The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 255: Chapter 255

Catrina POV:
A jolt of pure energy surged through me, like a lightning strike to my soul.
The shadows that had clouded my mind, the whispers of Damien's magic, evaporated like mist in the morning sun.
My amber eyes, once vacant and cold, now burned with a fire of my own. My wolf howled in triumph, her silver fur bristling with a power she had never known before.
I was Catrina.
Lyra.
Both, and more.
I was free.
The world snapped back into focus, the ruined palace a cacophony of snarls, growls, and the clash of magic against primal fury.
My gaze locked on Rowan. He was battling a monstrous shadow warrior, his silver fur stained with blood, his movements fueled by a desperate love that mirrored my own.
"Rowan!" My wolf's voice echoed my own, a joyous cry of freedom and longing.
I broke free from Damien's grasp, pushing him away with a force that surprised even me. He stumbled back, his red eyes wide with disbelief and rage, his dark magic flickering.
"You... you dare defy me, Lyra?!" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the spirit realm.
"You will pay for this betrayal! You and your pathetic Alpha!"
I ignored him.
He’s nothing to us now, Catrina.
My wolf's voice surged with a fierce protectiveness, a primal urge to defend the mate who had fought for us, the love we had almost lost.
I rushed to Rowan's side, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her claws extended. The shadow warrior that had been attacking him turned, its red eyes focusing on me with a predatory gleam.
“Get away from him!” I snarled, my voice a deep, guttural growl, a mix of my own and Lyra’s, echoing with ancient power.
The shadow warrior hesitated for a moment, a flicker of confusion in its red eyes as if sensing a power beyond its understanding.
“He’s mine, Damien,” I growled, meeting his gaze, a challenge in my amber eyes.
But before it could attack, a wave of silver energy slammed into it, throwing it back against a wall.
"Back off, you overgrown shadow!"
Isabelle’s voice, sharp and fierce, was a reminder of the pack bond, the loyalty, the love that defied all boundaries.
She stood beside Rowan, her fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a protective fire that matched my own.
“He’s got backup, Damien! You’re not dealing with a weak little omega anymore!”
I could feel her power, the strength of her own wolf, a force to be reckoned with.
She was more than just an Alpha, more than just a leader.
She was a warrior, a protector, and in this moment… my ally.
Together, we stood as a shield, our wolves snarling, our scents a mix of lavender and pine and defiance. The shadow warrior, sensing our combined strength, snarled and retreated, melting back into the shadows.
“Catrina?” Rowan’s voice, hoarse with pain and relief, was like a balm on my soul, a reminder of the love we’d almost lost. He reached for me, his hand shaking, his amber eyes searching mine for confirmation, for hope, for love.
“It’s… it’s really you.”
“It’s me, Rowan,” I whispered, meeting his gaze, my wolf purring a greeting.
She nudged him gently, her silver fur brushing against his, their scents mingling in a symphony of lavender and pine, a reminder of the bond they shared, a bond that defied magic, death, even time itself.
"I’m here. And I remember.”
He pulled me close, his touch warm and strong, a welcome anchor in the chaos. I buried my face in his fur, breathing in his scent, his warmth, his love.
It was a haven, a sanctuary, a reminder of who I was, who we were, who we could be.
“He’s ours, Isabelle,” my wolf purred, her voice filled with a possessive love that made the Alpha’s wolf growl softly. But there was no real threat in the sound, just a reminder of the bond that united us, the danger we faced together.
“He’s ours… to protect. Together.”
The battle raged on around us. I could hear the snarls and growls of the wolves, the crackle of magic, the shouts and cries of pain.
But all I could focus on was Rowan, his presence a comfort, his love a shield.
The darkness, the fear, the doubt – it all faded away.
“We have to get out of here, Catrina,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
“Damien… he’s not done yet. He’s still dangerous. We need to… regroup. Find a way to… defeat him.”
“We can’t let him win, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice fierce. My wolf growled in agreement. We wouldn't be pawns in his twisted game anymore.
“He’s already taken too much. He’s… taken enough.”
“He won’t get away with this, Catrina,” Rowan said, his eyes meeting mine. They burned with a fire that mirrored my own. A fire of love, of vengeance, of a shared destiny.
“We’ll stop him. Together.”
We broke apart, our gazes meeting. The connection between us was a spark of light, a beacon in the darkness, a force that even Damien’s magic couldn’t break.
But even as we clung to each other, the awareness of the battle surrounding us, the danger that lurked in every shadow, the love that we had to fight for, sharpened our senses.
“We have to help them, Rowan,” I said, my gaze flickering towards the other wolves, their scents mingled with blood and fear and exhaustion. They were fighting bravely, but I could see their strength fading, the shadows gaining ground.
He nodded, his wolf growling softly, a low rumble of agreement. We were a pack. And we would fight for each other, for our love, for the future we were trying to create.
“Let’s go, Catrina,” he said, taking my hand, his grip firm, reassuring. His touch grounded me, reminding me of the strength we shared, the love that had brought us back together.
“Together.”
We stepped back into the fray, a united front, a blend of silver and white. Our scents, lavender and pine, intertwined, a symbol of the bond that Damien had tried to break, a destiny he would never control.
We were more than just omegas, more than just Alphas, more than just pawns in his twisted game.
We were mates. We were warriors. We were survivors.
And we would fight for our love. For our pack. For our world.
As long as we had each other, we had hope.