The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 133: Chapter 133

Damien POV:
“You were fools to defy me,” I boomed, my voice echoing through the crumbling temple.
“Your love was a betrayal. A crime against your bloodlines, against your destiny.”
Catrina and Rowan stood before me, defiance mixing with fear on their faces. I could see the memories flickering in their eyes, pieces of a past life, a love that had dared to challenge me.
And that love had led to centuries of pain, of bitterness, of a burning need for revenge that only their suffering could quench.
They’re starting to remember. Good. Let the torment begin.
“I loved you, Catrina,” I snarled, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.
The memory of her betrayal, the betrayal that had shattered my soul, still burned within me.
“But you chose him. An omega. A wolf beneath you. You doomed us both to this endless cycle of pain.”
You could have been my queen, Lyra. We could have ruled the spirit realm together.
But she had chosen a different path. A path of weakness, of foolish sentimentality. A path that had led to her death, to my exile, to centuries of loneliness and a hunger for revenge.
Rowan stepped forward, his amber eyes blazing with protective fire. His wolf snarled, a low rumble, a challenge I dismissed with a flick of my wrist.
He crashed against the wall, the ancient stones crumbling around him. My power, my magic, was that strong.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, struggling to get up.
His wolf was wounded, but his love for his mate burned bright. It was a love I couldn't extinguish, not even with my magic.
“You’re in no position to make demands, Alpha,” I sneered. I met his gaze, my crimson eyes boring into his. He was no match for me.
“You’re just a pawn in my game, Rowan Magnus. A tool to be used. You, your precious omega, and your… worthless pup.”
I tightened my grip on Lucas. The tiny pup whimpered, his scent—a mix of Catrina’s lavender and vanilla and Rowan’s earthy musk—a reminder of the bond they shared.
A bond I would break. A love I would destroy.
“Let him go, Damien!” Catrina screamed, her voice raw with terror.
her eyes reflected the swirling chaos of the spirit realm, a power she couldn’t control.
It called to me, that power, pulsed within her, a siren song that promised everything.
“He’s just a pup! He has nothing to do with this!”
“Oh, but he does, Catrina,” I purred, enjoying her fear, her desperation.
“He’s… important to my plans. Just like you. Your souls are connected, bound by a destiny you can’t escape. A love that goes beyond lifetimes.”
“Stop this, Damien,” she pleaded, her voice breaking.
She looked from me to Rowan, who was struggling to his feet, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. His defiance fueled my amusement, my delight in his suffering.
“This isn’t a game. These are our lives. Our son’s life. Please… just let him go. Take me instead. Do anything you want to me, but… don’t hurt him.”
Her words, a mother’s desperate plea, echoed through the centuries.
For a moment, it sparked a flicker of empathy within me, a weakness I quickly crushed. I couldn’t afford weakness.
Not when I was so close to my goal, to reclaiming what was stolen from me.
“You will be mine, Catrina,” I said, my voice hard, a promise that couldn’t be broken. “As you were always meant to be. But first… you have to remember. You have to understand.”
I raised my hand, my fingers tracing a pattern in the air, summoning the ancient magic. A spell shimmered around us, the stones trembling, the shadows dancing.
Images flashed before Catrina’s eyes, a torrent of memories, of emotions, of a life lived centuries ago.
A love that had burned bright, a betrayal that had shattered her soul, a pain that echoed through lifetimes.
She gasped, her body swaying as the truth unfolded before her, a story woven from love and loss, from betrayal and revenge, a destiny she couldn’t escape.
“Lyra…” she whispered, her voice a broken sob.
Her hand reached out, not to me, but to Rowan, her eyes filled with a love that burned brighter than my own rage. It was a love that spanned lifetimes.
“No… it’s not possible… it can’t be…”
Rowan stumbled toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his amber eyes mirroring her love, her confusion, her dawning understanding.
“Catrina… what’s happening?” he asked, his voice rough with worry. “What’s he doing to you?”
“He’s… awakening her, Rowan,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off him. “He’s bringing… Lyra back.”
“This time, things will be different, my love,” I said, my voice soft, a promise.
“This time, I won’t let you go. This time, we will rule together. And those who defied us… they will pay.”
I looked at Rowan, his face a mask of confusion and horror as the truth crashed down on him. He was nothing but a pawn, an obstacle to be removed.
“You… you lied to me,” he said, his voice hollow, his eyes filled with pain, a reflection of my own betrayal, my own lost love.
“You said… she was gone. That she was… reborn. That…”
“She was reborn, Rowan,” I said, amusement lacing my voice. I enjoyed his pain, his confusion.
“But her soul… it never truly left me. It was waiting for me to reclaim it, to reunite us, to fulfill our destiny.”
“You’re insane, Damien,” Rowan growled, his wolf rising, his eyes blazing with defiance.
“You can’t just… possess her, control her. She has a life! A mate! A son! She’s not yours!”
“She is mine, Rowan,” I snarled, my voice booming through the chamber, the force of my magic pressing him against the wall.
His body trembled, but his love for Catrina, that stubborn ember, refused to be extinguished.
“She’s always been mine. And soon… she’ll remember. She’ll choose me. And you… you’ll be nothing but a forgotten dream.”
I turned to Catrina, her eyes wide, a storm of emotions raging within them. Fear, confusion, longing… and a flicker of recognition, of an ancient love reawakening.
“Come, my love,” I whispered, my voice a siren’s call.
“Embrace your true self. Embrace your power. Embrace… me.”