The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 215: Chapter 215

Isabelle POV:
Their scent hit me first—a mix of fear and something… familiar.
I recognized her instantly: Emma, Rowan’s human girlfriend.
Or rather, his ex-girlfriend, if what Rowan told me was true.
“This is not good.” My wolf growled, her fur bristling.
She sensed trouble, a potential disaster. “These humans didn’t belong here.”
“Alpha Isabelle,” Derek whispered, his golden eyes wary. “She’s… she’s…”
“I know who she is, Derek,” I said sharply, cutting him off. I had to be careful.
Rowan's father, Marcus Magnus, stood beside me, his amber eyes cold and calculating. He wasn't fond of humans, especially those who stuck their noses in werewolf business.
“Get rid of them, Isabelle,” he growled. His voice was a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “This is pack business. Humans have no place here.”
Derek and I exchanged a look. We both knew sending them away, especially Emma, wouldn’t be easy.
There was something in her eyes, a wildness, a desperation, that hinted at a deeper knowledge, a connection to our world.
“Yes, Alpha,” I said, my voice clipped.
I walked towards them, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, her claws wanting to extend.
“Emma,” I said, my voice cool and steady. “What are you doing here?”
She looked at me, her blue eyes wide with fear, but also a spark of defiance. Her scent, a blend of human anxieties and something… else… made my wolf growl.
It was a scent of recognition, a scent that sparked unease.
“Rowan’s in danger,” she blurted out, her voice trembling.
Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. My betrothed, the Alpha who was supposed to be by my side, was lost. And not just physically. His heart was with another.
“You have to help him. He needs you.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked sharply, trying to hide the fear that clawed at me.
“Rowan’s a grown wolf. He can handle himself. He doesn’t need help from a human.”
“You don’t understand,” Emma insisted, her voice rising with desperation. “This is bigger than you think. It's about… magic. A sorcerer. A prophecy.”
“A sorcerer? A prophecy?” I scoffed, trying to hide the shiver that ran down my spine.
I’d been having strange dreams myself, flashes of a silver she-wolf, a shadowy figure with red eyes… but I’d dismissed them as just that – dreams.
“Don't be ridiculous, Emma. You’ve been watching too many fantasy movies.”
But even as I said the words, a primal instinct deep inside me, a whisper of the ancient magic in my Mondragon blood, told me she might be telling the truth.
“Listen to her, Isabelle.” the other human voice, a low rumble, startled me.
He stepped forward, his blue eyes, usually so carefree, now clouded with fear. It was the same fear I felt, a premonition of something terrible.
“She’s right. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.”
“It’s… like that night… at the prom,” he said, his voice a shaky whisper.
He looked around the lobby nervously, like he was searching for an escape.
“Remember? The… the feeling… the darkness…”
“Emma,” I said, my voice softening.
The Alpha mask slipped, and a vulnerability I rarely showed surfaced. I could sense their fear, their knowledge of something I didn't understand.
We were connected, human and werewolf, by a shared fear of the unknown.
“What do you know? Tell me… everything.”
And as Emma spoke, her voice trembling, her eyes wide with fear, I listened.
She poured out a torrent of fragmented memories, of dreams and visions, of a past she shouldn’t remember, a future she was trying to change.
She talked about a silver she-wolf, a shadowy sorcerer, a baby in danger. It was a story of magic and love and a darkness that threatened to consume us all.
My heart pounded, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, her claws wanting to tear, to shred, to protect.
I looked at the human girl, a mix of disbelief and a growing certainty swirling inside me.
“She’s right, Isabelle. She’s seen it. She remembers.” My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble, a mixture of fear and a strange excitement.
It was the same power I’d felt, the same connection to a destiny I couldn’t escape.
“It started with dreams,” Emma whispered, her eyes darting around the lobby, like she could see the shadows I could smell, the presence of something ancient and evil.
“Visions. Of a… a silver she-wolf, her eyes burning like fire. She was fighting… someone. A dark figure. A… sorcerer? I don’t know. But he was powerful. And… evil.”
She shivered, and her scent, a mix of human fear and a faint trace of Catrina’s lavender and vanilla, made my wolf growl protectively.
It was a recognition of the bond between them, the omega and the Alpha’s mate.
“And… there was a baby,” she continued, her voice breaking, tears welling up in her eyes.
“A baby boy… with amber eyes. And he was… in danger. And I… I couldn’t… I couldn’t save him.”
She broke down, her sobs echoing in the lobby.
The weight of her grief, her guilt, was a reminder of the darkness that had touched her, the memories that had been taken.
“It’s okay, Emma.” I placed a hand on her shoulder, offering comfort, surprised by my own need to protect her. “You’re safe now. We’ll protect you.”
“Protect her? She’s human, Isabelle. A liability. A threat to our world.” My wolf growled, reminding me of the ancient laws, the boundaries that separate humans from werewolves.
“What’s going on here, Isabelle?”
Marcus' voice, sharp and commanding, snapped me back to reality.
He stepped closer, his amber eyes narrowed, his gaze flickering between Emma and me.
His scent, pine and leather and Alpha power, made my own wolf cower.
“What are these humans doing here? Why are they crying?”
“He suspects Isabelle. “ My wolf whimpered, her claws wanting to extend, wanting to defend, to protect… to submit.
“They… they know,Alpha,” I said, my voice a shaky whisper.
I met his gaze, pleading for understanding, ashamed of my own weakness, my inability to control my feelings. “They know… about werewolves. About… Damien. About… Catrina.”
"What?!” He roared, his voice a thunderclap.
He was furious, his amber eyes blazing. “How? How could they possibly…?”
“It’s a long story, Marcus,” I said, my voice finding its strength, my Alpha taking over.
“But we don’t have time for explanations. We have to find Rowan. And Catrina. They’re… they’re in more danger than we ever imagined.”
“These humans… they’re a liability, Isabelle,” Marcus growled, his gaze fixed on Emma and Brock.
He was right. They’d seen too much. They knew too much.
“We have to silence them. For the good of the pack.” My wolf growled, reminding me of the harsh laws, the sacrifices we sometimes had to make to protect our world.
But a flicker of compassion, of protectiveness, stopped me.
They’d come here to help. And I believed them.
I believed Rowan needed our help. And that Catrina needed our help.
“We’re not going to hurt them, Marcus,” I said firmly.
My gaze met his, a challenge, a defiance. I wouldn’t sacrifice my conscience, my belief in love, even for the sake of tradition.
“They came here to help. And I believe them. Rowan needs our help. Catrina needs our help. And we’re going to help them. Together.”
“Isabelle…” Marcus started to protest, but I cut him off, my voice a low growl.
“They might be human, Marcus,” I said, my gaze holding his, “but they love Rowan. They care about Catrina. And they might be the key to saving them both. The key to defeating Damien.”
“But… how can we trust them, Isabelle?” Derek’s voice was a hesitant whisper.
“They’re humans, Derek,” I said, meeting his gaze.
I understood his fear, but I was willing to take the risk. We had to.
“But they care about Rowan. And… maybe… just maybe… is enough.”
“We have to trust them, Derek,” I said, my voice firm. “We don’t have a choice. We need their help. For Rowan. For Catrina. For all of us.”