The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 136: Chapter 136
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Carson POV:
“Stay close, Carson! Don’t let them flank us!”
Isabelle’s voice, sharp and commanding, sliced through the roar of the battle.
I nodded, my wolf snarling, his silver fur bristling. Every sense was on high alert. The air crackled with magic, thick with the smell of blood and fear. It was terrifying, but also exhilarating.
We were deep inside Damien’s stronghold, a huge chamber lit by a green glow.
The glow came from the ancient symbols carved into the stone walls. Shadows danced and twisted as Damien’s magic clashed with the raw power of the wolves.
Their snarls and growls echoed through the chamber, a challenge to the darkness that pressed in on all sides.
The battle was fierce, brutal. Mondragon warriors, their brown fur gleaming in the strange light, fought alongside King Korvash’s pack.
Their northern wolves were bigger, their coats a mix of gray and silver, and they moved with deadly speed and precision.
But I couldn’t focus on the battle as a whole. All I could see was Isabelle.
She was a whirlwind of fury, her fur flashing as she fought. Her claws were a blur, and her eyes blazed with righteous anger.
Even the toughest warrior hesitated before her.
They could sense her power, her authority. She was a true Alpha, a force of nature.
“Protect her. She’s all that matters.” My wolf growled, his voice a fierce command deep inside me.
My betrayal, my stupid attempt to find a solution by going to the Bloodmoons, by offering myself as a… replacement mate… it all seemed so insignificant now.
All that mattered was keeping Isabelle safe, proving my loyalty, making up for the pain I’d caused her.
I fought with a ferocity I hadn’t felt in years, my wolf reveling in the physical release, the adrenaline surging through my veins.
But it wasn’t just the thrill of the fight. It was the need to prove myself worthy, to earn back her trust, to show her, to show myself that I wasn’t a monster.
A shadow warrior, his eyes glowing red with Damien’s magic, lunged at Isabelle, aiming for her throat. I intercepted him, my body a shield between them.
We grappled, our bodies twisting and turning, claws raking, fangs bared.
I was stronger, driven by a desperate need to protect her. I slammed the shadow warrior against the wall, the impact jarring my bones, making my vision blur for a moment. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t.
I raked my claws down his chest, hearing a howl of pain that echoed my own inner torment. It was the pain of a wolf who had betrayed his Alpha, who had broken the sacred bond of trust.
As the shadow warrior crumpled, his red eyes fading, his body dissolving into the swirling mist, my gaze locked with Isabelle’s.
She was breathing hard, her fur matted with sweat and blood. Her green eyes burned into mine, a storm of emotions raging within them.
“She’s furious. Disgusted. You’ve lost her respect.”
My wolf whimpered, wanting to submit, to beg for her forgiveness. But another instinct, the instinct of a warrior who had fought for her, who had risked his life to protect her, held me back.
I kept my gaze steady, my head held high, even in the face of her judgment.
“You fight well, Beta,” she said, her voice cold and distant. It was a formality that stung more than any physical wound.
“But your loyalty is… questionable, to say the least. Your actions put this pack, this alliance, at risk. I… I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”
Her words were like ice shards piercing my heart.
I’d betrayed her, broken the bond we’d shared, and the weight of her disappointment was crushing.
“I understand, Alpha,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I accept your judgment. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to prove my loyalty. Even if it means… giving my life for you, for the pack.”
She studied me, her expression unreadable, her eyes reflecting the chaos of the battle, the turmoil in her own heart. Then, something flickered in her gaze.
It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t disgust. It was… was it a spark of respect?
“Maybe… there’s still hope.” My wolf whimpered, his tail giving a tentative wag.
“Actions speak louder than words,” Isabelle said. Her voice was a little softer now, but still cautious.
“Prove your loyalty, Beta. Fight for this pack. Fight for Rowan. Fight for… Catrina. And then… we’ll see.”
She turned and plunged back into the battle.
I followed, my wolf surging with a renewed determination.
I would earn back her trust, even if it meant facing the darkest depths of Damien’s magic, even if it meant sacrificing everything.
The battle raged around us, a symphony of snarls and screams, of clashing claws and the stench of blood and fear.
We fought side by side, Mondragon and Northern wolves united against a common enemy.
The ground was slick with blood, the air thick with the scent of death.
But amidst the horror, there was a strange kind of beauty, a fierce grace in the way the wolves moved, their bodies honed by centuries of instinct, their loyalty to their pack, their Alpha, unwavering.
I saw a young Mondragon warrior, barely more than a pup, fall beneath the claws of a hulking shadow creature.
Rage surged through me, and I tore into the creature, my wolf’s fury fueled by the need to protect, to avenge.
I ripped and tore, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my teeth, the hot spray of blood against my fur.
The creature dissolved into mist, but the taste of blood lingered on my tongue, a bitter reminder of the cost of this battle, the sacrifices we were making.
The pack was strong, but we were outnumbered. Damien’s magic seemed to have no end, his shadow warriors regenerating, reforming, their red eyes burning with a malevolent hunger.
!We can’t win this. Not alone.” My wolf whined, a tremor of fear shaking his resolve.
But even as fear threatened to take hold, a memory flashed through my mind. Catrina’s words whispered in the darkness of the forest, a secret she’d entrusted to me, a hope that had flickered even in the face of despair.
“She’s the key. She’s the one Damien fears.”
I had to believe her. I had to trust that she, with her strange omega magic, her connection to the spirit realm, could find a way to defeat Damien, to bring Lucas back, to restore balance to our shattered world.
I caught a glimpse of Isabelle across the battlefield. She was wounded, blood staining her flank, but she didn’t falter.
She was an Alpha, a leader, and she wouldn’t yield, not even to the darkest magic.
I pushed myself harder, my wolf fueled by the need to reach her, to protect her, to prove myself worthy of her trust, her forgiveness.
I fought my way through the throng of shadow warriors, their claws and fangs scraping against my fur, their red eyes burning with a hatred that mirrored my own.
I felt a searing pain in my shoulder, a claw ripping through muscle, but I barely registered it.
The adrenaline, the primal urge to fight, to survive, to protect, numbed the pain, fueled my every move.
“For Isabelle. For the pack.”
I roared, my wolf’s voice echoing through the chamber.
And as I fought, as I bled, as I pushed myself beyond the limits of exhaustion, a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness, whispered a promise of redemption.
A chance to atone for my sins, a possibility of a future where love, loyalty, and the unwavering bond of the pack, might just be enough to conquer the shadows..
“Stay close, Carson! Don’t let them flank us!”
Isabelle’s voice, sharp and commanding, sliced through the roar of the battle.
I nodded, my wolf snarling, his silver fur bristling. Every sense was on high alert. The air crackled with magic, thick with the smell of blood and fear. It was terrifying, but also exhilarating.
We were deep inside Damien’s stronghold, a huge chamber lit by a green glow.
The glow came from the ancient symbols carved into the stone walls. Shadows danced and twisted as Damien’s magic clashed with the raw power of the wolves.
Their snarls and growls echoed through the chamber, a challenge to the darkness that pressed in on all sides.
The battle was fierce, brutal. Mondragon warriors, their brown fur gleaming in the strange light, fought alongside King Korvash’s pack.
Their northern wolves were bigger, their coats a mix of gray and silver, and they moved with deadly speed and precision.
But I couldn’t focus on the battle as a whole. All I could see was Isabelle.
She was a whirlwind of fury, her fur flashing as she fought. Her claws were a blur, and her eyes blazed with righteous anger.
Even the toughest warrior hesitated before her.
They could sense her power, her authority. She was a true Alpha, a force of nature.
“Protect her. She’s all that matters.” My wolf growled, his voice a fierce command deep inside me.
My betrayal, my stupid attempt to find a solution by going to the Bloodmoons, by offering myself as a… replacement mate… it all seemed so insignificant now.
All that mattered was keeping Isabelle safe, proving my loyalty, making up for the pain I’d caused her.
I fought with a ferocity I hadn’t felt in years, my wolf reveling in the physical release, the adrenaline surging through my veins.
But it wasn’t just the thrill of the fight. It was the need to prove myself worthy, to earn back her trust, to show her, to show myself that I wasn’t a monster.
A shadow warrior, his eyes glowing red with Damien’s magic, lunged at Isabelle, aiming for her throat. I intercepted him, my body a shield between them.
We grappled, our bodies twisting and turning, claws raking, fangs bared.
I was stronger, driven by a desperate need to protect her. I slammed the shadow warrior against the wall, the impact jarring my bones, making my vision blur for a moment. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t.
I raked my claws down his chest, hearing a howl of pain that echoed my own inner torment. It was the pain of a wolf who had betrayed his Alpha, who had broken the sacred bond of trust.
As the shadow warrior crumpled, his red eyes fading, his body dissolving into the swirling mist, my gaze locked with Isabelle’s.
She was breathing hard, her fur matted with sweat and blood. Her green eyes burned into mine, a storm of emotions raging within them.
“She’s furious. Disgusted. You’ve lost her respect.”
My wolf whimpered, wanting to submit, to beg for her forgiveness. But another instinct, the instinct of a warrior who had fought for her, who had risked his life to protect her, held me back.
I kept my gaze steady, my head held high, even in the face of her judgment.
“You fight well, Beta,” she said, her voice cold and distant. It was a formality that stung more than any physical wound.
“But your loyalty is… questionable, to say the least. Your actions put this pack, this alliance, at risk. I… I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”
Her words were like ice shards piercing my heart.
I’d betrayed her, broken the bond we’d shared, and the weight of her disappointment was crushing.
“I understand, Alpha,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I accept your judgment. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust, to prove my loyalty. Even if it means… giving my life for you, for the pack.”
She studied me, her expression unreadable, her eyes reflecting the chaos of the battle, the turmoil in her own heart. Then, something flickered in her gaze.
It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t disgust. It was… was it a spark of respect?
“Maybe… there’s still hope.” My wolf whimpered, his tail giving a tentative wag.
“Actions speak louder than words,” Isabelle said. Her voice was a little softer now, but still cautious.
“Prove your loyalty, Beta. Fight for this pack. Fight for Rowan. Fight for… Catrina. And then… we’ll see.”
She turned and plunged back into the battle.
I followed, my wolf surging with a renewed determination.
I would earn back her trust, even if it meant facing the darkest depths of Damien’s magic, even if it meant sacrificing everything.
The battle raged around us, a symphony of snarls and screams, of clashing claws and the stench of blood and fear.
We fought side by side, Mondragon and Northern wolves united against a common enemy.
The ground was slick with blood, the air thick with the scent of death.
But amidst the horror, there was a strange kind of beauty, a fierce grace in the way the wolves moved, their bodies honed by centuries of instinct, their loyalty to their pack, their Alpha, unwavering.
I saw a young Mondragon warrior, barely more than a pup, fall beneath the claws of a hulking shadow creature.
Rage surged through me, and I tore into the creature, my wolf’s fury fueled by the need to protect, to avenge.
I ripped and tore, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my teeth, the hot spray of blood against my fur.
The creature dissolved into mist, but the taste of blood lingered on my tongue, a bitter reminder of the cost of this battle, the sacrifices we were making.
The pack was strong, but we were outnumbered. Damien’s magic seemed to have no end, his shadow warriors regenerating, reforming, their red eyes burning with a malevolent hunger.
!We can’t win this. Not alone.” My wolf whined, a tremor of fear shaking his resolve.
But even as fear threatened to take hold, a memory flashed through my mind. Catrina’s words whispered in the darkness of the forest, a secret she’d entrusted to me, a hope that had flickered even in the face of despair.
“She’s the key. She’s the one Damien fears.”
I had to believe her. I had to trust that she, with her strange omega magic, her connection to the spirit realm, could find a way to defeat Damien, to bring Lucas back, to restore balance to our shattered world.
I caught a glimpse of Isabelle across the battlefield. She was wounded, blood staining her flank, but she didn’t falter.
She was an Alpha, a leader, and she wouldn’t yield, not even to the darkest magic.
I pushed myself harder, my wolf fueled by the need to reach her, to protect her, to prove myself worthy of her trust, her forgiveness.
I fought my way through the throng of shadow warriors, their claws and fangs scraping against my fur, their red eyes burning with a hatred that mirrored my own.
I felt a searing pain in my shoulder, a claw ripping through muscle, but I barely registered it.
The adrenaline, the primal urge to fight, to survive, to protect, numbed the pain, fueled my every move.
“For Isabelle. For the pack.”
I roared, my wolf’s voice echoing through the chamber.
And as I fought, as I bled, as I pushed myself beyond the limits of exhaustion, a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness, whispered a promise of redemption.
A chance to atone for my sins, a possibility of a future where love, loyalty, and the unwavering bond of the pack, might just be enough to conquer the shadows..
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