The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Damien POV:
“Foolish girl. She actually believes she can defy me. She thinks her love is stronger than my magic.”
I laughed, the sound echoing through my chamber, bouncing off the obsidian walls.
The air crackled with energy, with the smell of ancient magic and power.
It was a power I had built over centuries, a power that could bend reality itself.
“They’re all so easy to manipulate, these wolves. So predictable, with their instincts, their petty fights for dominance.”
My gaze swept over the swirling mists that filled the chamber, the shifting shadows that obeyed my every command.
I could hear the whispers and screams of trapped souls, their energy feeding my magic, their despair fueling my power.
“They call me a monster. A demon. A sorcerer of darkness. They're not wrong.”
Centuries ago, I embraced the shadows. I tasted the intoxicating power of ancient magic.
I saw lycan empires rise and fall, saw the endless cycle of violence and betrayal.
I saw love bloom and die, saw hope turn to ashes.
“Fools. Love is a weakness, a fleeting illusion. Only power matters. Only power can shape the world.”
Rowan Magnus. He was just another arrogant Alpha who thought he was different.
He thought he could break the cycle of violence, that he could build a world based on love and compassion.
“He’s a fool. Blinded by love for his omega. Consumed by guilt over his father’s sins.”
I’d watched him, studied him, seen the struggle inside him. The battle between his Alpha instincts and the softer emotions his mate had awakened in him.
It was a weakness that I would exploit easily.
“He thinks he can control her, this omega. He thinks he can contain her power. He’s wrong.”
Catrina. She was the key to everything.
She wasn't just any omega. She was the descendant of a powerful bloodline, a direct link to an ancient magic I’d been seeking for centuries.
A magic that could grant me my biggest desire. A magic that could… bring her back to me.
“My Lyra. My lost love.”
The name echoed in my heart, a whisper of longing and grief.
Lyra. My mate. My soulmate.
The only one who had ever truly loved me. But she was gone, her soul reborn into another form.
And that form… was Catrina.
I could feel Lyra’s essence within her, a faint echo of her soul trapped in Catrina’s body. And
Catrina, with her unique bloodline, her connection to the spirit realm, her raw, untamed power… she was the key to unlocking Lyra’s soul, to breaking the chains of reincarnation, to bringing her back to me.
“You will be mine again, my Lyra. We will be together. Forever.”
And then there was the pup. Lucas. An unexpected gift, a twist of fate that delighted me. The child of an Alpha and an omega, a mix of strength and magic, possessed a power I hadn’t anticipated.
“He will be my weapon. My heir. The final piece of my grand plan.”
Rowan was so naive. He thought he could protect them – his precious mate, his son.
He believed that love would be enough to shield them from the darkness, from my power.
“He’s a fool. He has no idea what he’s up against. He doesn't understand the depths of my desire, the strength of my will.”
I would crush him, Rowan Magnus.
I would shatter his pack, his alliances, his pathetic belief in love. And Catrina… she would witness his downfall. She would see her mate, her Alpha, broken and defeated. And then… she would be mine.
“She will come to me willingly, Catrina. She will offer her soul to save her pup, her mate. She will be the instrument of their destruction. And the key to my triumph.”
The thought sent a thrill through me, a dark joy that was more potent than any magic. Centuries of planning, lifetimes of manipulation, were about to come to fruition.
The prophecy was unfolding. Destiny was on my side.
And soon… very soon… I would have everything I’d ever desired.
I paced restlessly, my excitement building. Emma, that foolish human girl, had played her part perfectly. She had delivered the pup to me, setting the final stage of my plan in motion.
Now, all I had to do was wait. Catrina would come. She couldn’t resist the pull of her mother’s love, the bond with her son.
And when she arrived… I would be ready.
“”You can’t escape, Catrina. You are mine. You always have been. And soon… you will remember.”
I gazed into a swirling pool of magic, a mirror that showed me glimpses of the world beyond my chamber.
I saw Catrina, her face pale, her eyes filled with fear and determination. She was walking through the spirit realm, guided by the faint glimmer of her omega magic, her heart a beacon leading her to her son.
Beside her walked Vivian. Rowan’s mother. A powerful she-wolf, even when her powerful soul get trapped in the spirit realm, between life and death.
She was a thorn in my side, but even she couldn’t stop what was coming.
“You’re too late, Vivian.” I chuckled. “Your son, your pack, your entire world… it’s all going to fall. And your precious Catrina… she will be the one to bring it down.”
I could sense their fear, their desperation, feeding the power that thrummed through my veins. It was intoxicating, this feeling of control, of orchestrating their destinies.
The air in the chamber crackled with anticipation. The shadows danced with excitement.
“Come, Catrina. Come and face your destiny. Come and reclaim your true self. Come and be my queen.”
I grinned, a slow, hungry smile that hinted at both delight and suffering. The game that took me years to build, to test, to thrive, and to draw the participants in was nearly finished.
And I had already won.