The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 158: Chapter 158
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Catrina POV:
"Come on, Cat! It’s prom! It’s supposed to be, like, the best night of our lives! We have to go!”
Brock's voice, whiny and pleading, made my head pound even harder.
I held the phone away from my ear, trying to block out the sound. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, making my whole body feel jittery.
“I… I don’t know, Brock,” I said, my voice hesitant.
I looked out the window at the afternoon sunlight, but all I could see were the shadows from the strange, unsettling dreams that had haunted me ever since I woke up that day.
What happened to me? Why can’t I remember
“It’s just… a dance, Brock,” I said, trying to find an excuse. “A high school thing. It’s not really… me.”
Liar. My wolf snarled, her voice full of accusation.
I could feel her longing, a yearning for something I didn’t understand.
“But we’ve been planning this for months, Cat!” Brock protested. “I’ve already got the limo, the reservations at Antonio’s… I even bought you that red dress… the one you said you loved…”
His voice trailed off, and I could hear the hurt in it. I felt a pang of guilt. Brock was a good guy, sweet, always trying to please me. But…
“He’s not the one, Catrina. He’s not what you need.” My wolf growled, her voice full of frustration.
And she was right. It wasn’t Brock I’d been dreaming about.
It wasn’t his scent that lingered in my memory, making my wolf restless and my heart pound. It was Rowan.
Rowan Magnus.
The Alpha heir. The guy with the amber eyes that saw right through me, the guy whose scent – pine and leather and raw power – made me both terrified and excited.
Just thinking about him, about the accidental brush of our hands, sent shivers down my spine.
“He’s your mate, Catrina. He’s calling to you.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, echoing the longing in my own heart.
“Catrina?” Brock’s voice, hesitant and pleading, brought me back to reality. “Don’t you… don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you… love me?”
His question was like a punch to the gut. It made the truth impossible to ignore.
I didn’t love him. Not the way he loved me.
“Love? Is that what you feel for this… human? This weakling?” My wolf scoffed, her claws wanting to tear through my skin.
“I… I don’t know, Brock,” I whispered, my voice trembling. It was hard to admit, even to myself.
“I care about you. But… it’s not… it’s not the way I thought it would be. It’s not what I… need.”
“What do you need, Catrina?” he asked, his voice breaking.
I could hear the pain in it, the fear of rejection. I felt sorry for him, but I couldn’t lie to him anymore.
“I… I can’t explain it, Brock,” I said, my voice hollow. I felt empty inside, and I knew nothing would fill that emptiness except… him.
Rowan.
“He’s your Alpha. Your destiny.” My wolf’s voice was strong and sure.
“It’s just… a feeling,” I continued, trying to explain the unexplainable. “A… a knowing. A pull towards… someone… that I can’t ignore.”
“But… what about us, Catrina?” Brock pleaded.
“What about everything we’ve shared? All the… memories? The promises?”
“Promises?” My wolf snarled, restless and angry. “What promises have you made to this human? He’s not a wolf. He doesn’t understand you. He’s not your destiny.”
“I… I need some time, Brock,” I said, my voice weary. His neediness felt suffocating. “I need to figure things out. To find myself.”
Find your mate, Catrina. My wolf corrected. That’s what you need to find.
“But… prom, Catrina,” Brock pleaded, his voice desperate. “Don’t you… don’t you want to go with me? Just one last time?”
“Dance with him? When your wolf is howling for your Alpha?” My wolf scoffed, disgusted.
“I… I can’t, Brock,” I said, my voice firm. My decision was made. “I’m sorry.”
I hung up the phone, the silence deafening. My heart was pounding, my wolf was restless, and I felt a wave of guilt for hurting Brock.
But even stronger was the pull towards Rowan, the need to understand this connection, this feeling that we were meant to be together.
“He needs you, Catrina. And you need him.” My wolf purred, her voice laced with longing.
I knew she was right.
But how could I explain this to anyone? To my human friends? They wouldn’t understand.
They wouldn’t understand the pull of the mate bond, the way it defied logic, the way it made me crave Rowan even though I barely knew him.
“He’s a future Alpha, Catrina. And you’re his omega.” My wolf whispered. “It’s in your blood. You can’t fight it.”
I paced around my room, restless, my thoughts swirling. What was I going to do?
I couldn’t go to the prom with Brock, not feeling the way I did. But I couldn’t explain the truth to anyone.
“Go to the prom, Catrina.” My wolf urged. “He’ll be there. You need to see him again.”
“But what if he rejects me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
What if he didn’t feel the same pull, the same connection? What if he looked at me with disgust, with pity, the way he had after the dance?
“He won’t. He can’t. It’s fate, Catrina. Destiny.”
I knew she was right. The mate bond was powerful. It defied logic, it transcended everything else. But it was also scary.
What if he was repulsed by the idea of being mated to a weak omega like me?
I walked to the window and looked up at the moon, its silvery light in the darkening sky. I knew I was walking away from a life that wasn’t mine, a path I wasn’t meant to follow.
“He needs you, Catrina.” My wolf purred, “And you need him.”
It was a truth I could no longer deny.
"Come on, Cat! It’s prom! It’s supposed to be, like, the best night of our lives! We have to go!”
Brock's voice, whiny and pleading, made my head pound even harder.
I held the phone away from my ear, trying to block out the sound. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, making my whole body feel jittery.
“I… I don’t know, Brock,” I said, my voice hesitant.
I looked out the window at the afternoon sunlight, but all I could see were the shadows from the strange, unsettling dreams that had haunted me ever since I woke up that day.
What happened to me? Why can’t I remember
“It’s just… a dance, Brock,” I said, trying to find an excuse. “A high school thing. It’s not really… me.”
Liar. My wolf snarled, her voice full of accusation.
I could feel her longing, a yearning for something I didn’t understand.
“But we’ve been planning this for months, Cat!” Brock protested. “I’ve already got the limo, the reservations at Antonio’s… I even bought you that red dress… the one you said you loved…”
His voice trailed off, and I could hear the hurt in it. I felt a pang of guilt. Brock was a good guy, sweet, always trying to please me. But…
“He’s not the one, Catrina. He’s not what you need.” My wolf growled, her voice full of frustration.
And she was right. It wasn’t Brock I’d been dreaming about.
It wasn’t his scent that lingered in my memory, making my wolf restless and my heart pound. It was Rowan.
Rowan Magnus.
The Alpha heir. The guy with the amber eyes that saw right through me, the guy whose scent – pine and leather and raw power – made me both terrified and excited.
Just thinking about him, about the accidental brush of our hands, sent shivers down my spine.
“He’s your mate, Catrina. He’s calling to you.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, echoing the longing in my own heart.
“Catrina?” Brock’s voice, hesitant and pleading, brought me back to reality. “Don’t you… don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you… love me?”
His question was like a punch to the gut. It made the truth impossible to ignore.
I didn’t love him. Not the way he loved me.
“Love? Is that what you feel for this… human? This weakling?” My wolf scoffed, her claws wanting to tear through my skin.
“I… I don’t know, Brock,” I whispered, my voice trembling. It was hard to admit, even to myself.
“I care about you. But… it’s not… it’s not the way I thought it would be. It’s not what I… need.”
“What do you need, Catrina?” he asked, his voice breaking.
I could hear the pain in it, the fear of rejection. I felt sorry for him, but I couldn’t lie to him anymore.
“I… I can’t explain it, Brock,” I said, my voice hollow. I felt empty inside, and I knew nothing would fill that emptiness except… him.
Rowan.
“He’s your Alpha. Your destiny.” My wolf’s voice was strong and sure.
“It’s just… a feeling,” I continued, trying to explain the unexplainable. “A… a knowing. A pull towards… someone… that I can’t ignore.”
“But… what about us, Catrina?” Brock pleaded.
“What about everything we’ve shared? All the… memories? The promises?”
“Promises?” My wolf snarled, restless and angry. “What promises have you made to this human? He’s not a wolf. He doesn’t understand you. He’s not your destiny.”
“I… I need some time, Brock,” I said, my voice weary. His neediness felt suffocating. “I need to figure things out. To find myself.”
Find your mate, Catrina. My wolf corrected. That’s what you need to find.
“But… prom, Catrina,” Brock pleaded, his voice desperate. “Don’t you… don’t you want to go with me? Just one last time?”
“Dance with him? When your wolf is howling for your Alpha?” My wolf scoffed, disgusted.
“I… I can’t, Brock,” I said, my voice firm. My decision was made. “I’m sorry.”
I hung up the phone, the silence deafening. My heart was pounding, my wolf was restless, and I felt a wave of guilt for hurting Brock.
But even stronger was the pull towards Rowan, the need to understand this connection, this feeling that we were meant to be together.
“He needs you, Catrina. And you need him.” My wolf purred, her voice laced with longing.
I knew she was right.
But how could I explain this to anyone? To my human friends? They wouldn’t understand.
They wouldn’t understand the pull of the mate bond, the way it defied logic, the way it made me crave Rowan even though I barely knew him.
“He’s a future Alpha, Catrina. And you’re his omega.” My wolf whispered. “It’s in your blood. You can’t fight it.”
I paced around my room, restless, my thoughts swirling. What was I going to do?
I couldn’t go to the prom with Brock, not feeling the way I did. But I couldn’t explain the truth to anyone.
“Go to the prom, Catrina.” My wolf urged. “He’ll be there. You need to see him again.”
“But what if he rejects me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
What if he didn’t feel the same pull, the same connection? What if he looked at me with disgust, with pity, the way he had after the dance?
“He won’t. He can’t. It’s fate, Catrina. Destiny.”
I knew she was right. The mate bond was powerful. It defied logic, it transcended everything else. But it was also scary.
What if he was repulsed by the idea of being mated to a weak omega like me?
I walked to the window and looked up at the moon, its silvery light in the darkening sky. I knew I was walking away from a life that wasn’t mine, a path I wasn’t meant to follow.
“He needs you, Catrina.” My wolf purred, “And you need him.”
It was a truth I could no longer deny.
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