The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 168: Chapter 168
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Catrina POV:
“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, Catrina? This city… it’s overwhelming. And you haven’t been yourself lately.”
Mom’s voice over the phone was full of worry.
I hurried through the crowds on campus, the sidewalks packed with students.
Their laughter and chatter was a mix of noise, and the smells—exhaust fumes, cheap pizza, a thousand different perfumes—were overwhelming.
“Mom, I’ll be fine,” I insisted, forcing a smile.
I looked around at the unfamiliar buildings and sprawling lawns, my wolf restless and uneasy. Her claws dug into my palms.
“It’s just orientation. Lots of new people. It’s a bit much. But I need to do this on my own.”
She’s right, Catrina. You can handle this. It’s just a college. Full of… humans.
My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, a mix of encouragement and warning.
This wasn't our world. But it was the world I’d chosen.
College. A fresh start.
A chance to escape the whispers, the memories that haunted me, the ghost of a love I couldn’t forget.
“He’s here, Catrina.” My wolf growled, making my heart jump. “I can smell him. Rowan.”
My gaze darted through the crowd, and then I saw him. He was leaning against a brick wall, his broad shoulders, his dark hair, his amber eyes… so familiar.
I felt a pull towards him, a connection that defied logic, that tugged at the walls I’d built around my heart.
“He’s watching you.” My wolf purred, a mix of excitement and fear in her voice. “He misses you.”
I pushed the thought away. He couldn’t remember. He’d chosen to forget.
He’d said it himself.
“It was a mistake.”
His words, cold and sharp, echoed in my mind.
They were a reminder of the pain, the rejection, the emptiness, I’d felt ever since that night at the prom.
The night I’d run into the forest, searching for him, hoping…
“He doesn’t want you, Catrina.” The voice of doubt, a whisper of the old prejudice against omegas, echoed in my head. “He’s an Alpha. You’re just… a broken omega.”
“I’ll call you later, Mom,” I said, forcing a smile, my voice too bright.
I hurried towards the registration building, my heart pounding, my wolf pacing restlessly, her claws digging into my palms. My gaze stayed fixed on Rowan.
“He’s coming this way. My wolf growled, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t know. I just knew I had to see him. To talk to him.
To understand why he affected me so strongly. Why his presence stirred this deep yearning inside me, this connection that defied logic, this feeling that we had a shared past that I couldn’t remember.
We collided at the entrance to the building, bumping into each other.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. It was a spark of recognition, of something familiar that made my wolf whine with a mix of desire and apprehension.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, looking down, my cheeks burning.
I couldn't see his eyes. Not with my heart pounding like this, not with my wolf practically screaming inside me.
“Excuse me.”
I tried to move past him, to escape the intensity of his presence, the scent of pine and leather that made my head spin.
But he blocked my path, his tall frame a wall in front of me.
His amber eyes, the eyes that haunted my dreams, were fixed on me. It was a question, a challenge.
“He wants you, Catrina. He’s just hiding it.” My wolf growled, a spark of hope in her voice.
“Catrina, right?” he asked. His voice was a low rumble, a little hesitant.
His gaze searched my face, like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“Catrina… Blanc?”
“Yes,” I whispered, looking away. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
He was a werewolf, an Alpha. A creature of power and instinct. It made me feel weak, vulnerable.
“That’s me.”
“I… I thought so,” he said, his voice softer now.
There was a flicker of… what was it? Regret? Longing?
It was a glimpse of something beneath his usual confident, untouchable facade.
“You… you look… different.”
“Different?” I echoed.
I felt a surge of defiance, a need to push him away, to maintain the distance between us.
“He’s lying, Catrina. He remembers. He’s just… afraid.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble of hope.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered. My heart was racing, my cheeks burning. My wolf’s claws dug into my palms.
Part of me wanted to run towards him, but another part, the human part, craved safety, normalcy.
“It’s… nothing. I’ve just been… sick. That’s all.”
“Sick?” He frowned, his gaze intensifying, like he was trying to see through my lie.
“I’m… sorry,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble.
His eyes held mine for a long moment, and I felt a connection spark between us, a flicker of recognition.
And then, just as quickly, it was gone.
His expression hardened, his amber eyes turning cold and distant. It was like a wall slammed down between us.
“Well… I should… I should get going,” he muttered, his gaze darting away.
I could see the tension in his body, smell the restlessness of his wolf.
“Good luck with college, Catrina. I hope… I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
And then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
His scent lingered for a moment, a phantom touch.
“He’s running, Catrina. Running from you. From himself. From his destiny.” My wolf growled, her voice a mix of anger and sadness.
I stood there, frozen, watching him go. My heart ached with rejection.
He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t care. The voice of doubt whispered in my mind, cold and sharp.
But just as despair threatened to end me, a memory, vivid and terrifying, flashed through my mind.
I saw a silver she-wolf, her eyes blazing with power, her fangs bared, her claws dripping with blood.
She was fighting a shadowy figure, his laughter echoing through a crumbling temple.
And in the distance, a baby cried, a thin, piercing wail that tore at my heart.
The vision vanished, leaving me shaken and disoriented.
My heart pounded, and my breath came in ragged gasps.
“What was that?” My wolf whimpered, her voice full of fear. “What did we see?”
I didn’t know. Not yet. But it felt like a warning, a glimpse of a darkness that was coming, a destiny I couldn’t escape.
And somehow, I knew that Rowan Magnus, the Alpha heir, the wolf who had rejected me, was the key to understanding it all.
The weight of his presence settled over me as I joined the throng of students, their chatter a meaningless buzz in my ears.
Ashley, my bubbly friend, linked her arm with mine, her scent a mix of flowery perfume and nervous excitement.
“Come on, Cat,” she chirped, her voice full of enthusiasm.
“Let’s go get our schedules! I can’t wait to see what classes we have together!”
I tried to smile, to match her excitement, but it felt fake, forced.
She has no idea. My wolf sighed, her voice a mournful echo in the hollow spaces of my heart.
She doesn’t know about the darkness, the danger, the destiny that awaits us.
“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, Catrina? This city… it’s overwhelming. And you haven’t been yourself lately.”
Mom’s voice over the phone was full of worry.
I hurried through the crowds on campus, the sidewalks packed with students.
Their laughter and chatter was a mix of noise, and the smells—exhaust fumes, cheap pizza, a thousand different perfumes—were overwhelming.
“Mom, I’ll be fine,” I insisted, forcing a smile.
I looked around at the unfamiliar buildings and sprawling lawns, my wolf restless and uneasy. Her claws dug into my palms.
“It’s just orientation. Lots of new people. It’s a bit much. But I need to do this on my own.”
She’s right, Catrina. You can handle this. It’s just a college. Full of… humans.
My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, a mix of encouragement and warning.
This wasn't our world. But it was the world I’d chosen.
College. A fresh start.
A chance to escape the whispers, the memories that haunted me, the ghost of a love I couldn’t forget.
“He’s here, Catrina.” My wolf growled, making my heart jump. “I can smell him. Rowan.”
My gaze darted through the crowd, and then I saw him. He was leaning against a brick wall, his broad shoulders, his dark hair, his amber eyes… so familiar.
I felt a pull towards him, a connection that defied logic, that tugged at the walls I’d built around my heart.
“He’s watching you.” My wolf purred, a mix of excitement and fear in her voice. “He misses you.”
I pushed the thought away. He couldn’t remember. He’d chosen to forget.
He’d said it himself.
“It was a mistake.”
His words, cold and sharp, echoed in my mind.
They were a reminder of the pain, the rejection, the emptiness, I’d felt ever since that night at the prom.
The night I’d run into the forest, searching for him, hoping…
“He doesn’t want you, Catrina.” The voice of doubt, a whisper of the old prejudice against omegas, echoed in my head. “He’s an Alpha. You’re just… a broken omega.”
“I’ll call you later, Mom,” I said, forcing a smile, my voice too bright.
I hurried towards the registration building, my heart pounding, my wolf pacing restlessly, her claws digging into my palms. My gaze stayed fixed on Rowan.
“He’s coming this way. My wolf growled, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. “What are you going to do?”
I didn’t know. I just knew I had to see him. To talk to him.
To understand why he affected me so strongly. Why his presence stirred this deep yearning inside me, this connection that defied logic, this feeling that we had a shared past that I couldn’t remember.
We collided at the entrance to the building, bumping into each other.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. It was a spark of recognition, of something familiar that made my wolf whine with a mix of desire and apprehension.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, looking down, my cheeks burning.
I couldn't see his eyes. Not with my heart pounding like this, not with my wolf practically screaming inside me.
“Excuse me.”
I tried to move past him, to escape the intensity of his presence, the scent of pine and leather that made my head spin.
But he blocked my path, his tall frame a wall in front of me.
His amber eyes, the eyes that haunted my dreams, were fixed on me. It was a question, a challenge.
“He wants you, Catrina. He’s just hiding it.” My wolf growled, a spark of hope in her voice.
“Catrina, right?” he asked. His voice was a low rumble, a little hesitant.
His gaze searched my face, like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
“Catrina… Blanc?”
“Yes,” I whispered, looking away. I couldn’t meet his gaze.
He was a werewolf, an Alpha. A creature of power and instinct. It made me feel weak, vulnerable.
“That’s me.”
“I… I thought so,” he said, his voice softer now.
There was a flicker of… what was it? Regret? Longing?
It was a glimpse of something beneath his usual confident, untouchable facade.
“You… you look… different.”
“Different?” I echoed.
I felt a surge of defiance, a need to push him away, to maintain the distance between us.
“He’s lying, Catrina. He remembers. He’s just… afraid.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble of hope.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered. My heart was racing, my cheeks burning. My wolf’s claws dug into my palms.
Part of me wanted to run towards him, but another part, the human part, craved safety, normalcy.
“It’s… nothing. I’ve just been… sick. That’s all.”
“Sick?” He frowned, his gaze intensifying, like he was trying to see through my lie.
“I’m… sorry,” he finally said, his voice a low rumble.
His eyes held mine for a long moment, and I felt a connection spark between us, a flicker of recognition.
And then, just as quickly, it was gone.
His expression hardened, his amber eyes turning cold and distant. It was like a wall slammed down between us.
“Well… I should… I should get going,” he muttered, his gaze darting away.
I could see the tension in his body, smell the restlessness of his wolf.
“Good luck with college, Catrina. I hope… I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
And then he turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
His scent lingered for a moment, a phantom touch.
“He’s running, Catrina. Running from you. From himself. From his destiny.” My wolf growled, her voice a mix of anger and sadness.
I stood there, frozen, watching him go. My heart ached with rejection.
He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t care. The voice of doubt whispered in my mind, cold and sharp.
But just as despair threatened to end me, a memory, vivid and terrifying, flashed through my mind.
I saw a silver she-wolf, her eyes blazing with power, her fangs bared, her claws dripping with blood.
She was fighting a shadowy figure, his laughter echoing through a crumbling temple.
And in the distance, a baby cried, a thin, piercing wail that tore at my heart.
The vision vanished, leaving me shaken and disoriented.
My heart pounded, and my breath came in ragged gasps.
“What was that?” My wolf whimpered, her voice full of fear. “What did we see?”
I didn’t know. Not yet. But it felt like a warning, a glimpse of a darkness that was coming, a destiny I couldn’t escape.
And somehow, I knew that Rowan Magnus, the Alpha heir, the wolf who had rejected me, was the key to understanding it all.
The weight of his presence settled over me as I joined the throng of students, their chatter a meaningless buzz in my ears.
Ashley, my bubbly friend, linked her arm with mine, her scent a mix of flowery perfume and nervous excitement.
“Come on, Cat,” she chirped, her voice full of enthusiasm.
“Let’s go get our schedules! I can’t wait to see what classes we have together!”
I tried to smile, to match her excitement, but it felt fake, forced.
She has no idea. My wolf sighed, her voice a mournful echo in the hollow spaces of my heart.
She doesn’t know about the darkness, the danger, the destiny that awaits us.
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