The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 191: Chapter 191

Rowan POV:
“Where is she, Sarah?”
I stood in the middle of Catrina’s dorm room, my fists clenched, my wolf pacing restlessly.
The air was thick with her scent – lavender and vanilla – but she was gone.
The room was a mess, clothes and books scattered everywhere.
“I… I don’t know, Rowan,” Sarah stammered, her eyes wide with fear.
“She just… disappeared. One minute she was here, and the next…”
“When? When did she disappear?” I growled, my voice a low rumble.
My wolf was on edge. He could smell the lingering scent of other wolves – Bloodmoon wolves.
“They took her, Rowan. They took our mate.” My wolf snarled, his claws scraping against my bones. He wanted to hunt, to track, to punish.
“I… I don’t know,” Sarah repeated, her voice shaking.
“She left for work this afternoon, and… she never came back. I thought… maybe she was with you?”
She looked at me, a flicker of understanding in her eyes.
She’d seen me with Catrina at the campus and at the coffee shop.
She knew there was something between us, even if she couldn't explain it.
“She knows about the mate bond, even if she doesn’t understand it.”
“She’s not with me,” I said, my voice cold.
The weight of my own guilt, my own stupidity, was crushing me.
I’d tried to protect her by pushing her away, by denying our bond. And now… they’d taken her because of me.
“You were a fool, Rowan. You tried to fight fate. And now you’ve lost her.” My wolf’s words were a bitter accusation.
“Did she say… anything? Did she say where she was going? Who she was meeting?” I asked, my voice urgent. Every second felt like an eternity.
“No, nothing,” Sarah shook her head. “We… we haven't been talking much lately. She’s been… distant. Preoccupied.”
She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“She knows about Brock. About how he's been chasing after Catrina.” My wolf growled, jealous.
“I… I think she’s been seeing someone,” Sarah whispered. “Another guy. I’ve seen them on campus. He’s… older. And… weird.”
“What does he look like? Do you know his name?” I demanded, my wolf snarling, wanting to find this guy, this threat to our mate.
“I… I don’t know his name,” Sarah stammered, her eyes wide with fear.
“But… he has… red eyes. And… he works at the coffee shop where Catrina works.”
Kael.
The name sent a chill down my spine. I’d met him.
His scent, his eyes… there was something about him that had made my wolf uneasy.
“He’s not just a human, nor a wolf, Rowan. He’s… something else not quite like us. Something dangerous.”
I didn’t waste any more time. I turned and ran, my wolf’s instincts taking over.
I could smell Catrina’s scent, faint but unmistakable. It was a trail, a beacon in the darkness.
We’ll find her, Catrina. I promise.
I raced out of the dorm, ignoring the confused shouts of the other students.
I had to find her. I had to protect her. I had to get her back.
“She’s our mate, Rowan. Ours.”
I called Derek. I knew he could help me without our dad knowing about it.
“Derek, meet me at the packhouse. Now.” My voice was a growl.
“What’s going on, Rowan?” He sounded sleepy, confused.
“It’s Catrina,” I said, my voice tight with urgency. “She’s gone. Missing.”
“Who? Missing? ” He was wide awake now, his voice sharp. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my wolf pacing restlessly as I sped towards the packhouse.
“But I have a bad feeling about this.”
“I’ll be there in ten,” Derek said.
I hung up and called Liam, my most trusted warrior.
“Liam, gather the pack. Meet me at the training grounds in fifteen minutes. And tell the elders… tell them to stay out of my way.”
“What’s going on, Rowan?” Liam’s voice was laced with concern.
He was used to me being the carefree one, the one who avoided responsibility. This urgency, this darkness… it was new.
“It’s pack business, Liam,” I said coldly. “Just do what I say.”
I arrived at the packhouse, the familiar scent of pine and woodsmoke a comfort. The training grounds were already filled with wolves, their amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
They could sense my distress, the pack’s unrest.
Derek and Liam stood beside me, their faces grim. The elders watched from a distance, their fur gleaming, their faces etched with disapproval.
They didn’t understand. They didn’t approve of the idea of me caring for someone else that wasn’t the she-wolf they chose from me, Isabelle.
“She’s gone, Derek,” I said, my voice rough. “Catrina’s gone.”
“Gone? What do you mean?” Derek’s voice was sharp with alarm.
“I don’t know,” I said, my gaze sweeping over the pack. Their faces were a mix of confusion and concern. I could feel the weight of their gazes, “But… I think… she’s been taken.”
The pack murmured, uneasy. Their wolves could sense the danger.
“Taken? By who?” Derek asked, his wolf growling, his golden eyes searching the shadows.
“I don’t know for sure,” I said, meeting his gaze.
We had a silent understanding. We would find her. We would bring her back.
“But I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Why are you so worried about this… omega, Rowan?” one of the elders, Elder Greyfang, asked.
His voice was a challenge, his amber eyes narrowed. He, like the other elders, didn’t approve of Catrina, didn’t understand why I’d chosen her.
“She’s not just… some omega, Elder,” I growled, my wolf’s fury rising.
“She’s my mate. My future Luna. And I will find her. I will bring her back. And whoever took her… they will pay.”
My words, a vow, a promise, a declaration of war, hung in the air.
The pack shifted, their scents a mix of fear and determination, their amber eyes gleaming. They were with me.
“We’re coming for you, Catrina.” My wolf’s voice was a low rumble, a promise whispered in the wind.