The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 143: Chapter 143
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Isabelle POV:
“We have to get to Rowan and Catrina!” I yelled.
My voice was almost lost in the roar of the battle, the clash of claws and teeth, the snarls and howls echoing through the chamber.
The air crackled with magic, thick with the stench of blood and fear. The ancient symbols on the walls glowed a green, casting twisted shadows that danced.
Damien’s power pulsed all around us.
My wolf, a powerful silver creature with eyes like storm clouds, paced restlessly inside me.
Her instincts screamed a warning, her claws itching to fight, to protect her pack, her Alpha, her… mate?
The thought surfaced, unwanted and unbidden.
It was a dangerous thought, one that challenged the walls I’d built around my heart.
Walls that shielded me from the messy complications of love, from the vulnerability of a bond that defied logic, tradition, and the duty that defined my life as the Mondragon Alpha.
No. He’s not my mate. He’s Catrina’s. He chose her.
The truth was a bitter pill to swallow.
The wound, a dull ache in my heart, mirrored the pain in my chest from a stray claw, a careless blow from one of Damien’s shadow warriors.
But even as I fought, as I led my pack, a part of me yearned for him, for Rowan.
The scent of him—pine, woodsmoke, and raw power—lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what could have been.
“He made his choice, Isabelle. He chose love over duty, passion over power. And now… he’s paying the price.”
My wolf’s voice was cold, reminding me of the harsh realities of our world, the consequences of defying the ancient laws.
But another voice, softer, more hopeful, whispered in my heart.
“He needs you, Isabelle. He needs your strength.”
I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I couldn’t afford to be soft, not now.
“Focus, Isabelle. Focus on the fight. On the pack. On surviving this nightmare.”
I slashed at a shadow warrior, my silver claws a blur, a spray of dark blood splattering across my fur. The stench of it mingled with the acrid scent of magic.
It was a power that felt alien, yet… familiar. Like the ancient magic that slumbered within my own Mondragon blood.
Beside me, Carson fought with a ferocity I’d never witnessed before, his movements fluid, his focus unwavering, his golden eyes, usually so calm, so calculating, now blazing with a primal fire that both awed and disturbed me.
He’d been a different wolf since our encounter in my office, since I’d rejected his offer, his… sacrifice, his desperate attempt to protect me, to secure the future of the Mondragon pack, by offering himself as a… a pawn in King Alaric’s power games.
He’d redeemed himself, Carson, proving his loyalty not with words, but with actions, with each fallen shadow warrior, each selfless act of courage, each time he risked his own life to shield mine.
His wolf’s devotion shining through the darkness of his betrayal, a beacon of hope in a world that seemed determined to tear us apart.
“You fight well, Carson,” I said, my voice a low growl as we took down another shadow creature. It dissolved into mist, its red eyes fading.
He glanced at me, his expression a mix of gratitude and a shame that tugged at my heart, a reminder of the pain I’d caused.
The wounds I’d inflicted, with my own harsh words, my own inability to see beyond his betrayal, to recognize his loyalty, the sincerity of his affections.
“He loves you, Isabelle.” My wolf’s voice, softer now, a hint of sadness lacing her tone. “He always has.”
“I almost lost myself, Alpha,”
Carson admitted, his voice gruff, his gaze falling to the blood staining his fur, a testament to the battles he’d fought, the sacrifices he’d made, to reclaim his honor, to prove his worth.
“But you… you gave me a second chance. I won’t waste it.”
I nodded, a silent acknowledgment passing between us.
“It seems I misjudged you, Carson,” I said, my voice softening a bit. “I won’t deny that your actions… hurt me. Betrayal cuts deep, especially from someone I considered a friend, a confidant.”
“I understand, Alpha,” he murmured, his gaze downcast, shame flickering in his eyes.
“I was… a fool. Blinded by my own desires, my need to protect you, to save the pack. I forgot what truly mattered—honor, loyalty, trust.”
“Your actions now speak louder than any apology, Carson,” I conceded, my gaze meeting his, a flicker of respect warming the coldness in my eyes.
“You’ve fought bravely, selflessly. You’ve proven your loyalty. But trust… trust is a fragile thing, easily broken, hard to mend.”
“I know, Alpha,” he said, his voice steady, his gaze holding mine, a silent plea for understanding, for forgiveness.
“I’ll do everything in my power to earn back your trust. Every breath, every heartbeat, every battle fought by your side… it’ll be a testament to my loyalty, to my devotion to you, to the Mondragon pack.”
His words resonated with my own wolf, a flicker of hope that perhaps, in time, the wounds could heal, the bond could be reforged.
But there was no time for thinking about the past, not now, not while the present demanded our full attention, not while the fate of our pack hung in the balance.
“We have to get to them, Carson,”
I said, my voice sharp, my gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene, the clash of silver and shadow, the roar of wolves, a symphony of violence that made my wolf snarl.
“Rowan and Catrina… they need our help.” He nodded.
“Lead the way, Alpha,” he said, his voice firm.
We fought our way through the throng of shadow warriors, their forms shifting, their red eyes burning with a malevolent hunger that mirrored Damien’s own twisted desires.
The air crackled with magic, with the stench of blood and fear, a heady mix that both fueled and repelled me.
A reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume our world, a darkness that only we, the wolves, the guardians of the ancient balance, could hold at bay.
“We are warriors, Isabelle. We are protectors. This is our duty, our destiny.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble that echoed through my very being.
We reached the heart of the chamber, where the magical energy was strongest.
And there, amidst the chaos, I saw them. Rowan and Catrina.
But they were different. Changed.
Catrina… She was a silver she-wolf, her fur gleaming, her amber eyes flecked with gold, burning with power. She moved with a grace and strength that made my own wolf whimper in awe.
“She’s… magnificent.” My wolf breathed.
“By the Moon Goddess…” I whispered, my voice barely a sound in the roar of the battle.
And as I watched her fight, her every move radiating power, I knew, with a certainty that went beyond words, that the tide was turning.
The darkness wouldn’t win. Love would prevail.
And our pack, our world… would be reborn.
“We have to get to Rowan and Catrina!” I yelled.
My voice was almost lost in the roar of the battle, the clash of claws and teeth, the snarls and howls echoing through the chamber.
The air crackled with magic, thick with the stench of blood and fear. The ancient symbols on the walls glowed a green, casting twisted shadows that danced.
Damien’s power pulsed all around us.
My wolf, a powerful silver creature with eyes like storm clouds, paced restlessly inside me.
Her instincts screamed a warning, her claws itching to fight, to protect her pack, her Alpha, her… mate?
The thought surfaced, unwanted and unbidden.
It was a dangerous thought, one that challenged the walls I’d built around my heart.
Walls that shielded me from the messy complications of love, from the vulnerability of a bond that defied logic, tradition, and the duty that defined my life as the Mondragon Alpha.
No. He’s not my mate. He’s Catrina’s. He chose her.
The truth was a bitter pill to swallow.
The wound, a dull ache in my heart, mirrored the pain in my chest from a stray claw, a careless blow from one of Damien’s shadow warriors.
But even as I fought, as I led my pack, a part of me yearned for him, for Rowan.
The scent of him—pine, woodsmoke, and raw power—lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what could have been.
“He made his choice, Isabelle. He chose love over duty, passion over power. And now… he’s paying the price.”
My wolf’s voice was cold, reminding me of the harsh realities of our world, the consequences of defying the ancient laws.
But another voice, softer, more hopeful, whispered in my heart.
“He needs you, Isabelle. He needs your strength.”
I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I couldn’t afford to be soft, not now.
“Focus, Isabelle. Focus on the fight. On the pack. On surviving this nightmare.”
I slashed at a shadow warrior, my silver claws a blur, a spray of dark blood splattering across my fur. The stench of it mingled with the acrid scent of magic.
It was a power that felt alien, yet… familiar. Like the ancient magic that slumbered within my own Mondragon blood.
Beside me, Carson fought with a ferocity I’d never witnessed before, his movements fluid, his focus unwavering, his golden eyes, usually so calm, so calculating, now blazing with a primal fire that both awed and disturbed me.
He’d been a different wolf since our encounter in my office, since I’d rejected his offer, his… sacrifice, his desperate attempt to protect me, to secure the future of the Mondragon pack, by offering himself as a… a pawn in King Alaric’s power games.
He’d redeemed himself, Carson, proving his loyalty not with words, but with actions, with each fallen shadow warrior, each selfless act of courage, each time he risked his own life to shield mine.
His wolf’s devotion shining through the darkness of his betrayal, a beacon of hope in a world that seemed determined to tear us apart.
“You fight well, Carson,” I said, my voice a low growl as we took down another shadow creature. It dissolved into mist, its red eyes fading.
He glanced at me, his expression a mix of gratitude and a shame that tugged at my heart, a reminder of the pain I’d caused.
The wounds I’d inflicted, with my own harsh words, my own inability to see beyond his betrayal, to recognize his loyalty, the sincerity of his affections.
“He loves you, Isabelle.” My wolf’s voice, softer now, a hint of sadness lacing her tone. “He always has.”
“I almost lost myself, Alpha,”
Carson admitted, his voice gruff, his gaze falling to the blood staining his fur, a testament to the battles he’d fought, the sacrifices he’d made, to reclaim his honor, to prove his worth.
“But you… you gave me a second chance. I won’t waste it.”
I nodded, a silent acknowledgment passing between us.
“It seems I misjudged you, Carson,” I said, my voice softening a bit. “I won’t deny that your actions… hurt me. Betrayal cuts deep, especially from someone I considered a friend, a confidant.”
“I understand, Alpha,” he murmured, his gaze downcast, shame flickering in his eyes.
“I was… a fool. Blinded by my own desires, my need to protect you, to save the pack. I forgot what truly mattered—honor, loyalty, trust.”
“Your actions now speak louder than any apology, Carson,” I conceded, my gaze meeting his, a flicker of respect warming the coldness in my eyes.
“You’ve fought bravely, selflessly. You’ve proven your loyalty. But trust… trust is a fragile thing, easily broken, hard to mend.”
“I know, Alpha,” he said, his voice steady, his gaze holding mine, a silent plea for understanding, for forgiveness.
“I’ll do everything in my power to earn back your trust. Every breath, every heartbeat, every battle fought by your side… it’ll be a testament to my loyalty, to my devotion to you, to the Mondragon pack.”
His words resonated with my own wolf, a flicker of hope that perhaps, in time, the wounds could heal, the bond could be reforged.
But there was no time for thinking about the past, not now, not while the present demanded our full attention, not while the fate of our pack hung in the balance.
“We have to get to them, Carson,”
I said, my voice sharp, my gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene, the clash of silver and shadow, the roar of wolves, a symphony of violence that made my wolf snarl.
“Rowan and Catrina… they need our help.” He nodded.
“Lead the way, Alpha,” he said, his voice firm.
We fought our way through the throng of shadow warriors, their forms shifting, their red eyes burning with a malevolent hunger that mirrored Damien’s own twisted desires.
The air crackled with magic, with the stench of blood and fear, a heady mix that both fueled and repelled me.
A reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume our world, a darkness that only we, the wolves, the guardians of the ancient balance, could hold at bay.
“We are warriors, Isabelle. We are protectors. This is our duty, our destiny.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble that echoed through my very being.
We reached the heart of the chamber, where the magical energy was strongest.
And there, amidst the chaos, I saw them. Rowan and Catrina.
But they were different. Changed.
Catrina… She was a silver she-wolf, her fur gleaming, her amber eyes flecked with gold, burning with power. She moved with a grace and strength that made my own wolf whimper in awe.
“She’s… magnificent.” My wolf breathed.
“By the Moon Goddess…” I whispered, my voice barely a sound in the roar of the battle.
And as I watched her fight, her every move radiating power, I knew, with a certainty that went beyond words, that the tide was turning.
The darkness wouldn’t win. Love would prevail.
And our pack, our world… would be reborn.
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