inside him. “Let them come,” he said, voice like thunder. “Let them try.”
Kael’s glow softened under his hands, the pulse slowing.
And in the space between their heartbeats, they both heard it:
Father.
A voice. Small. Echoing inside them both.
Vaelen froze. Kael stopped breathing.
She spoke. Not from within Kael—but between them. Through the bond.
Kael’s lips trembled. “She called you…”
Vaelen’s heart beat like war drums. “Then I’ll answer.”
And with Kael locked beneath him, glowing and shaking, his body full and loved and claimed, Vaelen whispered a promise into the night:
“I am yours. And I will destroy anything that tries to take you from me.”
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