The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 105: Chapter 105
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Catrina POV:
I was rocking Lucas to sleep in the nursery, humming a lullaby Mom used to sing. It was a sweet, simple tune, one that always calmed him.
But today, even the gentle rhythm couldn't soothe the unease twisting in my gut.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled — that primal warning. Someone was watching me.
I turned slowly, my heart thudding against my ribs. And then I saw them.
Mom and Dad stood in the doorway, their faces etched with a familiar mix of hope and worry.
It was the look of people who had lived on the run for too long, always afraid, always wary.
“Mom? Dad?” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes.
The words felt strange. It had been almost a year since I’d seen them.
They’d left me behind to finish high school. Then, everything happened so fast — the prom, Rowan, the pregnancy, the kidnapping. So much had changed.
The girl they left behind was gone.
“Catrina,” Mom breathed, her voice choked with emotion.
She rushed forward, embracing me in a hug that smelled of pine needles and woodsmoke, the familiar scents of my childhood.
Dad joined the hug, his large hands warm and comforting on my back.
For a moment, I let myself sink into their embrace, feeling the years melt away, the fear and uncertainty receding like the tide.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mom murmured, stroking my hair. “We were so worried. We heard about everything that happened… the kidnapping, the attack on the Magnus pack…”
“We came as soon as we could,” Dad added, his voice rough with emotion.
“We had to see you, see our grandson…”
He pulled back, his gaze falling on Lucas, who was now wide awake, his big eyes curious.
“He’s beautiful, Catrina,” Dad said, a hint of awe in his voice.
“He has your eyes,” Mom added, her gaze lingering on Rowan, who was still asleep in the armchair by the window.
I followed her gaze, my heart aching at the sight of him. He looked so exhausted, so burdened by the weight of his new responsibilities as Alpha.
I knew he was struggling.
He barely spoke to me these days, spending most of his time locked in meetings or training with a ferocity that bordered on self-destructive.
He was pushing everyone away, even me, the one person who could offer him solace.
“He’s… adjusting,” I said softly, avoiding my parents’ concerned gaze.
“Being Alpha is hard. Especially after everything that happened with Marcus.”
Mom nodded, her brow furrowed with worry.
“We understand,” she said quietly. “We know what it’s like to be haunted by the past.”
Dad cleared his throat, his expression unreadable.
“We wanted to talk to Rowan,” he said, his voice gruff. “To offer our condolences for his father. And to… explain a few things.”
I stiffened, a wave of apprehension washing over me. “Explain what?”
Mom exchanged a look with Dad, a silent conversation passing between them.
“It’s… a long story, Catrina,” she said finally. “One that’s best told in person.”
Just then, a sharp rap on the door made us all jump. It was Dakota, her expression guarded as always.
She glanced at my parents, one hand resting at her hip.
“Alpha Isabelle requests your presence, Catrina,” she said, her voice carefully neutral. “She has… guests.”
I knew exactly who those guests were: King Alaric and his entourage. Their arrival had thrown the whole Mondragon pack into a frenzy.
Everyone was on edge, prepping for a meeting that could decide the future of our fragile alliance.
“I have to go,” I told my parents, my voice tight with anxiety.
“We’ll be here when you get back,” Mom promised, her eyes full of understanding.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Dad added.
After the king and his entourage finally left, I went straight to Isabelle’s office.
She was sitting behind her desk, going over some reports, her brow furrowed in concentration.
She looked up as I entered, her expression guarded.
“Alpha?” I asked hesitantly.
“Catrina,” she said, her voice clipped. “Close the door.”
I obeyed, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Your parents…” She began, her tone sharp, leaving no room for argument.
“Their presence here… it’s unsettling. Do not mistake my hospitality for weakness.”
“What do you mean, Alpha?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“They were banished from the Magnus pack,” she stated, her eyes like ice.
“By law, they’re not welcome on Mondragon territory.”
“But Rowan is Alpha now,” I protested. “He wouldn’t–”
“Do you think you’re above pack law, Catrina?” she interrupted, her voice like steel.
“Do you think Rowan’s affections give you the right to disregard centuries of tradition?”
I flinched. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I didn’t mean–”
She sighed, rubbing her temples with a weariness that mirrored my own.
“I understand this is difficult. But you need to understand something. This is my territory. My pack. And I will not allow anyone, not even your parents, to disrupt the order I’ve worked so hard to maintain.”
“They wouldn’t do that, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “They just want to see Lucas. To see me.”
“Do you trust them, Catrina?” she asked, her voice softer now, but no less intense.
Her question startled me.
Of course I trusted them. They were my parents.
But… Isabelle’s words, sharp and pointed, had planted a seed of doubt in my mind.
“I… I think so,” I stammered. “But they’ve been through a lot. They’re… cautious.”
“Cautious,” Isabelle repeated, her tone dry.
“Or secretive? You know why they were banished, don’t you? What they did?”
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“They never talked about it,” I mumbled. “They just said they had to leave. To protect me.”
Isabelle leaned forward, her gaze unwavering.
“Protect you from what, Catrina? From the truth? From the darkness that runs in your bloodline?”
Her words hit me like a slap. “What are you talking about, Alpha?”
“Your parents weren’t just banished, Catrina,” she said, her voice low and serious.
“They were accused of treason. Of conspiring with rogue wolves to weaken the Magnus pack. They were lucky to escape with their lives.”
Treason? My parents? It didn't make sense. They were the kindest, gentlest wolves I knew.
“I don’t believe you,” I whispered, my throat tight.
Isabelle’s expression softened slightly.
“I understand why you want to believe the best about them, Catrina. But you need to be careful. Trust is a precious thing. And sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who can hurt us the deepest.”
I left her office with my head spinning, a storm of doubt and confusion raging inside me. I had to talk to my parents, to hear their side of the story.
I found them in the garden, sitting by the small pond, talking quietly.
Rowan was with them, his expression wary, his wolf on high alert.
“Mom, Dad… what’s this about treason? About conspiring against the Magnus pack?”
They exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them.
“It’s… complicated, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice strained. “It’s not what it seems.”
“There are things… things you don’t know about the Magnus pack, about Marcus,” Dad added, his jaw clenched.
“He wasn’t always the monster he became,” Mom said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and anger.
“But the Larva… it twisted him, poisoned his mind. He became obsessed with power, with purity, with eliminating anything he perceived as weak.”
“We tried to stop him,” Dad continued, his eyes blazing with remembered fury.
“We tried to show him that strength comes from unity, from accepting everyone, not just the strongest, the purest bloodlines.”
“But he wouldn’t listen,” Mom said, her voice breaking.
“He accused us of betraying the pack, of siding with the rogues. He… he threatened to kill us, Catrina. That’s why we had to leave. To protect you.”
Tears streamed down my face as I listened to their story, the truth of their past, the pain they’d carried for so long.
My parents weren't traitors.
They were heroes, trying to save the pack from a darkness they couldn’t control.
I looked at Rowan, his expression unreadable. He'd heard everything, too.
What did he think? Did he believe them?
“I… I need time to think,” he said finally, his voice low.
He looked at my parents, his eyes searching for theirs.
“I believe you,” he said, his voice firm. “But… the pack… they’ve been fed lies for so long. It’ll take time to convince them.”
He turned to me, his gaze meeting mine.
“We’ll figure this out together, Catrina,” he promised.
“I won’t let the past destroy our future.”
I was rocking Lucas to sleep in the nursery, humming a lullaby Mom used to sing. It was a sweet, simple tune, one that always calmed him.
But today, even the gentle rhythm couldn't soothe the unease twisting in my gut.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled — that primal warning. Someone was watching me.
I turned slowly, my heart thudding against my ribs. And then I saw them.
Mom and Dad stood in the doorway, their faces etched with a familiar mix of hope and worry.
It was the look of people who had lived on the run for too long, always afraid, always wary.
“Mom? Dad?” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes.
The words felt strange. It had been almost a year since I’d seen them.
They’d left me behind to finish high school. Then, everything happened so fast — the prom, Rowan, the pregnancy, the kidnapping. So much had changed.
The girl they left behind was gone.
“Catrina,” Mom breathed, her voice choked with emotion.
She rushed forward, embracing me in a hug that smelled of pine needles and woodsmoke, the familiar scents of my childhood.
Dad joined the hug, his large hands warm and comforting on my back.
For a moment, I let myself sink into their embrace, feeling the years melt away, the fear and uncertainty receding like the tide.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mom murmured, stroking my hair. “We were so worried. We heard about everything that happened… the kidnapping, the attack on the Magnus pack…”
“We came as soon as we could,” Dad added, his voice rough with emotion.
“We had to see you, see our grandson…”
He pulled back, his gaze falling on Lucas, who was now wide awake, his big eyes curious.
“He’s beautiful, Catrina,” Dad said, a hint of awe in his voice.
“He has your eyes,” Mom added, her gaze lingering on Rowan, who was still asleep in the armchair by the window.
I followed her gaze, my heart aching at the sight of him. He looked so exhausted, so burdened by the weight of his new responsibilities as Alpha.
I knew he was struggling.
He barely spoke to me these days, spending most of his time locked in meetings or training with a ferocity that bordered on self-destructive.
He was pushing everyone away, even me, the one person who could offer him solace.
“He’s… adjusting,” I said softly, avoiding my parents’ concerned gaze.
“Being Alpha is hard. Especially after everything that happened with Marcus.”
Mom nodded, her brow furrowed with worry.
“We understand,” she said quietly. “We know what it’s like to be haunted by the past.”
Dad cleared his throat, his expression unreadable.
“We wanted to talk to Rowan,” he said, his voice gruff. “To offer our condolences for his father. And to… explain a few things.”
I stiffened, a wave of apprehension washing over me. “Explain what?”
Mom exchanged a look with Dad, a silent conversation passing between them.
“It’s… a long story, Catrina,” she said finally. “One that’s best told in person.”
Just then, a sharp rap on the door made us all jump. It was Dakota, her expression guarded as always.
She glanced at my parents, one hand resting at her hip.
“Alpha Isabelle requests your presence, Catrina,” she said, her voice carefully neutral. “She has… guests.”
I knew exactly who those guests were: King Alaric and his entourage. Their arrival had thrown the whole Mondragon pack into a frenzy.
Everyone was on edge, prepping for a meeting that could decide the future of our fragile alliance.
“I have to go,” I told my parents, my voice tight with anxiety.
“We’ll be here when you get back,” Mom promised, her eyes full of understanding.
“We have a lot to talk about,” Dad added.
After the king and his entourage finally left, I went straight to Isabelle’s office.
She was sitting behind her desk, going over some reports, her brow furrowed in concentration.
She looked up as I entered, her expression guarded.
“Alpha?” I asked hesitantly.
“Catrina,” she said, her voice clipped. “Close the door.”
I obeyed, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Your parents…” She began, her tone sharp, leaving no room for argument.
“Their presence here… it’s unsettling. Do not mistake my hospitality for weakness.”
“What do you mean, Alpha?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“They were banished from the Magnus pack,” she stated, her eyes like ice.
“By law, they’re not welcome on Mondragon territory.”
“But Rowan is Alpha now,” I protested. “He wouldn’t–”
“Do you think you’re above pack law, Catrina?” she interrupted, her voice like steel.
“Do you think Rowan’s affections give you the right to disregard centuries of tradition?”
I flinched. “I’m sorry, Alpha. I didn’t mean–”
She sighed, rubbing her temples with a weariness that mirrored my own.
“I understand this is difficult. But you need to understand something. This is my territory. My pack. And I will not allow anyone, not even your parents, to disrupt the order I’ve worked so hard to maintain.”
“They wouldn’t do that, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “They just want to see Lucas. To see me.”
“Do you trust them, Catrina?” she asked, her voice softer now, but no less intense.
Her question startled me.
Of course I trusted them. They were my parents.
But… Isabelle’s words, sharp and pointed, had planted a seed of doubt in my mind.
“I… I think so,” I stammered. “But they’ve been through a lot. They’re… cautious.”
“Cautious,” Isabelle repeated, her tone dry.
“Or secretive? You know why they were banished, don’t you? What they did?”
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“They never talked about it,” I mumbled. “They just said they had to leave. To protect me.”
Isabelle leaned forward, her gaze unwavering.
“Protect you from what, Catrina? From the truth? From the darkness that runs in your bloodline?”
Her words hit me like a slap. “What are you talking about, Alpha?”
“Your parents weren’t just banished, Catrina,” she said, her voice low and serious.
“They were accused of treason. Of conspiring with rogue wolves to weaken the Magnus pack. They were lucky to escape with their lives.”
Treason? My parents? It didn't make sense. They were the kindest, gentlest wolves I knew.
“I don’t believe you,” I whispered, my throat tight.
Isabelle’s expression softened slightly.
“I understand why you want to believe the best about them, Catrina. But you need to be careful. Trust is a precious thing. And sometimes, the people we love the most are the ones who can hurt us the deepest.”
I left her office with my head spinning, a storm of doubt and confusion raging inside me. I had to talk to my parents, to hear their side of the story.
I found them in the garden, sitting by the small pond, talking quietly.
Rowan was with them, his expression wary, his wolf on high alert.
“Mom, Dad… what’s this about treason? About conspiring against the Magnus pack?”
They exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them.
“It’s… complicated, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice strained. “It’s not what it seems.”
“There are things… things you don’t know about the Magnus pack, about Marcus,” Dad added, his jaw clenched.
“He wasn’t always the monster he became,” Mom said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and anger.
“But the Larva… it twisted him, poisoned his mind. He became obsessed with power, with purity, with eliminating anything he perceived as weak.”
“We tried to stop him,” Dad continued, his eyes blazing with remembered fury.
“We tried to show him that strength comes from unity, from accepting everyone, not just the strongest, the purest bloodlines.”
“But he wouldn’t listen,” Mom said, her voice breaking.
“He accused us of betraying the pack, of siding with the rogues. He… he threatened to kill us, Catrina. That’s why we had to leave. To protect you.”
Tears streamed down my face as I listened to their story, the truth of their past, the pain they’d carried for so long.
My parents weren't traitors.
They were heroes, trying to save the pack from a darkness they couldn’t control.
I looked at Rowan, his expression unreadable. He'd heard everything, too.
What did he think? Did he believe them?
“I… I need time to think,” he said finally, his voice low.
He looked at my parents, his eyes searching for theirs.
“I believe you,” he said, his voice firm. “But… the pack… they’ve been fed lies for so long. It’ll take time to convince them.”
He turned to me, his gaze meeting mine.
“We’ll figure this out together, Catrina,” he promised.
“I won’t let the past destroy our future.”
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