The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 214: Chapter 214

Emma POV:
“We have to find him, Brock. We have to find Rowan.”
I paced around my dorm room, my anxiety making me feel like a caged animal.
Something felt wrong, like a storm was coming, and I couldn’t escape it.
Brock, sprawled on my bed, didn’t even look up from his phone.
“Why? Why would we do that?” he asked, his voice bored.
He didn’t understand the urgency I felt, the memories that haunted me, the strange, shadowy visions that filled my dreams.
“He dumped you, Emma. Remember? He chose Catrina over you. He doesn’t care about us.”
His words were harsh, but they were true.
Rowan had broken up with me. He’d chosen Catrina. And it hurt.
But I couldn’t just let it go. There was something more to this, something I couldn't explain, a mystery I had to unravel.
“He might have her, Brock,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
I could feel a primal instinct, something deep inside me, urging me forward. “But he doesn’t have her captive!”
“What are you talking about, Emma?” Brock finally looked up from his phone, his blue eyes confused. He could sense my fear, my urgency, but he didn’t understand.
“What do you mean, ‘captive’?”
I hesitated. There were things I couldn’t tell him, memories that had resurfaced, visions, a secret I couldn’t share.
“I… I can’t explain it, Brock,” I said, my voice a shaky whisper.
“But… I have a bad feeling about this. I think Catrina’s in danger. Real danger. And I think Rowan’s involved.”
“Involved? How?” Brock frowned.
“Why would Rowan…?” He trailed off, a confused look on his face. He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t get it.
“There’s… something you’re not telling me, Emma.” His voice was a low rumble, his eyes intense.
He could see that I was holding something back, that I was different from the girl he thought he knew.
“What is it? What do you know?”
“I… I can’t explain, Brock,” I pleaded. “But you have to trust me. We have to find Rowan. We have to help him.”
Help him? You’re delusional, Emma.
The voice of jealousy whispered in my ear.
He doesn’t need your help. He wants her. He wants Catrina.
But even as jealousy tried to poison my thoughts, a stronger instinct took over. A primal urge to protect, to save…
You have to save him, Emma. You have to save them both.
“Fine,” Brock sighed, his gaze still wary, but with a spark of concern that made my heart ache.
It was a reminder of the love I’d lost, a love that Rowan had thrown away for Catrina.
“Where do we start?”
“The Magnus Hotel,” I said, the words coming out before I could think.
It was a certainty I couldn't explain, a memory from a dream, a vision, a knowing that whispered in my mind.
The drive to the Magnus Hotel was a blur. I sat beside Brock, the leather seats cold, his cologne a jarring contrast to the earthy scent of Rowan that lingered in my memory.
He’s not yours, Emma. He never was. Let him go.
The voice of reason tried to break through the storm of jealousy and fear and longing, but I couldn’t let go.
Not yet. Not until I understood.
“Why the Magnus Hotel, Emma?” Brock asked, his voice hesitant. He could sense my fear, but he didn’t know why.
“I don’t know, Brock,” I admitted, my voice a shaky whisper.
I kept my eyes on the road, the scenery rushing by, but all I could see were the shadows of my dreams, the flashes of a past I wasn't supposed to remember. “I just… know.”
Trust your instincts, Emma. They’re leading you to the truth.
The Magnus Hotel loomed before us, a towering structure of steel and glass.
It was a monument to the power and wealth of the Magnus pack. Its amber-tinted windows gleamed in the twilight.
This is their world, Emma. A world of werewolves and magic and primal instincts. A world where you don’t belong.
“What… what is this place, Emma?” Brock asked, his voice hushed.
He stared at the hotel, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He could sense something, a power, an energy, that he didn’t understand.
“It’s… the Magnus Hotel, Brock,” I said, my voice a low rumble. My gaze met his, a challenge, a warning.
“It’s Rowan’s family’s hotel. Their… headquarters.”
“Magnus? Like… Rowan Magnus?” Brock’s brow furrowed, the pieces starting to come together, a picture forming in his mind, a truth he wasn’t ready to face.
“But… I thought… that was just his last name. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”
He didn't finish the sentence, but I knew what he was thinking.
He was realizing that Rowan was… different.
“There’s… a lot you don’t understand, Brock,” I sighed, looking at the hotel, its amber windows gleaming like the eyes of a predator.
We got out of the car, the cool night air hitting my skin.
Rowan’s scent, pine and leather, lingered in the air, a phantom touch that made my heart ache.
And as we walked toward the hotel, the weight of my secrets, the fragments of my memories, the visions that haunted me… it felt like a heavy burden, a destiny I couldn’t escape.
I saw them then, two figures standing in the doorway, their silhouettes framed by the warm light of the lobby.
Their scents, pine and lavender, hit me like a punch to the gut.
Isabelle, her raven hair gleaming, her amber eyes cold and sharp, watched us approach.
Her Alpha aura was strong, making me take a step back, a wave of submission washing over me.
And beside her… Derek. He looked so much like Rowan’s, but softer, met mine with a flicker of… recognition? Concern? Longing?
They stared at us, their scents a symphony. It was a bond that I was excluded from, a world I didn’t belong in.
And as I met their gazes, I knew that I had stumbled into something dangerous, something I didn’t understand, a game I couldn’t play, a world I had no place in.