The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 206: Chapter 206

Damien POV:
Darkness. Silence. Emptiness.
That’s what I remembered.
That’s where I’d been.
Annihilated, ripped from existence, by that arrogant Catrina Blanc.
And then Rowan Magnus, he’d used the Drakhor Clan’s magic, their ancient ritual, to try and erase me, to rewrite history, to undo the destiny that was rightfully mine.
He failed.
The thought, a spark of defiance, a flicker of consciousness, ignited in the void.
I was still here. Weakened, yes. But not destroyed.
My essence, a wisp of shadow and magic, clung to the edges of the spirit realm, a forgotten memory, a ghost in the machine.
I could feel the currents of magic flowing around me, the whispers of power, the echoes of a world that had moved on without me.
“He thinks he’s won, but he’s made a grave mistake, Damien.”
The voice of my patron, the entity that had granted me immortality, that had fueled my magic for centuries, slithered through the darkness, a comforting presence, a promise of revenge.
“His love, his sacrifice, it backfired. It didn’t destroy you. It made you stronger.”
A slow, cruel smile spread across my spectral face. Rowan Magnus thought he could defy fate, that he could rewrite destiny with a wave of the Drakhor Clan’s magic wand.
He was a fool, blinded by love, by his pathetic need to protect his precious omega.
“He’s given you a gift, Damien. A second chance. And this time… you won’t fail.”
I could feel my power returning, my magic coalescing, the shadows gathering around me like loyal servants, eager to do my bidding.
The ritual, meant to destroy me, had inadvertently infused me with a new kind of energy, a raw, untamed power drawn from the very heart of Rowan’s sacrifice, his love for Catrina.
It was a twisted irony, a delicious twist of fate.
“He tried to erase you, Damien. But he only made you stronger.”
I remembered the fear in Rowan's eyes as he’d uttered the words of the spell, the desperation in his voice, the love that had burned in his amber gaze as he’d looked at Catrina, the omega who’d stolen his heart, the she-wolf who’d dared to defy the ancient laws, the mate who was forbidden.
And I remembered the surge of his magic, the raw power of the Drakhor Clan’s ritual, a force that should have ripped me apart, scattered my essence to the winds.
But instead… it had done something else. It had drawn me back, pulled me from the abyss, anchored me to this world, to this time, to this… destiny.
“He’s bound to her, Damien. More than ever. Their bond is stronger now. And her power… it’s growing. You can feel it, can’t you? The echo of Lyra, stirring within her soul.”
My patron’s voice was a silken whisper, a seductive promise. I could feel it, too. Catrina’s power, a faint but undeniable hum, a flicker of ancient magic that resonated with my own.
It was Lyra’s essence, reborn within her, a connection that spanned lifetimes, a love that defied death itself.
And I would have her back. I would reclaim what was rightfully mine.
But I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
I wouldn’t try to force her, to control her. Not yet.
This time, I would be patient. I would watch. I would wait.
And I would strike when the time was right, when her defenses were down, when her love for Rowan, would be her undoing.
They will be the instruments of their own destruction, Damien. And you… you will be the architect of their downfall.
I needed a new strategy, a more subtle approach. I needed to be close to her, to understand her, to exploit her weaknesses, to twist her love, her bond, against her.
And then… an opportunity presented itself. A chance encounter, a whispered conversation, a name overheard.
Kael.
A human. A barista. A boy with dreams, with desires, with a heart that yearned for a love that would never be his.
And a name… a name that echoed through the centuries, a reminder of my own lost love, the omega who’d betrayed me, the she-wolf who’d broken my heart.
Lyra.
It was a sign, a twist of fate, a gift from the universe itself.
I found him easily, this Kael.
He owned the coffee shop close to Catrina’s college, his scent, a mix of coffee beans and cinnamon and a human vulnerability that made me sneer, a stark contrast to the musky, primal aroma of a werewolf.
He’s weak, Damien. Pathetic. His mind will be easy to break.
“Kael,” I whispered, my voice a silken thread, a tendril of darkness that slipped into his mind.
He looked around, his eyes wide, confused, his gaze searching for the source of the voice, the unsettling feeling that prickled his skin.
But he saw nothing.
Just the empty coffee shop, the flickering lights, the shadows lengthening in the corners.
“Who’s there?” he asked, his voice a nervous whisper.
His hand instinctively reaching for the silver cross that hung around his neck, a symbol of a faith that offered him no protection, a shield against a darkness he couldn’t comprehend.
“You can’t see me, Kael,” I chuckled, my voice a low, seductive purr that echoed in the recesses of his mind, a presence that he felt, but couldn’t quite place, a fear that he couldn't name.
“But I can see you. And I can… feel you. Your desires. Your fears. Your… loneliness.”
He stumbled back, clutching the counter for support, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His heart pounding against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that mirrored the fear that surged within him, a primal instinct that recognized a predator, a darkness that threatened to consume him.
“Who… who are you?” he stammered, his voice trembling.
His human frailty a source of amusement, a reminder of the power I wielded, the control I could exert.
“I am… a friend, Kael,” I lied, my voice softening, a deceptive gentleness that masked the darkness within me.
“A guide. A… benefactor. I can give you what you desire, Kael. The power you crave. The love you yearn for. The… destiny that has eluded you.”
“What… what do you mean?” He stared at me, his eyes wide, his mind struggling to grasp the words.
The promises, the darkness that whispered within him, a seed that I’d planted, a temptation that I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“You want her, don’t you, Kael?” I whispered, my voice a silken thread.
“Catrina. She’s… everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Beautiful. Innocent. Powerful. And… she could be yours, Kael. If you’re willing to… pay the price.”
“But… she doesn’t… she doesn’t even look at me,” he stammered, his voice laced with a self-pity that disgusted me.
A weakness that I would exploit, a crack in his armor that I would pry open, a doorway to his soul, his will, his very being.
“She’s… she’s drawn to… to Rowan.”
“He doesn’t deserve her, Kael,” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom.
“He’s weak, indecisive, blinded by his own foolish idealism. He’ll only hurt her, break her heart, just like… all the others.”
“But… I’m just… a human,” Kael protested, his voice a feeble whisper.
“I have no… power. No magic. No… chance.”
“I can give you power, Kael,” I promised, my voice a seductive caress.
A whispered temptation, a lure towards the darkness that he sensed within him, a seed that I’d planted, a hunger that I would nurture, a fire that I would ignite.
“I can make you… more than human. More than… ordinary. I can make you… worthy of her. Of Catrina.”
“But… what… what do I have to do?”
He asked, his voice a trembling echo of the fear and the desire that warred within him, a battle that I’d already won, a victory that was… inevitable.
“Just… trust me, Kael,” I whispered, my voice a silken thread.
“Surrender to the darkness, Kael. Embrace the power that’s within you. And Catrina… Catrina will be… yours.”
I could feel his resistance crumbling, his human will, weak and fragile, succumbing to the power of my magic.
The allure of my promises, the darkness that I offered him, a darkness that mirrored the shadows in his own soul.
A hunger for a love that was forbidden, a desire for a power that could consume him.
And as I took control, as my essence merged with his, as his red eyes, a reflection of my own, gleamed with a newfound power, a malicious glint, a promise of chaos.
I smiled, a slow, cruel smile that stretched across Kael’s lips, a mask that hid the darkness within.
A predator disguised as a savior, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a sorcerer who’d returned from the abyss.
A lover who’d been denied, a destiny that was… unfolding.
“This time, Catrina… this time, you will be mine.”