The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 205: Chapter 205
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Emma POV:
“Leave me alone!”
Rowan’s words, cold and sharp, kept replaying in my head, a constant torment.
I could still see the anger in his eyes, the way he'd stormed out of my dad’s lake house, leaving me heartbroken and humiliated.
He doesn’t love you, Emma. He never did.
The voice of doubt was a venomous whisper, a constant reminder of my own stupidity, of how I’d clung to a relationship that was already dead.
A love that was never real.
I’d tried to talk to him, to figure out what had changed, why he was so distant.
But he’d just brushed me off, making excuses about school, stress, being the brat he always has been but I knew he was hiding something.
And then, I’d seen her. Catrina Blanc. That quiet girl, the one Rowan couldn’t stop staring at.
The way he’d looked at her, the intensity in his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close… it had made my blood boil.
“He wants her, Emma. He always has.”
The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, a truth I couldn’t deny.
It twisted my gut with jealousy and rage. I’d confronted him, accused him of still having feelings for her, of betraying me.
But he’d denied it, his voice cold, his eyes avoiding mine. He'd called it a mistake, said it meant nothing. But I knew he was lying.
I could see it in his eyes, the way his wolf, a restless, golden shadow, yearned for her.
It was a primal pull, a bond that he couldn't break, no matter how hard he tried.
A few days later, he’d broken up with me.
A quick phone call, his voice emotionless, like he was reading a script.
He was done. He was moving on. And I was… alone.
I sat in the back of the lecture hall, staring at Rowan's empty seat.
He’s probably with her, Emma.
The voice of jealousy was a venomous whisper, a constant companion since the break-up.
They’re together. Laughing. Touching. Sharing secrets.
I could picture them, Rowan and Catrina, their heads bent close together, their eyes meeting, their smiles… a secret bond that excluded me.
It was a torment, a reminder of my own emptiness.
“Earth to Emma? You okay?”
Ashley’s voice, a bubbly chirp, broke through my thoughts.
She waved a hand in front of my face, her blue eyes full of concern. She could see the change in me, the sadness I couldn’t hide.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, forcing a smile and looking away.
"Just… zoned out for a second." I lied.
“Where are Rowan and Catrina, anyway?” Ashley asked.
Her voice was casual, but her eyes were sharp, curious.
She’d sensed the tension between us during that study session at my place, the unspoken rivalry.
“They’re… late,” I said, my voice a little too sharp. I couldn't help the flicker of jealousy.
“…They’re probably together, Emma. Somewhere private. Away from you.”
The voice of jealousy hissed in my ear.
I couldn’t stand the thought of them together. I stood up abruptly.
“I’m… I’m going to get some coffee,” I mumbled, my gaze darting around the classroom, needing to escape, to get away from the suffocating feeling in my chest.
I hurried out of the classroom, the professor’s voice fading behind me.
The scent of old books and stale air was a poor substitute for the pine and leather scent of Rowan that I craved.
I found Brock in the student lounge, hunched over a textbook.
He looked different - serious, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He usually had this carefree attitude, but now… he looked like me.
“Hey, Brock,” I said, my voice a little too bright, a little too cheerful.
He could see the desperation in my eyes, the longing for a love that was gone.
He looked up, his blue eyes clouded with sadness.
“Hey, Emma,” he mumbled, his voice flat, his gaze sliding away from mine.
He was carrying a weight, a sadness, that mirrored my own.
“What’s wrong, Brock?” I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
It was more than just curiosity. It was a shared pain, a recognition of the hurt we were both trying to hide.
He hesitated, glancing out the window at the gray, overcast sky.
“It’s… Catrina, Emma,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble.
The confession made my heart lurch, a mix of jealousy and a strange, unwelcome sympathy.
He still cares about her. The voice of jealousy was a venomous whisper, a reminder of my own loss.
“She’s… missing. She didn’t show up for her shift at the coffee shop. And… her roommate said she hasn’t seen her since two days ago.”
“Missing?” I echoed, a cold dread gripping my heart.
She’s with him, Emma. She’s with Rowan. The voice of jealousy hissed, fueling my anger, my need for answers.
“But… how? Where would she go?” I asked, my voice shaking.
My mind raced, a jumble of memories from that strange dream I’d had – a silver she-wolf, a shadowy sorcerer, a baby’s cry… a darkness that threatened everything.
“I don’t know, Emma,” Brock sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked lost, defeated.
“But… I have a bad feeling about this.”
He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a darkness that mirrored my own.
It was a shared premonition of something terrible.
“I think… something bad has happened to her.”
I left the student lounge, Brock’s words, his fear, a heavy weight on my heart. Panic welled up inside me.
“She’s your rival, Emma.” The voice of jealousy hissed. “The one who stole Rowan’s heart. You should be glad she’s gone.”
But another voice, a softer voice, whispered in my heart.
“She’s in danger, Emma. And you have to help her.”
I found Sarah, Catrina’s roommate, in the library. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen.
She had a textbook open, but she wasn't really reading. She looked… lost.
“Sarah?” I said softly. I approached her slowly, cautiously.
She looked up, startled, her eyes wide.
“Emma? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice shaky.
She looked around the library nervously, like she was expecting something bad to happen. I felt it too, a sense of dread, a shadow hanging over us.
“I… I was looking for Catrina,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Brock told me… she’s… missing.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. It was like she was trying to deny something, to hold back a secret she couldn’t keep any longer.
“It’s true, Emma,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Tears streamed down her face, “She’s… she’s been… taken.”
“Taken?” I echoed, my heart lurching. A coldness spread through me.
“She’s with him, Emma. She’s with Rowan.”
The voice of jealousy hissed, fueling my anger, my need for answers.
But another part of me, a part that remembered the terror of my own kidnapping, a primal fear that echoed in my blood, knew that something was terribly wrong.
“But… how? Where would she go?” I asked, my voice trembling.
My mind was racing.
Suddenly, I remembered that dream – the silver she-wolf, the shadowy sorcerer, the baby’s cry…
“I don’t know, Emma,” Sarah sighed, her shoulders slumping. “But… I have a bad feeling about this. A really bad feeling.”
She looked at me. We both knew, somehow, that this was more than just a missing person case.
This was something… darker. Something dangerous.
“I think… something bad has happened to her.”
As I left the library, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and a strange, unsettling sense of… déjà vu.
The dreams, the whispers of the past… it was all coming back to me.
“Leave me alone!”
Rowan’s words, cold and sharp, kept replaying in my head, a constant torment.
I could still see the anger in his eyes, the way he'd stormed out of my dad’s lake house, leaving me heartbroken and humiliated.
He doesn’t love you, Emma. He never did.
The voice of doubt was a venomous whisper, a constant reminder of my own stupidity, of how I’d clung to a relationship that was already dead.
A love that was never real.
I’d tried to talk to him, to figure out what had changed, why he was so distant.
But he’d just brushed me off, making excuses about school, stress, being the brat he always has been but I knew he was hiding something.
And then, I’d seen her. Catrina Blanc. That quiet girl, the one Rowan couldn’t stop staring at.
The way he’d looked at her, the intensity in his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close… it had made my blood boil.
“He wants her, Emma. He always has.”
The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, a truth I couldn’t deny.
It twisted my gut with jealousy and rage. I’d confronted him, accused him of still having feelings for her, of betraying me.
But he’d denied it, his voice cold, his eyes avoiding mine. He'd called it a mistake, said it meant nothing. But I knew he was lying.
I could see it in his eyes, the way his wolf, a restless, golden shadow, yearned for her.
It was a primal pull, a bond that he couldn't break, no matter how hard he tried.
A few days later, he’d broken up with me.
A quick phone call, his voice emotionless, like he was reading a script.
He was done. He was moving on. And I was… alone.
I sat in the back of the lecture hall, staring at Rowan's empty seat.
He’s probably with her, Emma.
The voice of jealousy was a venomous whisper, a constant companion since the break-up.
They’re together. Laughing. Touching. Sharing secrets.
I could picture them, Rowan and Catrina, their heads bent close together, their eyes meeting, their smiles… a secret bond that excluded me.
It was a torment, a reminder of my own emptiness.
“Earth to Emma? You okay?”
Ashley’s voice, a bubbly chirp, broke through my thoughts.
She waved a hand in front of my face, her blue eyes full of concern. She could see the change in me, the sadness I couldn’t hide.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, forcing a smile and looking away.
"Just… zoned out for a second." I lied.
“Where are Rowan and Catrina, anyway?” Ashley asked.
Her voice was casual, but her eyes were sharp, curious.
She’d sensed the tension between us during that study session at my place, the unspoken rivalry.
“They’re… late,” I said, my voice a little too sharp. I couldn't help the flicker of jealousy.
“…They’re probably together, Emma. Somewhere private. Away from you.”
The voice of jealousy hissed in my ear.
I couldn’t stand the thought of them together. I stood up abruptly.
“I’m… I’m going to get some coffee,” I mumbled, my gaze darting around the classroom, needing to escape, to get away from the suffocating feeling in my chest.
I hurried out of the classroom, the professor’s voice fading behind me.
The scent of old books and stale air was a poor substitute for the pine and leather scent of Rowan that I craved.
I found Brock in the student lounge, hunched over a textbook.
He looked different - serious, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He usually had this carefree attitude, but now… he looked like me.
“Hey, Brock,” I said, my voice a little too bright, a little too cheerful.
He could see the desperation in my eyes, the longing for a love that was gone.
He looked up, his blue eyes clouded with sadness.
“Hey, Emma,” he mumbled, his voice flat, his gaze sliding away from mine.
He was carrying a weight, a sadness, that mirrored my own.
“What’s wrong, Brock?” I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
It was more than just curiosity. It was a shared pain, a recognition of the hurt we were both trying to hide.
He hesitated, glancing out the window at the gray, overcast sky.
“It’s… Catrina, Emma,” he said finally, his voice a low rumble.
The confession made my heart lurch, a mix of jealousy and a strange, unwelcome sympathy.
He still cares about her. The voice of jealousy was a venomous whisper, a reminder of my own loss.
“She’s… missing. She didn’t show up for her shift at the coffee shop. And… her roommate said she hasn’t seen her since two days ago.”
“Missing?” I echoed, a cold dread gripping my heart.
She’s with him, Emma. She’s with Rowan. The voice of jealousy hissed, fueling my anger, my need for answers.
“But… how? Where would she go?” I asked, my voice shaking.
My mind raced, a jumble of memories from that strange dream I’d had – a silver she-wolf, a shadowy sorcerer, a baby’s cry… a darkness that threatened everything.
“I don’t know, Emma,” Brock sighed, his shoulders slumping. He looked lost, defeated.
“But… I have a bad feeling about this.”
He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a darkness that mirrored my own.
It was a shared premonition of something terrible.
“I think… something bad has happened to her.”
I left the student lounge, Brock’s words, his fear, a heavy weight on my heart. Panic welled up inside me.
“She’s your rival, Emma.” The voice of jealousy hissed. “The one who stole Rowan’s heart. You should be glad she’s gone.”
But another voice, a softer voice, whispered in my heart.
“She’s in danger, Emma. And you have to help her.”
I found Sarah, Catrina’s roommate, in the library. Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen.
She had a textbook open, but she wasn't really reading. She looked… lost.
“Sarah?” I said softly. I approached her slowly, cautiously.
She looked up, startled, her eyes wide.
“Emma? What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice shaky.
She looked around the library nervously, like she was expecting something bad to happen. I felt it too, a sense of dread, a shadow hanging over us.
“I… I was looking for Catrina,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Brock told me… she’s… missing.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. It was like she was trying to deny something, to hold back a secret she couldn’t keep any longer.
“It’s true, Emma,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Tears streamed down her face, “She’s… she’s been… taken.”
“Taken?” I echoed, my heart lurching. A coldness spread through me.
“She’s with him, Emma. She’s with Rowan.”
The voice of jealousy hissed, fueling my anger, my need for answers.
But another part of me, a part that remembered the terror of my own kidnapping, a primal fear that echoed in my blood, knew that something was terribly wrong.
“But… how? Where would she go?” I asked, my voice trembling.
My mind was racing.
Suddenly, I remembered that dream – the silver she-wolf, the shadowy sorcerer, the baby’s cry…
“I don’t know, Emma,” Sarah sighed, her shoulders slumping. “But… I have a bad feeling about this. A really bad feeling.”
She looked at me. We both knew, somehow, that this was more than just a missing person case.
This was something… darker. Something dangerous.
“I think… something bad has happened to her.”
As I left the library, my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and a strange, unsettling sense of… déjà vu.
The dreams, the whispers of the past… it was all coming back to me.
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