The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 243: Chapter 243
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Rowan POV:
“Run, fools! Flee while you still can!” Damien’s mocking laughter echoed through the crumbling palace, fueling the fire in my blood.
A primal rage eclipsed the pain in my side and the fear in my heart.
I burst through a crumbling archway, my wolf a blur of silver fur and fangs. My amber eyes scanned the chaotic scene.
Derek and Henri, their backs to me, were fighting side-by-side against a wave of shadow warriors.
Their movements were a desperate dance of silver and gold, their growls a defiant symphony against the overwhelming darkness.
“They’re outnumbered, Rowan! We have to help them!” My wolf urged me forward.
I didn’t hesitate.
I charged into the fight, my claws raking, my fangs tearing, the scent of blood and magic and primal fury filling my senses.
I hadn't been there for Catrina when she was taken. I'd failed to protect her. But I wouldn’t fail my pack, my family.
“Rowan!” Derek shouted, surprised and relieved.
He was battling two shadow warriors at once, his golden fur matted with sweat and blood, his movements strained.
He was hurt, his left leg dragging, but he fought with a ferocity that filled me with pride.
“He’s fighting for her, Rowan. For Isabelle,” my wolf growled, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
But I pushed the jealousy aside. This wasn’t the time for petty rivalries or forbidden desires.
We had a common enemy to defeat, a darkness to vanquish, a love to reclaim.
“Go help Isabelle! I’ve got this!” I snarled, my wolf a whirlwind as I slammed into one of the shadow warriors, sending it crashing against a wall.
It dissolved into black smoke, its red eyes fading.
But another took its place, and then another, their numbers endless, their attacks relentless, their red eyes burning with Damien’s twisted will.
I could feel his magic, a dark, heavy force, pressing down on us, making every movement a struggle.
“He’s toying with us, Rowan. He’s enjoying this,” my wolf growled angrily.
“Where’s Catrina, Derek?” I shouted over the noise of the battle. “Have you seen her?”
“I… I don’t know,” Derek gasped, dodging a shadow warrior’s claws.
“She was here… with Damien… but then… they vanished.”
“Vanished? Where?”
“I don’t know! It was like… like they just… disappeared!”
Fear, cold and sharp, gripped my heart. He’s taken her deeper into the spirit realm, Rowan. To a place where we can’t reach her.
“We have to find her, Derek!” I pleaded, my wolf pacing restlessly, his claws digging into the stone floor. “We can’t let Damien get away with this!”
“But where do we look? This place is a maze!” Derek countered, frustrated. He was fighting bravely, but I could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
"We can’t give up, Derek!” I roared, my wolf’s determination echoing in my voice.
“We have to keep searching. Catrina needs us. And we need… we need to stop Damien before he…”
My voice trailed off, the horrifying truth of Damien’s intentions, the whispered prophecy, the destiny we were fighting to prevent, weighing heavily on me.
“He’s going to use her, Derek,” I said grimly, my gaze meeting his.
We shared an understanding of the danger, the horror that awaited us, a bond that went beyond our rivalry.
“He’s going to use her power to… to merge with the spirit realm. To become a… a god. He’ll destroy everything, Derek. Our pack, our world… everything.”
Derek’s eyes widened with fear, but then his jaw set, his golden eyes hardened with resolve.
“Then we’ll stop him, Rowan,” he said firmly, his wolf standing tall beside mine, their scents mingling, their strengths combining. “We’ll stop him together.”
“Derek! Rowan!”
Isabelle’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. She stood a few feet away, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with fire.
Beside her, Carson, his golden fur matted with blood, looked at me with a mix of concern and longing that made my wolf growl possessively.
I quickly pushed the feeling down, reminding myself of the forbidden love, the impossible bond.
And behind them, looking pale and scared, stood Emma and Brock.
Their human scents were a stark contrast to the musk of the wolves, a reminder of the world we were fighting for.
“What are they doing here?” I growled, disapproving.
My wolf’s protective instincts extended to these humans, these friends who’d dared to enter this dangerous world.
“They came to help, Rowan,” Isabelle said firmly, a hint of defiance in her tone. “They know about Damien. They know about… everything.”
“They’re just… humans, Isabelle,” I argued, my wolf bristling, his claws digging into the floor.
I wanted to keep them safe, to shield them from the darkness I’d brought upon them.
“They don’t belong here. It’s too dangerous.”
“They’re here because they care about Catrina, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her gaze meeting mine.
It was a challenge, a reminder of the bond that defied logic, the love that transcended boundaries.
“Just like… we do.”
“They’re a liability, Isabelle!” I snapped, my frustration and fear for their safety boiling over.
“They’ll get hurt. They could… they could…”
My words trailed off, the image of Catrina’s terrified face, the memory of her abduction, the knowledge that she was suffering because of me, twisting a knife in my gut.
“I won’t let them get hurt, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her voice a low growl, her gaze steady. Her amber eyes blazed with a determination that mirrored my own.
“They’re… under my protection. And… we’re all in this… together.”
“We’re a pack, Rowan,” Derek said, his voice a low rumble, reminding us of the bond that tied us together, the loyalty that ran deeper than blood, deeper than magic.
“And we fight… as one.”
And as I looked at them – my brother, my Beta, Isabelle, the Alpha promised to me but in love with another.
Carson, the Beta who’d betrayed me but now fought beside me, Emma and Brock, the humans who’d dared to enter this terrifying and beautiful world – I felt a surge of hope.
A glimmer of light in the darkness, a reminder that I wasn’t alone.
That even against this overwhelming power, this ancient evil, we had each other, we had love, we had… a chance.
“We can do this, Rowan,” my wolf rumbled, determined and fiercely protective.
“We can defeat Damien. We can save Catrina. We can… rewrite our destiny.”
“Let’s go,” I said firmly, my gaze meeting theirs.
We shared a purpose, a determination, a bond forged in battle, a love that defied boundaries, a destiny we were determined to claim.
“Let’s bring her… home.”
We fought our way through the ruined palace, a maze of crumbling walls and shadowy corridors.
The smell of magic and decay was a constant reminder of the surrounding darkness, the power we were challenging, the love we were fighting for.
The shadow warriors, relentless and seemingly endless, emerged from every corner, their red eyes glowing, their claws dripping with black ooze, their growls menacing.
But we were ready for them.
Our wolves, a mix of silver, gold, and black, a whirlwind of primal fury, tore through their ranks.
Our scents, a mix of pack, of family, of a love that defied all boundaries, fueled our every move.
“Where is she, Damien?” I roared, my voice echoing through the empty halls, challenging the sorcerer, demanding the return of my mate, my Luna.
“Show yourself, coward! Face me!”
But the only answer was silence, a heavy, oppressive silence that amplified the pounding of my heart, my ragged breath, the fear that gnawed at me.
“He’s… toying with us, Rowan,” Derek said, his golden eyes narrowed, wary, scanning the shadows.
“He’s… leading us… somewhere.”
We followed his lead, our wolves’ instincts guiding us.
The faint but persistent scent of Catrina, a whisper of lavender and vanilla, was a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the love we were fighting for.
As we pushed deeper into the heart of the palace, the air grew colder and heavier, the smell of magic and decay and ancient power intensified.
The whispers of the shadows grew louder, echoing the doubts and fears within us all.
I knew we were walking towards a confrontation that would change everything, a battle we might not survive, a love that could either save us or destroy us completely.
We reached a massive, iron-bound door, its surface carved with ancient runes that pulsed with a green light – a symbol of Damien’s power, a warning of the darkness beyond.
“He’s in there, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her amber eyes blazing with fear and determination.
Her wolf paced restlessly beside me, her scent a blend of lavender and power, a reminder of the forbidden desire between us.
“I can feel his magic… his presence… his… darkness.”
“Then… let’s end this,” I said, my gaze meeting hers.
We shared a common goal, a mutual determination, a bond forged in battle, a love that defied boundaries, a destiny we were determined to claim.
And as Derek, his golden eyes filled with a love I couldn’t deny, reached for the door handle, I knew the moment of truth had arrived.
The time for words, for doubts, for regrets, was over.
It was time to fight.
“Run, fools! Flee while you still can!” Damien’s mocking laughter echoed through the crumbling palace, fueling the fire in my blood.
A primal rage eclipsed the pain in my side and the fear in my heart.
I burst through a crumbling archway, my wolf a blur of silver fur and fangs. My amber eyes scanned the chaotic scene.
Derek and Henri, their backs to me, were fighting side-by-side against a wave of shadow warriors.
Their movements were a desperate dance of silver and gold, their growls a defiant symphony against the overwhelming darkness.
“They’re outnumbered, Rowan! We have to help them!” My wolf urged me forward.
I didn’t hesitate.
I charged into the fight, my claws raking, my fangs tearing, the scent of blood and magic and primal fury filling my senses.
I hadn't been there for Catrina when she was taken. I'd failed to protect her. But I wouldn’t fail my pack, my family.
“Rowan!” Derek shouted, surprised and relieved.
He was battling two shadow warriors at once, his golden fur matted with sweat and blood, his movements strained.
He was hurt, his left leg dragging, but he fought with a ferocity that filled me with pride.
“He’s fighting for her, Rowan. For Isabelle,” my wolf growled, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
But I pushed the jealousy aside. This wasn’t the time for petty rivalries or forbidden desires.
We had a common enemy to defeat, a darkness to vanquish, a love to reclaim.
“Go help Isabelle! I’ve got this!” I snarled, my wolf a whirlwind as I slammed into one of the shadow warriors, sending it crashing against a wall.
It dissolved into black smoke, its red eyes fading.
But another took its place, and then another, their numbers endless, their attacks relentless, their red eyes burning with Damien’s twisted will.
I could feel his magic, a dark, heavy force, pressing down on us, making every movement a struggle.
“He’s toying with us, Rowan. He’s enjoying this,” my wolf growled angrily.
“Where’s Catrina, Derek?” I shouted over the noise of the battle. “Have you seen her?”
“I… I don’t know,” Derek gasped, dodging a shadow warrior’s claws.
“She was here… with Damien… but then… they vanished.”
“Vanished? Where?”
“I don’t know! It was like… like they just… disappeared!”
Fear, cold and sharp, gripped my heart. He’s taken her deeper into the spirit realm, Rowan. To a place where we can’t reach her.
“We have to find her, Derek!” I pleaded, my wolf pacing restlessly, his claws digging into the stone floor. “We can’t let Damien get away with this!”
“But where do we look? This place is a maze!” Derek countered, frustrated. He was fighting bravely, but I could see the exhaustion in his eyes.
"We can’t give up, Derek!” I roared, my wolf’s determination echoing in my voice.
“We have to keep searching. Catrina needs us. And we need… we need to stop Damien before he…”
My voice trailed off, the horrifying truth of Damien’s intentions, the whispered prophecy, the destiny we were fighting to prevent, weighing heavily on me.
“He’s going to use her, Derek,” I said grimly, my gaze meeting his.
We shared an understanding of the danger, the horror that awaited us, a bond that went beyond our rivalry.
“He’s going to use her power to… to merge with the spirit realm. To become a… a god. He’ll destroy everything, Derek. Our pack, our world… everything.”
Derek’s eyes widened with fear, but then his jaw set, his golden eyes hardened with resolve.
“Then we’ll stop him, Rowan,” he said firmly, his wolf standing tall beside mine, their scents mingling, their strengths combining. “We’ll stop him together.”
“Derek! Rowan!”
Isabelle’s sharp voice cut through the chaos. She stood a few feet away, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with fire.
Beside her, Carson, his golden fur matted with blood, looked at me with a mix of concern and longing that made my wolf growl possessively.
I quickly pushed the feeling down, reminding myself of the forbidden love, the impossible bond.
And behind them, looking pale and scared, stood Emma and Brock.
Their human scents were a stark contrast to the musk of the wolves, a reminder of the world we were fighting for.
“What are they doing here?” I growled, disapproving.
My wolf’s protective instincts extended to these humans, these friends who’d dared to enter this dangerous world.
“They came to help, Rowan,” Isabelle said firmly, a hint of defiance in her tone. “They know about Damien. They know about… everything.”
“They’re just… humans, Isabelle,” I argued, my wolf bristling, his claws digging into the floor.
I wanted to keep them safe, to shield them from the darkness I’d brought upon them.
“They don’t belong here. It’s too dangerous.”
“They’re here because they care about Catrina, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her gaze meeting mine.
It was a challenge, a reminder of the bond that defied logic, the love that transcended boundaries.
“Just like… we do.”
“They’re a liability, Isabelle!” I snapped, my frustration and fear for their safety boiling over.
“They’ll get hurt. They could… they could…”
My words trailed off, the image of Catrina’s terrified face, the memory of her abduction, the knowledge that she was suffering because of me, twisting a knife in my gut.
“I won’t let them get hurt, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her voice a low growl, her gaze steady. Her amber eyes blazed with a determination that mirrored my own.
“They’re… under my protection. And… we’re all in this… together.”
“We’re a pack, Rowan,” Derek said, his voice a low rumble, reminding us of the bond that tied us together, the loyalty that ran deeper than blood, deeper than magic.
“And we fight… as one.”
And as I looked at them – my brother, my Beta, Isabelle, the Alpha promised to me but in love with another.
Carson, the Beta who’d betrayed me but now fought beside me, Emma and Brock, the humans who’d dared to enter this terrifying and beautiful world – I felt a surge of hope.
A glimmer of light in the darkness, a reminder that I wasn’t alone.
That even against this overwhelming power, this ancient evil, we had each other, we had love, we had… a chance.
“We can do this, Rowan,” my wolf rumbled, determined and fiercely protective.
“We can defeat Damien. We can save Catrina. We can… rewrite our destiny.”
“Let’s go,” I said firmly, my gaze meeting theirs.
We shared a purpose, a determination, a bond forged in battle, a love that defied boundaries, a destiny we were determined to claim.
“Let’s bring her… home.”
We fought our way through the ruined palace, a maze of crumbling walls and shadowy corridors.
The smell of magic and decay was a constant reminder of the surrounding darkness, the power we were challenging, the love we were fighting for.
The shadow warriors, relentless and seemingly endless, emerged from every corner, their red eyes glowing, their claws dripping with black ooze, their growls menacing.
But we were ready for them.
Our wolves, a mix of silver, gold, and black, a whirlwind of primal fury, tore through their ranks.
Our scents, a mix of pack, of family, of a love that defied all boundaries, fueled our every move.
“Where is she, Damien?” I roared, my voice echoing through the empty halls, challenging the sorcerer, demanding the return of my mate, my Luna.
“Show yourself, coward! Face me!”
But the only answer was silence, a heavy, oppressive silence that amplified the pounding of my heart, my ragged breath, the fear that gnawed at me.
“He’s… toying with us, Rowan,” Derek said, his golden eyes narrowed, wary, scanning the shadows.
“He’s… leading us… somewhere.”
We followed his lead, our wolves’ instincts guiding us.
The faint but persistent scent of Catrina, a whisper of lavender and vanilla, was a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the love we were fighting for.
As we pushed deeper into the heart of the palace, the air grew colder and heavier, the smell of magic and decay and ancient power intensified.
The whispers of the shadows grew louder, echoing the doubts and fears within us all.
I knew we were walking towards a confrontation that would change everything, a battle we might not survive, a love that could either save us or destroy us completely.
We reached a massive, iron-bound door, its surface carved with ancient runes that pulsed with a green light – a symbol of Damien’s power, a warning of the darkness beyond.
“He’s in there, Rowan,” Isabelle said, her amber eyes blazing with fear and determination.
Her wolf paced restlessly beside me, her scent a blend of lavender and power, a reminder of the forbidden desire between us.
“I can feel his magic… his presence… his… darkness.”
“Then… let’s end this,” I said, my gaze meeting hers.
We shared a common goal, a mutual determination, a bond forged in battle, a love that defied boundaries, a destiny we were determined to claim.
And as Derek, his golden eyes filled with a love I couldn’t deny, reached for the door handle, I knew the moment of truth had arrived.
The time for words, for doubts, for regrets, was over.
It was time to fight.
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