The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 212: Chapter 212

Isabelle POV:
“He’s risking everything, Marcus. The alliance, the summit, everything our packs have worked for… it’s all at stake because he’s obsessed with this omega.”
I paced back and forth in Marcus’s office, my anger and frustration bubbling inside me like a cauldron.
The familiar scent of pine and leather, usually a comfort, now felt suffocating.
I felt trapped, caged, burdened by my duty, my responsibility, as Alpha of the Mondragon pack.
“He’s not thinking straight, Marcus. He’s acting on instinct, on emotions… like a lovesick pup.”
My voice cracked with bitterness. I couldn’t hide my resentment.
It wasn't just about Rowan disregarding our agreement, our packs' alliance.
It was about the sting of rejection, the knowledge that his heart belonged to someone else.
“He doesn’t want you, Isabelle. He never did.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble in my chest.
“Calm yourself, Isabelle.” Marcus’s voice, deep and commanding, stopped me in my tracks.
I whirled around, my emerald eyes flashing with defiance before I quickly looked down.
I had to remember my place. I owed him respect, even if my wolf was bristling with resentment.
“I understand your frustration, but losing control won’t help. We need to think clearly if we’re going to fix this mess.”
“Fix it?” I scoffed. “He ran off into the night, Marcus! Defied my orders, ignored my Beta, abandoned our pack! All for some omega he barely knows! How do you ‘fix’ that?”
The memory of Rowan, his body broken and bleeding, his scent a mix of blood and the lingering scent of lavender and vanilla – the scent of his forbidden mate – haunted me.
It was a reminder of the power of the mate bond, a force that could shatter everything we’d worked for.
“We tried to reason with him, Marcus,” I continued, my voice weary.
I was tired from the sleepless nights, from the constant worry, from knowing that Rowan, the Alpha who was promised to me, was lost.
He wasn't just physically wounded; his heart was lost to another.
“We tried to heal him, to remind him of his duty to the pack, to the alliance. But he wouldn’t listen. He’s obsessed with this girl, Marcus. He’s lost his mind.”
Marcus swiveled in his chair, his amber eyes, cold and calculating, meeting mine.
It was a silent challenge, a reminder of the high stakes we were playing for.
“And why do you think he’s so obsessed, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I could hear the unspoken accusation in his tone, the blame for my inability to hold his son’s interest, to capture his heart.
I hesitated, unable to meet his gaze. The shame of my own failure, my inability to be the mate he desired, was a bitter pill to swallow.
“It’s… the omega, Marcus,” I admitted, my voice a whisper.
“He’s… drawn to her. To her scent, her… power. It’s like… she’s bewitched him.”
“A powerful omega, you say?” Marcus mused, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes narrowed.
There was a flicker of… interest? Recognition? It was like he’d seen this power before, a power he’d underestimated.
“An omega who can bewitch an Alpha? Intriguing.”
He stood up, his tall frame towering over me. His Alpha aura was strong, making my wolf cower.
He walked to the window, looking out at the darkness that had swallowed Rowan, the danger that awaited him.
“He’s putting everything at risk, Isabelle,” Marcus said, his voice cold and hard, a father’s disappointment and an Alpha’s fury.
“He’s risking the alliance, the future of our packs, for a… whim. A foolish infatuation. ”
“He’s not thinking clearly, Marcus,” I said, my voice gaining strength.
My own Alpha rose up inside me, meeting his challenge. “He’s blinded by his love for her, by his need to protect her. He doesn’t realize the danger he’s in. The danger he’s putting us all in.”
“And what about the danger he’s brought to our pack, Isabelle?” Marcus turned to face me, his gaze sharp and accusing.
“The warriors we’ve lost? The blood that’s been spilled? He thinks he can just defy his Alpha, his pack, his… fiancée, and there will be no consequences?”
His words stung, a reminder of my own failure to control Rowan, to hold his heart.
It sparked a anger within me, burning away the fear, the doubt, the self-pity.
“He’s lost, Marcus,” I said, my voice steady now, meeting his gaze. We were both Alphas, both leaders, both burdened with responsibility.
“He’s hurting. He’s confused. But he’s still your son. And he’s still my Fiancè.”
I took a step closer, my wolf’s presence radiating out, a challenge to his dominance.
“We have to bring him back, Marcus,” I said, my voice firm.
“He needs us. He needs to understand what he’s done. And he needs to know… that we won’t abandon him.”
Marcus stared at me, his amber eyes cold and calculating. But then, a flicker of understanding softened his gaze.
He was an Alpha, yes, but he was also a father who loved his son.
“You’re right, Isabelle,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “We’ll bring him back. Together.”
He turned, his gaze sweeping over the room, his voice laced with Alpha command.
“We’re going after Rowan. He’s made a mistake. But he’s still a Magnus, and we will bring him back. And the Bloodmoons… they will learn that you don’t touch a Magnus. Not without paying the price.”
He strode towards the door, his silver-grey wolf pacing beside him, his scent, a mix of pine and leather and pure dominance, making me tremble.
“Lead the way, Alpha Isabelle,” he commanded, a challenge in his voice, a trust that I wouldn't back down. “We have a… reckoning… to attend to.”
I followed him out of the Hotel, the scent of pine and woodsmoke heavy in the air.
The moon, a sliver in the cloudy sky, cast long, eerie shadows.
We were walking into a war, a battle that would test our strength, our loyalty, our love.
A battle that could change everything.