The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Derek POV:
“Rowan, get up! We have to help her!”
I grabbed Rowan’s arm, trying to pull him to his feet, but he just groaned.
His body slumped against mine, his breathing shallow and ragged. Damien’s magic had hit him hard.
“Rowan, wake up! Damn it, wake up!” I shook him, my wolf snarling, fear and frustration churning inside me.
The clearing was chaos. Bloodmoon wolves were scattering, their red eyes flickering with uncertainty.
They were losing their nerve, their loyalty to Damien wavering as they watched Catrina fight.
She was a blur of silver and white, a magnificent, terrifying creature, battling Damien with fierce growls that echoed through the night.
But I couldn’t focus on the other wolves. All I could see was Catrina, her power, her fury.
She’s incredible. A wave of awe washed over me.
She was fighting like a demon, her every move full of strength and grace.
She was protecting Rowan, protecting the pack, defying everything I’d ever believed about omegas.
“We were so wrong about her.” My wolf growled, his voice full of admiration. “She’s not weak. She’s not a burden. She’s… a warrior.”
I glanced at Rowan. He was unconscious, his head lolling against my shoulder.
And she’s fighting for him. Even after the way he treated her, even after he rejected her…
“She’s incredible, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice full of newfound respect.
“She’s fighting for everything she loves. For you. For the pack.”
But Rowan didn't respond. Panic surged through me, cold and sharp.
He’s not… He can’t be…
“Derek?”
Isabelle’s voice, sharp with worry, cut through my panic.
She was beside me in an instant, her amber eyes wide with concern. She checked Rowan’s heartbeat.
“He’s alive,” she said, her voice a low growl, relief in her tone.
“But barely. Damien’s magic… it’s weakened him. He needs a healer. Now.”
My gaze snapped back to Catrina. She was still fighting Damien, a whirlwind of silver and white fury.
“She’s winning, Derek.” My wolf growled, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “She’s actually winning.”
But as I watched her fight, a strange feeling washed over me. It started as a prickle at the back of my neck, a feeling of… wrongness.
Like something was out of place, like I was seeing something I shouldn’t be seeing.
“What is it, Derek? What’s wrong?” My wolf asked, his voice a low rumble in my chest.
I couldn't explain it. It was like a blurry memory, a dream I couldn’t quite grasp.
The clearing, the scent of pine and blood and magic, the clash of wolves, the silver flash of Catrina’s claws… it all felt so familiar, so real, and yet… I knew I'd never seen anything like it before.
“Have we been here before, Derek?” My wolf whimpered, his voice confused. “Why does this feel so familiar?”
“I don't know,” I whispered to him, shaking my head. “It’s impossible. We've never been to the Bloodmoon territory. We've never even seen a she-wolf fight like that.”
But the feeling wouldn’t go away. It was like an echo in my mind, a ghost of a memory that I couldn't quite place.
“She’s… she’s like the she-wolf in my dreams.” My wolf growled, his voice uneasy.
The one with the silver fur and the amber eyes. The one we can’t resist.
The dreams had been haunting me ever since Rowan left for college.
Vivid, intense dreams of a silver she-wolf, her eyes blazing with power, her movements graceful and deadly. I’d tried to ignore them, to dismiss them as just… dreams.
But now, watching Catrina fight, I couldn’t shake the feeling that those dreams meant something, that they were a warning, a premonition.
“Don’t think about that now, Derek.” I told myself, forcing the thoughts away. “We have to focus. Rowan’s hurt. We need to get him out of here.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on the present, on the danger, on getting Rowan to safety.
“We have to get him out of here, Isabelle,” I said urgently. “He needs a healer.”
“Carson!” Isabelle barked, her Alpha command ringing out. “Get over here! We need to get Rowan back to the packhouse.”
Carson appeared beside us, his golden eyes scanning the scene, his expression grim. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering towards Catrina, his wolf sensing her power.
“Go, Carson,” Isabelle said, her voice firm. She met his eyes, a silent message passing between them.
“Get Rowan to safety. We’ll handle things here.”
Carson nodded, his gaze lingering on Isabelle for a second, a flicker of pain in his eyes.
It was a pain I understood, a reflection of my own feelings for her, feelings that were forbidden.
He shifted, a blur of golden fur, and nudged Rowan’s unconscious body.
He was urging Rowan to shift, to escape the danger, the chaos.
I watched as they disappeared into the trees, their scent – pine and sadness – fading into the night.
“He’ll be alright, Derek,” Isabelle said, her voice surprisingly soft.
There was a touch of sympathy in it.
“He’s strong. He’ll recover.”
I nodded, unable to speak. My own feelings for her, the guilt, the desire, the knowledge that I was betraying my brother… it was a heavy burden.
“She doesn’t love him, Derek.” My wolf’s voice was a seductive whisper, a temptation. “She’s trapped, just like him. Bound by duty, by a destiny she doesn’t want.”
I forced myself to look away from Isabelle, back to the battle.
Catrina was a whirlwind of silver and white, her claws and fangs a blur as she fought Damien. Her growls were fierce, powerful.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” My wolf purred, his golden eyes gleaming with admiration.
But before I could dwell on it, the clearing was engulfed in a blinding flash of light.
A shockwave of energy knocked me off my feet. The scent of ozone and magic filled the air.
“Something’s happening, Derek.” My wolf whimpered, his instincts screaming a warning.
“Something… dangerous.”