The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 225: Chapter 225
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Emma POV:
“There’s… a shop down on Main Street. A New Age shop. The owner… she’s… different. People say she knows things. About magic. About werewolves.”
Brock stared at me, his blue eyes wide with disbelief.
“You think… we should go there? Ask her for help?”
“We need to try something, Brock.” My voice was shaky, but firm.
“We have to find them. And this… this woman… she might be our only hope.”
I remembered the rumors about the shop owner, whispers of her strange knowledge, her connection to the unseen world.
It sounded crazy, desperate, but after the dreams I’d been having… I was willing to try anything.
“Okay,” Brock said finally. He squeezed my hand, his touch a reassurance. “We’ll find this… magic shop. And we’ll get some answers.”
We drove down to Main Street, the setting sun casting long shadows over the quaint shops and cobblestone streets.
The New Age shop, tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, was easy to spot.
Crystals glittered in the window, and the air around it buzzed with a strange energy.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as we stepped inside.
The shop was dim and crowded, filled with the scent of incense and herbs, shelves overflowing with strange objects – crystals, candles, dreamcatchers, books with mystical titles.
An old woman with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes sat behind the counter, sorting through a deck of tarot cards.
She looked up as we entered, her gaze sharp and knowing.
“Can I help you, dears?” she asked, her voice raspy but kind.
“We’re… looking for information,” I said, my voice hesitant.
I wasn't sure how to explain, how to ask about werewolves and sorcerers and a world I barely understood.
“Information? About what, dear?”
The woman’s blue eyes seemed to see right through me.
“About… something strange. Something… dangerous.”
Before I could explain further, a voice, a familiar, startled me.
“Emma? What are you doing here?”
I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat.
It was Catrina’s parents, Henri and Maggie Blanc. They stood by a shelf of books, their faces etched with worry.
“Mr. and Mrs. Blanc?” I asked, confused. “What… what are you doing here?”
“We’re… we’re looking for our daughter,” Maggie said, her voice trembling.
“She’s… she’s missing.”
“Missing?” I echoed, my own fear intensifying. “You mean… you don’t know where she is either?”
They shook their heads, their faces pale.
“We haven’t heard from her in days,” Henri said, his voice a low growl.
“We’ve been calling her, texting her, but… nothing. We… we’re worried sick.”
I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering between them and the old woman behind the counter, who was watching us intently, her blue eyes sharp and knowing.
I had a choice to make.
Trust them with the truth, the crazy, impossible truth, or keep it to myself, risk losing them forever.
Tell them, Emma.
The voice in my head, the voice that had been guiding me, urging me forward, was insistent now.
They deserve to know. They can help.
“I… I think I know where she is,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “And… I think I know who took her.”
Their heads snapped up, their eyes wide with a mixture of hope and fear.
“What… what do you mean, Emma?” Maggie asked, her voice urgent.
“What do you know?”
“Tell us, child,” Henri said, his voice a low rumble, his amber eyes intense.
“Tell us everything.”
I took a deep breath and told them everything. About the dreams, the visions, the shadowy figure with red eyes, the name that echoed in my nightmares – Damien.
About Rowan, his strange behavior, his connection to Catrina, the mate bond that he’d tried to break, the destiny he’d tried to outrun.
About the silver wolf pendant, the warmth I’d felt from it, the feeling that it was somehow… important.
As I spoke, the old woman behind the counter listened intently, her blue eyes twinkling with an ancient knowledge, a wisdom that transcended the boundaries of our human world.
And when I finished, she spoke, her voice a low, raspy whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
“So… the prophecy unfolds. The darkness returns. And the omega… she is the key.”
Henri and Maggie exchanged a worried glance, their faces pale.
“Prophecy? What prophecy?” Maggie asked, her voice trembling.
“What do you know about this, Agnes?”
The old woman, Agnes, smiled sadly.
“It is an old tale, my dears. A legend passed down through generations of werewolves, a story of a powerful omega, a chosen one, whose destiny is intertwined with a dark sorcerer, a love that could either save the world… or destroy it.”
She paused, her gaze meeting mine, her blue eyes piercing, full of a knowledge that made my heart pound.
“The omega, she is the key, Emma,” she said. “Her power, her love, it can tip the balance. But Damien… he wants to control her, to twist her power for his own dark purposes.”
“He wants to use her to… to merge with the spirit realm,” Henri said, his voice a low growl, his amber eyes blazing with a father’s fury, a protector’s rage.
“To become a god. To rule over both worlds.”
“And Rowan… Rowan’s the only one who can stop him,” Maggie whispered, her voice full of despair.
“But he’s lost, confused. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t understand.”
“We have to help them, Agnes,” I pleaded, my voice filled with a desperate hope.
“We have to find Rowan, to warn him, to help him save Catrina. But… how?”
“The spirit realm is a dangerous place, child,” Agnes said, her voice a warning.
“It’s not meant for humans. The magic… the shadows… they can… consume you.”
“But we don’t have a choice, Agnes!”
I cried, my heart aching for Rowan, for Catrina, for the love they’d shared, the destiny that had been stolen from them.
“We have to try!”
Agnes studied me for a moment, her gaze intense. Then she nodded slowly.
“Very well, child,” she said, her voice a whisper.
“I will help you. But be warned, the path you choose is fraught with danger. Are you willing to pay the price?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
I looked at Henri and Maggie, their faces pale but determined.
“We’re willing.”
“We have to save our daughter,” Henri said, his voice a low growl.
“And we have to save Rowan,” I added, my gaze meeting Maggie’s.
“There’s… a shop down on Main Street. A New Age shop. The owner… she’s… different. People say she knows things. About magic. About werewolves.”
Brock stared at me, his blue eyes wide with disbelief.
“You think… we should go there? Ask her for help?”
“We need to try something, Brock.” My voice was shaky, but firm.
“We have to find them. And this… this woman… she might be our only hope.”
I remembered the rumors about the shop owner, whispers of her strange knowledge, her connection to the unseen world.
It sounded crazy, desperate, but after the dreams I’d been having… I was willing to try anything.
“Okay,” Brock said finally. He squeezed my hand, his touch a reassurance. “We’ll find this… magic shop. And we’ll get some answers.”
We drove down to Main Street, the setting sun casting long shadows over the quaint shops and cobblestone streets.
The New Age shop, tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, was easy to spot.
Crystals glittered in the window, and the air around it buzzed with a strange energy.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as we stepped inside.
The shop was dim and crowded, filled with the scent of incense and herbs, shelves overflowing with strange objects – crystals, candles, dreamcatchers, books with mystical titles.
An old woman with long, silver hair and piercing blue eyes sat behind the counter, sorting through a deck of tarot cards.
She looked up as we entered, her gaze sharp and knowing.
“Can I help you, dears?” she asked, her voice raspy but kind.
“We’re… looking for information,” I said, my voice hesitant.
I wasn't sure how to explain, how to ask about werewolves and sorcerers and a world I barely understood.
“Information? About what, dear?”
The woman’s blue eyes seemed to see right through me.
“About… something strange. Something… dangerous.”
Before I could explain further, a voice, a familiar, startled me.
“Emma? What are you doing here?”
I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat.
It was Catrina’s parents, Henri and Maggie Blanc. They stood by a shelf of books, their faces etched with worry.
“Mr. and Mrs. Blanc?” I asked, confused. “What… what are you doing here?”
“We’re… we’re looking for our daughter,” Maggie said, her voice trembling.
“She’s… she’s missing.”
“Missing?” I echoed, my own fear intensifying. “You mean… you don’t know where she is either?”
They shook their heads, their faces pale.
“We haven’t heard from her in days,” Henri said, his voice a low growl.
“We’ve been calling her, texting her, but… nothing. We… we’re worried sick.”
I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering between them and the old woman behind the counter, who was watching us intently, her blue eyes sharp and knowing.
I had a choice to make.
Trust them with the truth, the crazy, impossible truth, or keep it to myself, risk losing them forever.
Tell them, Emma.
The voice in my head, the voice that had been guiding me, urging me forward, was insistent now.
They deserve to know. They can help.
“I… I think I know where she is,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “And… I think I know who took her.”
Their heads snapped up, their eyes wide with a mixture of hope and fear.
“What… what do you mean, Emma?” Maggie asked, her voice urgent.
“What do you know?”
“Tell us, child,” Henri said, his voice a low rumble, his amber eyes intense.
“Tell us everything.”
I took a deep breath and told them everything. About the dreams, the visions, the shadowy figure with red eyes, the name that echoed in my nightmares – Damien.
About Rowan, his strange behavior, his connection to Catrina, the mate bond that he’d tried to break, the destiny he’d tried to outrun.
About the silver wolf pendant, the warmth I’d felt from it, the feeling that it was somehow… important.
As I spoke, the old woman behind the counter listened intently, her blue eyes twinkling with an ancient knowledge, a wisdom that transcended the boundaries of our human world.
And when I finished, she spoke, her voice a low, raspy whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
“So… the prophecy unfolds. The darkness returns. And the omega… she is the key.”
Henri and Maggie exchanged a worried glance, their faces pale.
“Prophecy? What prophecy?” Maggie asked, her voice trembling.
“What do you know about this, Agnes?”
The old woman, Agnes, smiled sadly.
“It is an old tale, my dears. A legend passed down through generations of werewolves, a story of a powerful omega, a chosen one, whose destiny is intertwined with a dark sorcerer, a love that could either save the world… or destroy it.”
She paused, her gaze meeting mine, her blue eyes piercing, full of a knowledge that made my heart pound.
“The omega, she is the key, Emma,” she said. “Her power, her love, it can tip the balance. But Damien… he wants to control her, to twist her power for his own dark purposes.”
“He wants to use her to… to merge with the spirit realm,” Henri said, his voice a low growl, his amber eyes blazing with a father’s fury, a protector’s rage.
“To become a god. To rule over both worlds.”
“And Rowan… Rowan’s the only one who can stop him,” Maggie whispered, her voice full of despair.
“But he’s lost, confused. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t understand.”
“We have to help them, Agnes,” I pleaded, my voice filled with a desperate hope.
“We have to find Rowan, to warn him, to help him save Catrina. But… how?”
“The spirit realm is a dangerous place, child,” Agnes said, her voice a warning.
“It’s not meant for humans. The magic… the shadows… they can… consume you.”
“But we don’t have a choice, Agnes!”
I cried, my heart aching for Rowan, for Catrina, for the love they’d shared, the destiny that had been stolen from them.
“We have to try!”
Agnes studied me for a moment, her gaze intense. Then she nodded slowly.
“Very well, child,” she said, her voice a whisper.
“I will help you. But be warned, the path you choose is fraught with danger. Are you willing to pay the price?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
I looked at Henri and Maggie, their faces pale but determined.
“We’re willing.”
“We have to save our daughter,” Henri said, his voice a low growl.
“And we have to save Rowan,” I added, my gaze meeting Maggie’s.
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