The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 184: Chapter 184
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Rowan POV:
“Romeo and Juliet? Seriously? It’s so cliché. Every high school English class does this play.”
Emma rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the coffee table.
We were sprawled in her living room, textbooks and papers scattered everywhere. We’d just finished off a pizza, but the air was thick with tension, not the smell of pepperoni.
It made my wolf restless, his claws wanting to dig into the carpet.
My eyes darted between Catrina and Emma, a dangerous dance of desire and duty.
“They’re both here, Rowan.”
My wolf growled, his voice a low rumble, a mix of excitement and worry.
“It’s a classic for a reason, Emma,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
Her presence, her scent, her touch, it all sparked a fire inside me, I was trying to put out.
Focus, Rowan. You made a choice.
You have to stick to it.
“Shakespeare’s themes… love, betrayal, fate… they’re timeless. They speak to everyone.”
My eyes met Catrina’s for a split second. Her amber eyes were stormy, a mix of confusion and longing. It made my heart ache.
“She feels it, too, Rowan. You can’t deny it forever.”
“Yeah, well, maybe some people are more interested in… modern love stories,”
Emma said sarcastically. It made my wolf growl. He was getting possessive.
She leaned closer, her blonde hair brushing my arm. Her perfume was strong and expensive, but it made my stomach churn.
It was nothing compared to Catrina’s delicate lavender and vanilla scent.
“Maybe… some people prefer happy endings,” she continued, her gaze lingering on me.
“Don’t you agree, Rowan?”
“I… I guess so,” I mumbled, looking away. I couldn’t meet her eyes.
Her touch, her scent… it was suffocating. I felt trapped.
“She’s not the one, Rowan. She’ll never be the one.” My wolf snarled, his claws digging into the carpet.
He wanted Catrina, craved her. Emma couldn’t satisfy the longing, the need, that burned inside him.
“So, what are your ideas for the project, Catrina?” Brock asked, his voice loud and eager.
His eyes were glued to her, and it made my wolf bristle.
“Maybe we could… act out a scene? A modern version of Romeo and Juliet? I could be Romeo, and you could be… Juliet?” He grinned, but his blue eyes seemed empty, shallow.
“I’m not really into acting, Brock,” Catrina said quietly, her eyes focused on the book in her lap.
Her fingers traced the worn spine nervously. Her scent, lavender and vanilla, was a sweet torture, a reminder of the love I’d tried to forget.
“Maybe we could… focus on the symbolism? The themes of love and fate and… sacrifice?”
Her words, spoken with a longing that mirrored my own, hit me hard. She was talking about the deeper meaning of the play, the things that resonated with our own story, as werewolves amongst all these humans.
“Symbolism? That’s so… boring,” Emma scoffed, reaching out to touch my arm.
Her fingers trailed down my bicep, a possessive gesture that made me want to pull away.
“Let’s do something… more exciting. More passionate. More real.”
She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes, a reminder of the fake love story we were supposed to be living.
“She’s not the one, Rowan. Stop this. Stop leading her on. Stop hurting yourself… and hurting her.”
But I couldn’t say the words. I was trapped in this web of my own making, a prisoner of my desires, of my wolf’s need for Catrina.
“I… I think Catrina’s idea is good,” I said, my gaze fixed on the book.
I couldn’t look at Emma, couldn’t face her disappointment, her jealousy.
“We should focus on the themes. The deeper meaning.”
“Fine,” Emma huffed, pulling her hand away.
I was relieved to be free of her touch, her scent, her expectations.
“But I’m not writing about boring symbolism. I’m going to focus on the… romance. The passion. The tragedy.”
She glanced at me, a sly smile on her lips, a challenge in her eyes.
It was a reminder of the fake love story we were supposed to be living, a story that felt hollow and meaningless compared to the real love, the forbidden love, that burned inside me.
The next hour was torture. Emma kept interrupting, her voice shrill, her scent cloying.
Brock kept trying to impress Catrina with his stupid jokes and clumsy flirting.
And I just sat there, silent, my wolf restless and frustrated, my gaze drawn to Catrina.
Her scent, her warmth, her presence… It was a constant temptation.
The air crackled with tension, a storm brewing.
“This is madness, Rowan.” My wolf growled, his instincts screaming at me to escape.
“You’re going to ruin everything.”
But I couldn’t move. I was trapped, bound by duty and desire, torn between the life I was supposed to live and the love I couldn’t forget.
“That’s it!” I roared, my voice exploding in the tense silence.
My Alpha command, a power I rarely used, took over.
“Stop it! All of you! You’re acting like children!”
Emma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. Brock flinched, his eyes darting away, a flicker of fear in them.
And Catrina… Catrina just stared at me, her amber eyes wide, her lips parted.
“She’s afraid of you, Rowan.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble. “But she’s also drawn to you. She can’t resist.”
I looked at them, at the humans caught in the crossfire of my own internal battle.
And for a moment, I hated myself.
Hated the power I had, the wolf inside me, the darkness that threatened to consume me.
You’re a monster, Rowan. A voice whispered in my head. Just like him.
Shame washed over me. I couldn't stand to be there, to look at them, to face the mess I’d made.
I jumped up and ran out of the apartment, needing to escape, to punish myself for being the horrible monster I was.
“Rowan, wait!”
Catrina’s voice, soft and concerned, stopped me. I turned, anger flaring.
“What!” I shouted. But I stopped when I saw her face. She looked scared.
“H-here’s your phone,” she said, holding it out to me. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Catrina,” I said, my voice softening. “It’s just… I’m tired of pretending.”
Her eyes were wide, and I continued, “I thought… maybe college would be easier. A fresh start.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, me too.”
The sound of her laughter was like a balm on my soul. It made me feel… lighter.
“But… we have each other…” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
What are you saying, Rowan? My wolf growled, alarmed.
“I-I mean, we’re both… different. We’re both wolves, stuck in this human world. We should… look out for each other. Even if…”
“Even if you’re the Alpha heir? And I’m… well, just an omega,” she said, her voice sad.
I wanted to tell her it didn’t matter, that I didn’t care about those stupid labels, that I… that I…
Don’t say it, Rowan. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Don’t hurt her again.
“You’re right,” I said, forcing a smile. I held out my hand. “Friends?”
“Friends,” she agreed, her amber eyes meeting mine, a flicker of hope in their depths.
It wasn’t the bond I craved. But it was a start.
A connection. A fragile thread of hope in the darkness...
“Romeo and Juliet? Seriously? It’s so cliché. Every high school English class does this play.”
Emma rolled her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the coffee table.
We were sprawled in her living room, textbooks and papers scattered everywhere. We’d just finished off a pizza, but the air was thick with tension, not the smell of pepperoni.
It made my wolf restless, his claws wanting to dig into the carpet.
My eyes darted between Catrina and Emma, a dangerous dance of desire and duty.
“They’re both here, Rowan.”
My wolf growled, his voice a low rumble, a mix of excitement and worry.
“It’s a classic for a reason, Emma,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
Her presence, her scent, her touch, it all sparked a fire inside me, I was trying to put out.
Focus, Rowan. You made a choice.
You have to stick to it.
“Shakespeare’s themes… love, betrayal, fate… they’re timeless. They speak to everyone.”
My eyes met Catrina’s for a split second. Her amber eyes were stormy, a mix of confusion and longing. It made my heart ache.
“She feels it, too, Rowan. You can’t deny it forever.”
“Yeah, well, maybe some people are more interested in… modern love stories,”
Emma said sarcastically. It made my wolf growl. He was getting possessive.
She leaned closer, her blonde hair brushing my arm. Her perfume was strong and expensive, but it made my stomach churn.
It was nothing compared to Catrina’s delicate lavender and vanilla scent.
“Maybe… some people prefer happy endings,” she continued, her gaze lingering on me.
“Don’t you agree, Rowan?”
“I… I guess so,” I mumbled, looking away. I couldn’t meet her eyes.
Her touch, her scent… it was suffocating. I felt trapped.
“She’s not the one, Rowan. She’ll never be the one.” My wolf snarled, his claws digging into the carpet.
He wanted Catrina, craved her. Emma couldn’t satisfy the longing, the need, that burned inside him.
“So, what are your ideas for the project, Catrina?” Brock asked, his voice loud and eager.
His eyes were glued to her, and it made my wolf bristle.
“Maybe we could… act out a scene? A modern version of Romeo and Juliet? I could be Romeo, and you could be… Juliet?” He grinned, but his blue eyes seemed empty, shallow.
“I’m not really into acting, Brock,” Catrina said quietly, her eyes focused on the book in her lap.
Her fingers traced the worn spine nervously. Her scent, lavender and vanilla, was a sweet torture, a reminder of the love I’d tried to forget.
“Maybe we could… focus on the symbolism? The themes of love and fate and… sacrifice?”
Her words, spoken with a longing that mirrored my own, hit me hard. She was talking about the deeper meaning of the play, the things that resonated with our own story, as werewolves amongst all these humans.
“Symbolism? That’s so… boring,” Emma scoffed, reaching out to touch my arm.
Her fingers trailed down my bicep, a possessive gesture that made me want to pull away.
“Let’s do something… more exciting. More passionate. More real.”
She looked at me, a challenge in her eyes, a reminder of the fake love story we were supposed to be living.
“She’s not the one, Rowan. Stop this. Stop leading her on. Stop hurting yourself… and hurting her.”
But I couldn’t say the words. I was trapped in this web of my own making, a prisoner of my desires, of my wolf’s need for Catrina.
“I… I think Catrina’s idea is good,” I said, my gaze fixed on the book.
I couldn’t look at Emma, couldn’t face her disappointment, her jealousy.
“We should focus on the themes. The deeper meaning.”
“Fine,” Emma huffed, pulling her hand away.
I was relieved to be free of her touch, her scent, her expectations.
“But I’m not writing about boring symbolism. I’m going to focus on the… romance. The passion. The tragedy.”
She glanced at me, a sly smile on her lips, a challenge in her eyes.
It was a reminder of the fake love story we were supposed to be living, a story that felt hollow and meaningless compared to the real love, the forbidden love, that burned inside me.
The next hour was torture. Emma kept interrupting, her voice shrill, her scent cloying.
Brock kept trying to impress Catrina with his stupid jokes and clumsy flirting.
And I just sat there, silent, my wolf restless and frustrated, my gaze drawn to Catrina.
Her scent, her warmth, her presence… It was a constant temptation.
The air crackled with tension, a storm brewing.
“This is madness, Rowan.” My wolf growled, his instincts screaming at me to escape.
“You’re going to ruin everything.”
But I couldn’t move. I was trapped, bound by duty and desire, torn between the life I was supposed to live and the love I couldn’t forget.
“That’s it!” I roared, my voice exploding in the tense silence.
My Alpha command, a power I rarely used, took over.
“Stop it! All of you! You’re acting like children!”
Emma gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. Brock flinched, his eyes darting away, a flicker of fear in them.
And Catrina… Catrina just stared at me, her amber eyes wide, her lips parted.
“She’s afraid of you, Rowan.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble. “But she’s also drawn to you. She can’t resist.”
I looked at them, at the humans caught in the crossfire of my own internal battle.
And for a moment, I hated myself.
Hated the power I had, the wolf inside me, the darkness that threatened to consume me.
You’re a monster, Rowan. A voice whispered in my head. Just like him.
Shame washed over me. I couldn't stand to be there, to look at them, to face the mess I’d made.
I jumped up and ran out of the apartment, needing to escape, to punish myself for being the horrible monster I was.
“Rowan, wait!”
Catrina’s voice, soft and concerned, stopped me. I turned, anger flaring.
“What!” I shouted. But I stopped when I saw her face. She looked scared.
“H-here’s your phone,” she said, holding it out to me. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Catrina,” I said, my voice softening. “It’s just… I’m tired of pretending.”
Her eyes were wide, and I continued, “I thought… maybe college would be easier. A fresh start.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, me too.”
The sound of her laughter was like a balm on my soul. It made me feel… lighter.
“But… we have each other…” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
What are you saying, Rowan? My wolf growled, alarmed.
“I-I mean, we’re both… different. We’re both wolves, stuck in this human world. We should… look out for each other. Even if…”
“Even if you’re the Alpha heir? And I’m… well, just an omega,” she said, her voice sad.
I wanted to tell her it didn’t matter, that I didn’t care about those stupid labels, that I… that I…
Don’t say it, Rowan. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Don’t hurt her again.
“You’re right,” I said, forcing a smile. I held out my hand. “Friends?”
“Friends,” she agreed, her amber eyes meeting mine, a flicker of hope in their depths.
It wasn’t the bond I craved. But it was a start.
A connection. A fragile thread of hope in the darkness...
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