The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 151: Chapter 151

Rowan POV:
“Rowan! Get your lazy butt down here! Practice starts in an hour, and you’re not going to be late again!”
Dad’s voice boomed through the house, dragging me awake.
I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. The scent of pine and leather, my own wolf’s scent, was comforting.
What… what happened? My wolf grumbled, confused. Where are we?
I opened my eyes and blinked against the sunlight.
I saw the familiar posters on my bedroom walls— some people playing football, a cheesy quote about winning, a faded picture of Mom.
Her smile was a sad reminder of the emptiness that had always been in my life.
It was my old room. The room I’d slept in before…
My wolf whimpered. There was an ache in my chest, a longing for a scent, a touch, a presence… but the memory was fuzzy, almost gone.
I sat up, my head pounding. I felt tired, a bone-deep weariness that was more than just teenage laziness.
“What’s wrong, Rowan? You feel… off.” My wolf growled, his voice laced with worry.
He could sense the darkness lingering at the edge of my mind, a whisper of a memory, a dream, a nightmare, that I couldn’t grasp.
I glanced at the clock. 7:30 am. Practice. Right.
I was the star quarterback, the Alpha heir, the golden boy with the world at his feet.
It’s all back to normal. Just like it was before.
But even as I told myself that, even as I got ready for practice, a feeling of unease lingered. Something felt… missing.
I trudged downstairs to the kitchen, the smell of bacon and coffee doing little to lift my mood.
Dad and Jarrett were already at the table, a spread of food laid out – a typical Magnus breakfast, heavy on protein and carbs.
Dad was reading the newspaper, his brow furrowed, his Alpha aura radiating disapproval even before he looked up.
“You’re late.”
His voice was a low growl, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about breakfast.
“Sorry, Dad,” I mumbled, grabbing a bagel. I usually inhaled food before practice, but this morning, I wasn’t hungry.
“You’re not hungry, Rowan. And you’re… sad?” My wolf whimpered, confused.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Rowan,” Dad growled, his voice making the dishes on the table rattle. “You’re the Alpha heir. You have to set an example. You have to be… better.”
Jarrett, my easygoing uncle, chuckled from behind his newspaper.
“Give the pup a break, Marcus,” he said, his voice a warm rumble. “He’s just a kid. Let him enjoy his senior year.”
Dad glared at him. “He’s not just a kid, Jarrett. He’s a Magnus. An Alpha in training. He needs to learn responsibility, discipline.”
He turned his icy stare back to me. “You’re the future of this pack, Rowan. Don’t forget that. You have to be ready to lead, to protect, to make tough decisions.”
His words, a familiar lecture, made a flicker of rebellion burn in my chest.
Why does he always have to be so serious? Can’t I just enjoy being a teenager?
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, looking down at my plate. I couldn’t meet his gaze. His disapproval felt like a heavy weight.
“I won’t be late again.”
“See? He’s a good pup, Marcus.” Jarrett winked at me from behind his coffee mug. “Just needs a little reminding now and then.”
I shoved the rest of the bagel into my backpack.
My stomach was in knots. Practice. The football field. The roar of the crowd. The thrill of the game.
That was my life. That was who I was. Rowan Magnus, star athlete, destined for greatness.
But something’s missing. My wolf whispered, a sad echo in my heart.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something was missing. It was a hollow ache, a longing for something I couldn’t name.
I pushed the thought away, focusing on the familiar routine – the smell of sweat and grass, my teammates’ jokes, Coach Davis’s barking commands.
But even as I ran drills, threw passes, and dodged tackles, the emptiness stayed with me.
It was a hollow ache, a longing for something I couldn’t name.
All because that strange dream, and the scent of lavender and vanilla haunted me.
“Who is she, Rowan? The silver she-wolf in your dreams… who is she?” My wolf whimpered, a yearning in his voice.
I shook my head, trying to forget the dream, the scent, the feeling.
Focus, Rowan. Focus on the game. That’s all that matters.
The day went by in a blur of classes, practice, and parties.
I was the most popular guy in school. Everyone wanted to be my friend, to impress me.
But I still felt empty inside.
The scent of lavender and vanilla lingered, a reminder of something lost, something I couldn’t quite remember.
You’re obsessed, Rowan. It’s just a scent, a dream. It doesn’t mean anything.
But even as I tried to convince myself, a part of me, deep down, craved that scent, that connection.
What are you thinking, Rowan? You’re a Magnus. An Alpha. Love is for the weak.
Dad’s voice echoed in my head, reminding me of the path laid out for me, a path of power, of dominance. Love was a weakness, something to be avoided.
But a tiny voice, a whisper of doubt, of longing, nagged at me. It wouldn’t go away.
And as I stood in the crowded gymnasium, the music pounding, the scent of sweat and teenagers perfume thick in the air.
My gaze scanning the sea of faces, searching for… something, someone.
I couldn’t quite define, a feeling of anticipation, of destiny, of a long-forgotten promise, a pull towards the unknown, I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that my life was about to change.
She’s here, Rowan. My wolf growled, excitement and apprehension in his voice. His senses were on high alert, his amber eyes searching.
“She’s here. And everything… is about to change.”