The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Derek POV:
“For the pack!” I roared, my voice echoing through the wrecked lobby of the Magnus Hotel.
I lunged, a blur of silver fur and fangs, slamming into the leader of the mercenaries.
He went flying into a pile of broken furniture.
The air was thick with the smell of fear and adrenaline, a chaotic mix that fueled my wolf’s rage.
Thorne’s mercenaries were back. They thought they could use our grief, Rowan’s absence, to their advantage. Alistair Thorne wanted this hotel.
He wanted to wipe out our pack, our legacy.
He’s a fool. My wolf snarled as his claws raked across the mercenary’s chest, drawing a howl of pain. He thinks he can break us. He thinks money can buy everything. He doesn’t get what it means to be a pack.
There were twice as many of them this time. They were bigger, tougher, armed with guns, knives, and tasers.
They didn’t understand the power of a wolf, the primal fury that burned inside us, the loyalty that made us stronger than any human.
But even as we fought, as blood stained the floors of the hotel, I felt a new strength rising within me.
It wasn’t just physical strength. It came from the heart of the pack, from the legacy that ran deep in our blood.
We’re not just fighting for ourselves, Derek. My wolf’s voice was different now – steady, firm. It was the voice of a leader. We’re fighting for something bigger. For our home, for our pack, for Rowan’s vision for the future.
Jarrett, his grey fur matted with sweat, fought beside me, his cane a blur, his growls echoing mine. His amber eyes blazed with a fire that belied his age.
“They won’t take this from us, Derek,” he snarled, slamming his cane into a mercenary’s stomach. “This is Magnus territory. We fight to the death!”
The pack rallied around us, their howls a chorus of defiance. We were hurting, we were missing Rowan and Lucas, but we were still a pack. The bond that tied us together, the loyalty that ran deeper than blood, was stronger than ever.
I saw young Jake, a packmate barely an adult, take down a mercenary twice his size. His eyes were full of courage, and I felt a surge of pride.
I saw Mary, an packmate who had lost her mate in the fight against Marcus, fighting with a ferocity that made the toughest mercenaries back away. Her grief had become strength, her love for the pack a shield against despair.
They believe, Derek. My wolf rumbled, his voice full of awe. They believe in you. In Rowan. In the future.
It was true. They were fighting not with the desperation of cornered animals, but with the strength and determination of wolves defending their home. They believed in Rowan’s vision for a better pack, a more compassionate pack, and they were willing to fight for it.
Rowan is a good Alpha. He might not be like Marcus, but he’s the leader we need.
My own doubts vanished. The whispers of the elders, the fear that I wasn’t strong enough, it all melted away. I had to believe in Rowan. I had to believe in us.
“Hold the line!” I yelled, my voice booming through the chaos. “Fight for your pack! Fight for your Alpha! Fight for Lucas!”
The mention of Lucas’s name ignited a fire in their eyes. They wanted revenge. They wanted him back safe.
Their howls shook the ruined lobby, a challenge to Thorne, to Damien, to everything that threatened our pack.
I felt a surge of power, the strength of the pack flowing into me, making my wolf stronger, sharper. My attacks were precise, deadly.
Thorne’s mercenaries started to falter. They hadn’t expected this kind of fight, this unity. They’d underestimated the power of belief, the strength that came from fighting for something bigger than yourself.
I saw Thorne himself, his face white with terror, scrambling towards the exit, his expensive suit torn, his arrogance replaced by a primal fear that made my wolf sneer in disgust.
He doesn’t understand. He never will.
“Don’t let him escape!” I shouted, but it was too late.
Thorne disappeared through the shattered doorway, his mercenaries scattering, their retreat a chaotic scramble of fear and desperation.
We’d won.
But the victory felt bittersweet. The hotel was damaged, more scars added to its already battered facade. We were wounded, exhausted, the fear for Lucas a constant weight on our hearts.
I looked at Jarrett, his face grim, but a flicker of pride in his eyes.
“We held them off,” I said, my voice rough, my chest aching with the effort of the fight. “But they’ll be back. They’ll never stop, not until they have this hotel, until they’ve erased the Magnus name.”
“They won’t win, Derek,” Jarrett said, his voice hoarse but firm. “We won’t let them. We’ve shown them what it means to be a Magnus wolf. We’ve shown them the power of a pack, the strength of our bond.”
He looked towards the north, his gaze distant, his thoughts, I knew, with Rowan, with Catrina, with the pup who had been stolen from us.
“Rowan is fighting his own battle, Derek,” he said, his voice softer now.
“He’s facing a different kind of enemy, a darkness that we can’t even imagine. But he’s not alone. He has Catrina. He has King Korvash. And he has… us. We’re the Magnus pack. And we’ll be here, waiting for him, ready to fight alongside him, when he returns.”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat, a surge of pride and love for my brother, my Alpha, warming the chill of fear that lingered in my heart.
We were the Magnus pack. And we wouldn’t break. We wouldn’t falter. We would survive.
And when Rowan came back, when Lucas was safe, when the shadows had been vanquished, we would rebuild.
Stronger. More united. Than ever before.