The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 163: Chapter 163

Catrina POV:
“What the hell, Catrina? Were you trying to humiliate me?”
Brock’s words, slurred with anger, cut through my confusion.
I stared at him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the bloodshot eyes, the rumpled tuxedo, and… were those hickeys on his neck?
Dark marks that stood out against his skin. Proof of his betrayal.
“He’s drunk. And he’s been with someone else.” My wolf snarled, her voice a low rumble of disgust.
She wanted to lash out, to defend me… but defend what? A bond that didn't exist? A human who didn't want me?
Shame and anger burned inside me.
Rowan's rejection, his cold words, echoed in my mind.
“It was a mistake.” His voice, laced with regret, haunted me.
A past I couldn’t remember, a future I couldn’t escape.
I looked at Brock, the boy who’d been my boyfriend, my safe haven in the confusing world of high school.
He was human, normal, a distraction from the strange dreams, the unsettling feelings I’d had ever.
But now, I saw him for what he was. Not the sweet, goofy boy who’d chased me with flowers and compliments. But a stranger.
His scent – sweat, beer, and desperation – made my wolf recoil. His touch, once comforting, now felt invasive.
“He’s not your mate, Catrina. He’s just a cheating human.” My wolf growled, her voice fierce.
It was a rejection of the bond that had never truly been there, the illusion of a love that was… wrong.
“You’re drunk, Brock,” I said, my voice cold and flat, a shield to protect myself from the tears that threatened to spill.
“And you have some nerve accusing me of anything! Look at yourself!”
He touched the hickeys on his neck, his cheeks flushing red.
The alcohol-fueled attitude faded, and a flicker of shame crossed his face.
“I… I just… we were just… having fun, Cat,” he stammered, trying to justify himself.
“It didn’t mean anything. It was just a party.”
“Fun?” My voice rose, anger and hurt spilling over.
“You call that fun? While I’m here waiting, wondering where you are, worrying that something’s happened to you?”
“You’re a hypocrite, Brock,” I said, my voice shaking with fury.
I was surprised by my own anger, my own strength. I wouldn’t be used, not by him, not by anyone.
My wolf, the she-wolf deep inside me, craved a real bond, a true mate.
“I’m done, Brock. We’re over.”
I didn’t wait for his response. I turned and ran, the music and lights of the gym fading behind me.
I felt like I was breaking free from a cage, a chain that had been holding me back.
“Run, Catrina! Run towards your destiny!” My wolf howled, her voice a cry of freedom.
She was yearning for a connection that defied logic, a love that whispered of ancient magic, a power hidden deep within me.
I ran, blindly, recklessly, my feet pounding against the polished gym floor, the whispers, the stares, the judgments of my classmates, a meaningless buzz in my ears.
I didn’t care what they thought. Not anymore.
“He’s waiting for you, Catrina.” My wolf’s voice, a constant refrain, guided me through the darkness. “He needs you. And you… you need him.”
I burst out of the gym, the cool night air a shock to my skin.
The smell of pine and damp earth, the familiar scent of the forest, calmed me.
“Where are we going, Catrina?”
My wolf whimpered, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, a flicker of fear amidst the excitement, the anticipation, the pull towards a destiny that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
I didn’t have an answer. Not yet.
But I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that my feet were leading me towards him.
Towards Rowan, towards the Alpha whose scent haunted my dreams, whose gaze ignited a fire within me…
I kept running, past the football field, now empty and silent, the remnants of the cheering crowd, the excitement of the game, a fading memory.
The moon, full and bright, hung in the sky, casting long shadows, guiding me towards the unknown.
“He’s this way, Catrina. I can feel it.” My wolf urged, her voice a low rumble in my chest.
I didn’t question her. I didn’t try to fight the pull.
I just let my feet lead me, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
The streetlights cast a hazy glow on the empty sidewalks, the houses dark and silent, their habitants lost in their human dreams, oblivious to the drama unfolding beneath the surface.
The primal dance of wolf and fate, the pull of a bond that defied logic, that whispered of ancient magic and forbidden desires.
“He needs you, Catrina. He’s lost, confused. But he’ll accept you. He has to.”
My wolf's voice was a desperate plea, a prayer whispered into the night.
But doubt, cold and sharp, gnawed at the edges of my hope.
“What if he doesn’t? What if he rejects you? What if he doesn’t want you?”
The fear was a serpent, coiling around my heart, squeezing the breath from my lungs.
I’d felt like I'd been rejected before.
Abandoned. Left alone to deal with the pain, the confusion, the emptiness.
“He won’t reject you, Catrina. He can’t. It’s fate.”
My wolf’s voice, though still laced with uncertainty, held a note of defiance, a primal belief in the power of the mate bond, a connection that transcended the boundaries of our human world, the limitations of our conscious minds.
I slowed down, my breath catching in my throat, as I reached the edge of the forest.
The trees looming before me, their branches swaying in the night breeze, a gateway to the unknown, a portal to a destiny that I couldn’t escape.
“This is it, Catrina. This is where you choose.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, a mix of fear and excitement.
“Do you trust him? Do you trust… yourself?”
I hesitated, the weight of the decision, the unknown consequences, a heavy burden on my shoulders.
The past, a blurry canvas of fragmented memories, offered no guidance, no answers.
The present, the emptiness in my heart, the yearning for a connection I couldn’t explain.
The pull towards Rowan, a force that was both terrifying and exhilarating, was all I had to go on.
“Choose love, Catrina. Choose your destiny.”