The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 155: Chapter 155

Catrina POV:
“Okay, ladies, let’s take it from the top! Five, six, seven, eight!”
Sheila’s voice echoed through the gym, sharp and loud. I took my position in the front row, my heart pounding.
I was nervous, and that weird feeling of unease I'd had since running into Rowan at the dance was back, clinging to me like a shadow.
He was here again, sitting with his friends in the bleachers.
He was watching practice, but… not really. His gaze was distant, those amber eyes shadowed, his expression bored.
But there was something else there too… something more intense, that made my wolf stir, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
It was a warning, but also a strange kind of excitement.
“He’s different, Catrina. Not the same carefree guy you remember from before…” My wolf whimpered, confused.
I’d tried to talk to him after the dance, just to say hi?
I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for, but the memory of his gaze, the intensity of it, had left me feeling off balance. Like something was missing.
But he’d blown me off, his voice cold, his eyes avoiding mine.
“Hey, Rowan,” I’d said, trying to act casual.
My smile felt shaky under his stare. “Fancy seeing you here.”
He’d looked at me, his amber eyes narrowed, a flicker of… something… in his expression.
Recognition? Annoyance? Then he’d just turned away.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he’d muttered.
And then he turned back to his friends, their laughter grating on my nerves. I felt rejected, confused.
“Catrina! Pay attention! Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to move?”
Sheila’s voice snapped me back to the present. She glared at me, her eyes like lasers.
I jumped, my cheeks burning.
“She’s just a human, Catrina. Don’t let her intimidate you.” My wolf growled, her claws wanting to come out. It was a spark of that fierce wolf I’d glimpsed in that weird, vivid dream.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the routine, the music, and the other girls’ movements.
But it was hard with Rowan there, his gaze a constant weight on my back. My wolf was hyper aware of him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
“He’s your mate, Catrina. He’s calling to you.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, a mix of longing and fear.
But how could he be my mate? I barely knew him.
He was the popular guy, the football star, the Alpha’s son. Confident, outgoing, everything I wasn’t.
I was just… Catrina. The quiet girl, the one still trying to figure out who she was after the… loss. Whatever that was.
“It’s not a memory, Catrina. It’s a feeling. A pull towards him. You can’t deny it.”
My wolf was right. I couldn’t ignore the way my heart beat faster when he was near.
The way my scent seemed to intensify, the way his amber eyes, even when they weren’t looking at me directly, seemed to see right through me.
We were practicing a new routine for the last game. It was a sexy, high-energy routine, full of flips and throws.
It was meant to get the crowd excited, to show off our athleticism, our… well, our bodies.
I could feel Rowan’s eyes on me as I danced. My body moved with a grace and precision that surprised even me.
It was like my wolf was guiding my steps, her confidence shining through despite my own uncertainty.
“He likes what he sees, Catrina.” My wolf purred, pleased. “He can’t take his eyes off you.”
She was right. Even across the gym, I could feel the intensity of his gaze. A primal recognition that went beyond the human world.
“Alright, Catrina, show us that solo again! Let’s see that backflip!” Sheila shouted.
I stepped forward, the spotlight hitting me. I took a deep breath, the music pulsing through me, my heart pounding. This was my moment.
“Go for it, Catrina. Show them what you’ve got.”
I let the music take over. I spun, my skirt swirling, my hands on my hips, my gaze meeting Rowan’s across the gym.
His eyes were fixed on me again, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. It was exhilarating, scary, and… exciting.
I moved with a confidence I didn’t know I had, my body fluid and strong. I could feel his gaze burning into me, fueling the fire that was building inside me.
It was like a challenge, a silent conversation passing between us.
As the music reached its peak, I launched into a perfect backflip, landing lightly on my feet. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met again.
A spark, something electric, passed between us. It was a connection that defied logic, a whisper of a destiny I didn’t understand, a past I couldn't remember.
“He’s your mate, Catrina. He wants you.” My wolf growled, her claws digging into my palms.
She was trembling with a need that mirrored my own, a yearning for a connection that felt both forbidden and irresistible.
As the music ended, the other girls gathered around Sheila, chattering excitedly. But all I could feel was Rowan’s gaze, heavy and intense.
My wolf surged within me, a wave of power so strong it made me tremble. I wanted to… to reach out to him, to touch him, to… claim him?
“No! You can’t! He’s… he’s…”But the words wouldn’t come.
I was overwhelmed by the need to be near him, to smell him, to feel his warmth.
It was a yearning that defied logic, that broke all the rules.
“He’s your Mate, Catrina. And you’re his omega.” My wolf’s voice was a low purr, a promise of pleasure, of power, of a connection I couldn’t resist.
A destiny was unfolding, a path leading me towards the shadows, towards the unknown, towards… him.