The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 245: Chapter 245
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Emma POV:
“We have to do something, Emma. We can’t just stand here and watch them die.”
Brock’s voice was strained and urgent, pulling me back from the edge of panic.
The scene before me was terrifying – a whirlwind of fur and fangs, shadows and magic.
A battle was raging in the ruined palace, a desperate fight against a darkness that threatened to swallow us all.
Rowan and Derek, their wolves a blur of silver and gold, were battling a horde of Damien's shadow warriors.
Isabelle, her fur shining under the eerie green light of the spirit realm, fought with a fierceness that took my breath away.
And in the center of it all, Damien, a figure of darkness and evil, his red eyes burning, held Catrina captive.
Her silver hair stood out against his black robes, her body stiff and unmoving, her blue eyes, once so full of life, now blank and empty.
“But… what can we do?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
My eyes darted between the battle and the ancient book in my hands.
Its pages were filled with strange symbols and words I couldn’t understand – a knowledge that felt both exciting and dangerous.
Agnes, her silver hair shining, her blue eyes reflecting my own sadness, had given me the book – a guide, a weapon, a last hope against an enemy we couldn’t defeat, a power we couldn’t comprehend.
“The words, child,” she’d said, her voice low, her hand gently squeezing my shoulder.
It was a reminder of the human world, the normal life I was leaving behind.
“They hold the power. The magic. Use them wisely. And… be careful, Emma. The spirit realm is a dangerous place, even for those who believe.”
I clung to her words, but now, watching Rowan and the others fight, their bodies battered, their strength fading, fear and helplessness overwhelmed me.
I was just a human, a fragile creature in this world of wolves and magic.
“We have to do something, Emma,” Brock urged, his voice strained, his blue eyes filled with worry.
He reached for my hand, his touch warm and reassuring, a reminder of our shared humanity, the love that connected us – a simple, real love.
“We can’t just… stand here and… watch them die.”
“But… we’re human, Brock,” I whispered, tears welling up.
“We don’t have magic. We don’t have power. We can’t… we can’t possibly…”
“Look!” Brock gasped, urgency in his voice. He pointed to Catrina, her body stiff, her eyes vacant.
“He’s… he’s doing something to her, Emma. He’s… he’s taking her… away.”
As I watched, my heart sinking, Damien leaned in, his cold lips brushing Catrina’s cheek, his red eyes fixed on her with a possessive hunger that chilled me.
“She’s… she’s slipping away, Brock,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
I felt grief for the she-wolf who was lost, for my friend, and a primal fear for Rowan, the Alpha who loved her and had sacrificed everything to save her.
“He’s… he’s taking her… from him… from… us.”
“We have to stop him, Emma,” Brock growled with a determination I’d never heard before.
He squeezed my hand, his strength surprising me, a reminder of his love for me – a love I couldn’t fully return, not with the memory of Rowan’s touch, his scent, his gaze, a forbidden love that haunted me.
“We have to… do something.”
I looked at him, his blue eyes burning with a fire that mirrored my own desperation.
This human boy had stepped into a world of wolves and magic, a world he didn’t understand, but one he was willing to fight for, to die for. His courage inspired me.
“But… what can we do, Brock?” I asked, my voice shaky, looking back at the ancient book.
“We’re… we’re just… humans.”
“We’re more than that, Emma,” Brock said firmly, his eyes meeting mine, his belief in me giving me a spark of hope.
“We’re… we’re their friends, Emma. And… we’re the only ones who can… help them.”
He pointed to a passage in the book, tracing the strange symbols with his finger. His voice was low as he read the words – an ancient spell, a summoning, a plea for power.
“Here, Emma. Read this. Agnes said… it’s a… a ritual. A way to… disrupt Damien’s magic. To… weaken his hold on Catrina. To… give Rowan a fighting chance.”
I stared at the words, my mind reeling with fear and hope.
Could this ancient magic really work?
Could we, as humans, actually make a difference? Could we save them?
“But… I… I don’t know how, Brock,” I stammered, my voice trembling. The fate of our world, the lives of our friends, rested on me, a burden I wasn't sure I could bear.
“I… I’m just… a human. I don’t… I don’t have… magic.”
“You have… love, Emma,” Brock said softly, his gaze holding mine, his warmth and strength giving me hope.
He reminded me of the love I felt for Rowan, the love that maybe… just maybe… I could reclaim.
“You have… courage. And… you have… hope. And sometimes, Emma… that’s… that’s all it takes.”
He squeezed my hand, reminding me of our human connection, the bond we shared, the reality of our world – a world that, despite the darkness and monsters, was still beautiful, still worth fighting for.
“I… I have to do this, Emma.” His voice was firm now, his eyes filled with a determination that mirrored my own.
“I… I owe it to her. To… Catrina. She… she saved my life, Emma. She… she stood up for me. When no one else… would.”
He paused, his eyes pleading for understanding, sharing my grief for the she-wolf who was lost.
“I… I have to… try to save her, Emma. Even if… even if it means… risking… everything.”
I looked at him, at the love in his eyes, the courage that radiated from him, and I felt a wave of admiration, gratitude, a flicker of love for him, for the human connection that, in this moment, felt real, powerful, right.
“Help me, Brock,” I whispered, trusting him like I never had before, recognizing his love, his strength.
“Help me… save her.”
And together, our hands clasped, our eyes fixed on the ancient words, our voices a whisper, a prayer, we began to chant.
The ritual, a symphony of human voices, challenged the darkness, a beacon of hope in the storm.
Please… let this work.
The air crackled with energy, shadows danced, the room pulsed with power. As the moon, a silver disk in the night sky, bathed us in its cold light, I knew we were no longer just… human.
We were… something more.
“We have to do something, Emma. We can’t just stand here and watch them die.”
Brock’s voice was strained and urgent, pulling me back from the edge of panic.
The scene before me was terrifying – a whirlwind of fur and fangs, shadows and magic.
A battle was raging in the ruined palace, a desperate fight against a darkness that threatened to swallow us all.
Rowan and Derek, their wolves a blur of silver and gold, were battling a horde of Damien's shadow warriors.
Isabelle, her fur shining under the eerie green light of the spirit realm, fought with a fierceness that took my breath away.
And in the center of it all, Damien, a figure of darkness and evil, his red eyes burning, held Catrina captive.
Her silver hair stood out against his black robes, her body stiff and unmoving, her blue eyes, once so full of life, now blank and empty.
“But… what can we do?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
My eyes darted between the battle and the ancient book in my hands.
Its pages were filled with strange symbols and words I couldn’t understand – a knowledge that felt both exciting and dangerous.
Agnes, her silver hair shining, her blue eyes reflecting my own sadness, had given me the book – a guide, a weapon, a last hope against an enemy we couldn’t defeat, a power we couldn’t comprehend.
“The words, child,” she’d said, her voice low, her hand gently squeezing my shoulder.
It was a reminder of the human world, the normal life I was leaving behind.
“They hold the power. The magic. Use them wisely. And… be careful, Emma. The spirit realm is a dangerous place, even for those who believe.”
I clung to her words, but now, watching Rowan and the others fight, their bodies battered, their strength fading, fear and helplessness overwhelmed me.
I was just a human, a fragile creature in this world of wolves and magic.
“We have to do something, Emma,” Brock urged, his voice strained, his blue eyes filled with worry.
He reached for my hand, his touch warm and reassuring, a reminder of our shared humanity, the love that connected us – a simple, real love.
“We can’t just… stand here and… watch them die.”
“But… we’re human, Brock,” I whispered, tears welling up.
“We don’t have magic. We don’t have power. We can’t… we can’t possibly…”
“Look!” Brock gasped, urgency in his voice. He pointed to Catrina, her body stiff, her eyes vacant.
“He’s… he’s doing something to her, Emma. He’s… he’s taking her… away.”
As I watched, my heart sinking, Damien leaned in, his cold lips brushing Catrina’s cheek, his red eyes fixed on her with a possessive hunger that chilled me.
“She’s… she’s slipping away, Brock,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
I felt grief for the she-wolf who was lost, for my friend, and a primal fear for Rowan, the Alpha who loved her and had sacrificed everything to save her.
“He’s… he’s taking her… from him… from… us.”
“We have to stop him, Emma,” Brock growled with a determination I’d never heard before.
He squeezed my hand, his strength surprising me, a reminder of his love for me – a love I couldn’t fully return, not with the memory of Rowan’s touch, his scent, his gaze, a forbidden love that haunted me.
“We have to… do something.”
I looked at him, his blue eyes burning with a fire that mirrored my own desperation.
This human boy had stepped into a world of wolves and magic, a world he didn’t understand, but one he was willing to fight for, to die for. His courage inspired me.
“But… what can we do, Brock?” I asked, my voice shaky, looking back at the ancient book.
“We’re… we’re just… humans.”
“We’re more than that, Emma,” Brock said firmly, his eyes meeting mine, his belief in me giving me a spark of hope.
“We’re… we’re their friends, Emma. And… we’re the only ones who can… help them.”
He pointed to a passage in the book, tracing the strange symbols with his finger. His voice was low as he read the words – an ancient spell, a summoning, a plea for power.
“Here, Emma. Read this. Agnes said… it’s a… a ritual. A way to… disrupt Damien’s magic. To… weaken his hold on Catrina. To… give Rowan a fighting chance.”
I stared at the words, my mind reeling with fear and hope.
Could this ancient magic really work?
Could we, as humans, actually make a difference? Could we save them?
“But… I… I don’t know how, Brock,” I stammered, my voice trembling. The fate of our world, the lives of our friends, rested on me, a burden I wasn't sure I could bear.
“I… I’m just… a human. I don’t… I don’t have… magic.”
“You have… love, Emma,” Brock said softly, his gaze holding mine, his warmth and strength giving me hope.
He reminded me of the love I felt for Rowan, the love that maybe… just maybe… I could reclaim.
“You have… courage. And… you have… hope. And sometimes, Emma… that’s… that’s all it takes.”
He squeezed my hand, reminding me of our human connection, the bond we shared, the reality of our world – a world that, despite the darkness and monsters, was still beautiful, still worth fighting for.
“I… I have to do this, Emma.” His voice was firm now, his eyes filled with a determination that mirrored my own.
“I… I owe it to her. To… Catrina. She… she saved my life, Emma. She… she stood up for me. When no one else… would.”
He paused, his eyes pleading for understanding, sharing my grief for the she-wolf who was lost.
“I… I have to… try to save her, Emma. Even if… even if it means… risking… everything.”
I looked at him, at the love in his eyes, the courage that radiated from him, and I felt a wave of admiration, gratitude, a flicker of love for him, for the human connection that, in this moment, felt real, powerful, right.
“Help me, Brock,” I whispered, trusting him like I never had before, recognizing his love, his strength.
“Help me… save her.”
And together, our hands clasped, our eyes fixed on the ancient words, our voices a whisper, a prayer, we began to chant.
The ritual, a symphony of human voices, challenged the darkness, a beacon of hope in the storm.
Please… let this work.
The air crackled with energy, shadows danced, the room pulsed with power. As the moon, a silver disk in the night sky, bathed us in its cold light, I knew we were no longer just… human.
We were… something more.
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