The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Carson POV:
“They belong together.”
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut, a sharp pang of jealousy as I watched Rowan and Catrina stroll through the gardens.
Their newborn baby, Lucas, was in Catrina’s arms, giggling as he reached for Rowan’s hair.
They looked so happy, so perfect. Like a real family. It made my blood boil.
And what about Isabelle? She’s stuck here, her heart breaking, while they play house under her own roof.
It wasn't fair. I’d been loyal to the Mondragons for years.
My devotion to Isabelle was absolute.
But seeing her go through this humiliation, this constant reminder of Rowan’s betrayal… it made me want to scream.
To fight. To make things right.
She deserves better. She deserves an Alpha who loves her, who puts her first.
My wolf growled, a low rumble in my chest. It was my own frustration, too.
My own one-sided feelings for Isabelle. Feelings I knew could never be.
I couldn’t watch this anymore. It was torture, seeing them happy while Isabelle was hurting.
She hid it well, but I could see the sadness in her eyes, the strain in her smile.
I need to get out of here. Clear my head. Figure out how to fix this mess.
I slipped out of the mansion, the cool night air a relief after the tension inside. The scent of pine and damp earth filled my lungs, the familiar smell of the forest calling to me.
“Where are we going?” My wolf asked, sensing the shift in my mood, the darkness creeping in.
“Somewhere… away from here. Somewhere I can think.”
I didn’t have a plan. I just let my wolf lead me. Away from the Mondragon lands, towards the wild, untamed territory bordering our own.
A place where rogues roamed, where the rules of the pack didn't apply.
“The Bloodmoon territory.” My wolf growled, a note of warning in his voice. “Are you sure about this, Carson?”
The Bloodmoon pack was a bunch of outcasts, wolves kicked out of their packs for breaking the rules.
They were angry, bitter, and resentful towards the Alphas who’d banished them.
A dangerous bunch, unpredictable and always ready for a fight.
But they were also desperate. And desperate wolves were dangerous.
They could be a powerful weapon against those who had power, those who were complacent.
“I need to know what they’re up to,” I thought. “I need to understand them. Maybe… maybe they can help me fix things.”
We crossed the border into Bloodmoon territory.
The air smelled different here—wild musk, untamed wolves. The trees were thicker, their branches blocking out the moon, casting deep shadows.
My wolf tensed, his senses on high alert.
Be careful, Carson, he warned. These wolves… they’re not like us. They play by different rules.
I knew he was right. I was taking a risk.
But for Isabelle… for the Mondragon pack, I was willing to risk anything.
A low growl cut through the silence, a challenge, a warning.
I stopped, my hand resting on the hilt of my dagger. I scanned the shadows, searching for the source of the sound.
“Who’s there?” I called out, my voice strong. “Show yourself.”
A figure emerged from the darkness. A tall, lean wolf with silver fur and eyes that glowed like molten gold.
His scent was powerful, wild. It made my wolf uneasy.
“Carson,” he growled. His voice was a low rumble.
“The Mondragon Beta. What brings you to our lands?”
“I’m here to talk,” I said, meeting his gaze. My voice was steady.
“I have a proposition for your Alpha.”
He chuckled, a harsh, humorless sound. “A proposition? From a Mondragon? You think we’re interested in dealing with the packs that threw us out? That called us rogues?”
“Desperate times, desperate measures,” I said calmly.
“We have a common enemy. An enemy who threatens us both.”
He tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowed. “And who might that be?”
“King Alaric,” I said, my voice firm.
“He’s power-hungry. He wants to control all the Southern packs. He’s a danger to the Mondragons, to the Bloodmoons, to any pack that wants to be free.”
The silver wolf snarled, baring his teeth. “King Alaric,” he spat.
“He’s the reason we’re outcasts. The reason our families were torn apart, our lands taken. We’ve been waiting for a chance to get even.”
“Then join forces with the Mondragons,” I urged.
“Together, we can stand against him, protect our packs.”
He hesitated, glancing at the shadows as if asking for guidance.
“Why should we trust the Mondragons? You’ve always looked down on us, treated us like dirt.”
“I’m not here to defend the past,” I said earnestly.
“I’m here to offer a solution. A way for our packs to live in peace, to fight together against a common enemy.”
“What’s in it for the Mondragons?” he asked, suspicion lacing his voice. “What does your Alpha want?”
“She wants to protect her pack,” I said. “And she knows we’re stronger together.”
He studied me for a long moment, his wolf’s gaze intense. Finally, he gave a slow nod.
“Follow me,” he growled.
“I’ll take you to our Alpha. But be careful, Carson. He’s not as… polite as your Isabelle. Choose your words wisely. One wrong move, and you won’t be leaving here in one piece.”
My wolf bristled. Threats weren’t my favorite thing.
But I understood their anger, their resentment. I was stepping into a den of wolves, and they weren’t known for their hospitality.
But for Isabelle, for the Mondragons… I’ll take that risk.
I followed the silver wolf deeper into their territory. The shadows felt heavier here, the air thick with the whispers of old magic and long-held grudges.
I was entering a dangerous game, a game that could change everything.
And as the Mondragon Beta, I was about to make a choice. A choice that could lead to redemption… or ruin.