The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 260: Chapter 260
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Catrina POV:
The air hung heavy with the scent of freshly turned earth, a raw, earthy smell that mingled with the lingering traces of blood and magic, a stark reminder of the violence that had transpired, the lives that had been lost.
The sky was a canvas of bruised grays and purples, mirroring the grief that weighed heavy on my heart, a sorrow so profound it felt like a physical ache.
I stood by the freshly dug graves, two mounds of earth side by side, a testament to the darkness that had touched our world, a love that had been extinguished.
My gaze was fixed on the simple wooden crosses, each bearing a name, a legacy, a life cut short.
Marcus Magnus.
Rowan Magnus.
Father and son, Alpha and heir, united in death, a tragic echo of the love and loss that had defined their lives.
My hand instinctively went to my the warmth of my unborn child, a bittersweet reminder of a future that would never be, a love that had been stolen, a destiny that had been rewritten.
“He’s gone, Catrina.”
Derek’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of grief and a weariness that made my heart ache, broke the silence.
He stood beside me, his eyes clouded with sadness, his scent, pine and leather, a reminder of the brother he had lost, the Alpha he had become.
The weight of leadership, of a pack that had been shattered, rested on his shoulders, his grief a shadow that lingered.
He’d stepped into the role of Magnus Alpha after the battle, a responsibility he hadn't sought but couldn’t refuse, a duty that bound him to a legacy tainted by darkness and loss.
“He’s… he’s really… gone.”
I nodded silently, tears blurring my vision, unable to speak the words that echoed in my soul, the truth I couldn't escape.
They were both gone.
The Alpha who had tried to control me, to break my spirit, to mold me into an omega he could possess.
And the Alpha who had loved me, who had fought for me, who had sacrificed everything to protect me.
The memories of that night, the battle against Damien, the chaos, the fear, the despair, the fleeting moments of joy and hope, the finality of Rowan’s fading scent, the emptiness in his amber eyes… it was a storm of emotions that threatened to drown me.
"He’s at peace now, Catrina.” Derek’s voice, a soft murmur, a brother's comfort, a leader’s strength.
He put a hand on my shoulder, his touch a warmth I hadn't realized I craved. It was a reminder of the pack bond, the family we’d found, the love that still remained.
“He’s… he’s with… with his mom. They’re… they’re together now.”
His words, meant to soothe, only intensified the ache in my heart, the loneliness that gnawed at me.
Rowan was gone. Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s dark magic, a bond that had been broken but not severed.
And Vivian… she was a ghost, a memory, a love that had transcended death but couldn’t bridge the gap between worlds, a reminder of the sacrifices made, the price of their forbidden love.
“I… I should have… saved him, Derek.”
My voice was a broken whisper, the guilt a heavy weight on my soul.
“I… I should have… been stronger. I… I should have…”
“It’s not your fault, Catrina,” Derek said, his voice firm, cutting through my self-recrimination.
“There was… there was nothing you could have done. Damien… he was… he was too powerful. He… he tricked Carson. He… he used him… to…”
He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the grave where the Mondragon former beta lay buried.
The memory of Carson’s betrayal, the chilling red glow in his eyes, the coldness of his touch, sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the darkness that still lurked, even in the heart of the pack.
"He’s gone, Catrina. We all… we all lost… someone that night. But… but we have to… to move on. To… to rebuild. To… to honor their… their memory.”
He paused, taking a deep breath, the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the scent of the Magnus pack, a reminder of the strength, the resilience, the love that still remained.
“And… and Catrina… I… I want you to know that… that you’re… you’re part of this pack. Always. Rowan… he… he would have wanted that. And… as Alpha… I… I promise you… you’ll always… have a place… here. With… with us.”
His words, spoken with a sincerity that made my eyes well up, were a balm on my wounded soul, a flicker of warmth in the darkness, an invitation to belong.
But I couldn’t accept his offer, couldn't bear the weight of their pity, their concern, the constant reminders of a love that was lost.
The ache in my heart, the emptiness in my soul, the guilt I carried… it was too much.
“Thank you, Derek,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
I looked at him, at his kind eyes, at the strength he carried, at the Alpha he was becoming. He was a reminder that even in the face of tragedy, hope could still blossom.
“But… I… I can’t stay. I… I need… I need to… to be alone. To… to find… myself.”
“But… Catrina…” He started to protest, his brow furrowing with concern, his wolf’s instincts telling him I was hurting, that I needed protection.
“Where… where will you go? It’s… it’s dangerous out there. The rogues… the Bloodmoons… they…”
He trailed off, his gaze flickering towards the forest, the shadows lengthening, the night approaching, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the boundaries of the pack.
“I’ll… I’ll be fine, Derek,” I said, forcing a smile, but the words felt hollow, a lie I told myself as much as him.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn't know what I was doing.
All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here, surrounded by the ghosts of a love I’d lost, the memory of a life that had been stolen from me.
“I… I just need… to be… free.”
I turned and walked away, my steps slow but steady.
My wolf, a silver shadow beside me, whimpered softly. She missed her Alpha, missed the pack, missed the warmth of belonging, the comfort of family.
But we couldn’t stay, couldn't be a constant reminder of Rowan’s sacrifice, the burden of his love.
“We’ll be okay, Catrina,” my wolf whispered, her voice a quiet reassurance.
We’ll find our own path. We’ll create our own destiny.
It was a promise we made to ourselves, a vow to survive, to heal, to honor the love we’d lost.
I walked into the forest, the scent of pine and damp earth, the whispering leaves a familiar comfort.
The moon, a sliver of silver in the twilight sky, was a silent witness to my grief, my loneliness, my determination.
I would live as a rogue, a lone wolf, a ghost in the shadows.
I would leave the world of packs behind, the memories that haunted me, the love that had betrayed me.
I would find my own way.
“Goodbye, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a breath of wind through the trees, a silent prayer for the mate I’d lost, the Alpha who’d loved me.
I would never forget him. His scent, his touch, his amber eyes… they would always be with me.
But I knew, deep in my soul, that this was the only way.
This was the price of his love.
My freedom.
His sacrifice.
The path ahead was uncertain, the future unclear. But as I walked into the darkness, my wolf pacing beside me, her silver fur gleaming in the moonlight, I felt a strange sense of peace.
A quiet acceptance.
That… he was gone.
The air hung heavy with the scent of freshly turned earth, a raw, earthy smell that mingled with the lingering traces of blood and magic, a stark reminder of the violence that had transpired, the lives that had been lost.
The sky was a canvas of bruised grays and purples, mirroring the grief that weighed heavy on my heart, a sorrow so profound it felt like a physical ache.
I stood by the freshly dug graves, two mounds of earth side by side, a testament to the darkness that had touched our world, a love that had been extinguished.
My gaze was fixed on the simple wooden crosses, each bearing a name, a legacy, a life cut short.
Marcus Magnus.
Rowan Magnus.
Father and son, Alpha and heir, united in death, a tragic echo of the love and loss that had defined their lives.
My hand instinctively went to my the warmth of my unborn child, a bittersweet reminder of a future that would never be, a love that had been stolen, a destiny that had been rewritten.
“He’s gone, Catrina.”
Derek’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of grief and a weariness that made my heart ache, broke the silence.
He stood beside me, his eyes clouded with sadness, his scent, pine and leather, a reminder of the brother he had lost, the Alpha he had become.
The weight of leadership, of a pack that had been shattered, rested on his shoulders, his grief a shadow that lingered.
He’d stepped into the role of Magnus Alpha after the battle, a responsibility he hadn't sought but couldn’t refuse, a duty that bound him to a legacy tainted by darkness and loss.
“He’s… he’s really… gone.”
I nodded silently, tears blurring my vision, unable to speak the words that echoed in my soul, the truth I couldn't escape.
They were both gone.
The Alpha who had tried to control me, to break my spirit, to mold me into an omega he could possess.
And the Alpha who had loved me, who had fought for me, who had sacrificed everything to protect me.
The memories of that night, the battle against Damien, the chaos, the fear, the despair, the fleeting moments of joy and hope, the finality of Rowan’s fading scent, the emptiness in his amber eyes… it was a storm of emotions that threatened to drown me.
"He’s at peace now, Catrina.” Derek’s voice, a soft murmur, a brother's comfort, a leader’s strength.
He put a hand on my shoulder, his touch a warmth I hadn't realized I craved. It was a reminder of the pack bond, the family we’d found, the love that still remained.
“He’s… he’s with… with his mom. They’re… they’re together now.”
His words, meant to soothe, only intensified the ache in my heart, the loneliness that gnawed at me.
Rowan was gone. Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s dark magic, a bond that had been broken but not severed.
And Vivian… she was a ghost, a memory, a love that had transcended death but couldn’t bridge the gap between worlds, a reminder of the sacrifices made, the price of their forbidden love.
“I… I should have… saved him, Derek.”
My voice was a broken whisper, the guilt a heavy weight on my soul.
“I… I should have… been stronger. I… I should have…”
“It’s not your fault, Catrina,” Derek said, his voice firm, cutting through my self-recrimination.
“There was… there was nothing you could have done. Damien… he was… he was too powerful. He… he tricked Carson. He… he used him… to…”
He trailed off, his gaze dropping to the grave where the Mondragon former beta lay buried.
The memory of Carson’s betrayal, the chilling red glow in his eyes, the coldness of his touch, sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the darkness that still lurked, even in the heart of the pack.
"He’s gone, Catrina. We all… we all lost… someone that night. But… but we have to… to move on. To… to rebuild. To… to honor their… their memory.”
He paused, taking a deep breath, the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the scent of the Magnus pack, a reminder of the strength, the resilience, the love that still remained.
“And… and Catrina… I… I want you to know that… that you’re… you’re part of this pack. Always. Rowan… he… he would have wanted that. And… as Alpha… I… I promise you… you’ll always… have a place… here. With… with us.”
His words, spoken with a sincerity that made my eyes well up, were a balm on my wounded soul, a flicker of warmth in the darkness, an invitation to belong.
But I couldn’t accept his offer, couldn't bear the weight of their pity, their concern, the constant reminders of a love that was lost.
The ache in my heart, the emptiness in my soul, the guilt I carried… it was too much.
“Thank you, Derek,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
I looked at him, at his kind eyes, at the strength he carried, at the Alpha he was becoming. He was a reminder that even in the face of tragedy, hope could still blossom.
“But… I… I can’t stay. I… I need… I need to… to be alone. To… to find… myself.”
“But… Catrina…” He started to protest, his brow furrowing with concern, his wolf’s instincts telling him I was hurting, that I needed protection.
“Where… where will you go? It’s… it’s dangerous out there. The rogues… the Bloodmoons… they…”
He trailed off, his gaze flickering towards the forest, the shadows lengthening, the night approaching, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the boundaries of the pack.
“I’ll… I’ll be fine, Derek,” I said, forcing a smile, but the words felt hollow, a lie I told myself as much as him.
I didn’t know where I was going.
I didn't know what I was doing.
All I knew was that I couldn’t stay here, surrounded by the ghosts of a love I’d lost, the memory of a life that had been stolen from me.
“I… I just need… to be… free.”
I turned and walked away, my steps slow but steady.
My wolf, a silver shadow beside me, whimpered softly. She missed her Alpha, missed the pack, missed the warmth of belonging, the comfort of family.
But we couldn’t stay, couldn't be a constant reminder of Rowan’s sacrifice, the burden of his love.
“We’ll be okay, Catrina,” my wolf whispered, her voice a quiet reassurance.
We’ll find our own path. We’ll create our own destiny.
It was a promise we made to ourselves, a vow to survive, to heal, to honor the love we’d lost.
I walked into the forest, the scent of pine and damp earth, the whispering leaves a familiar comfort.
The moon, a sliver of silver in the twilight sky, was a silent witness to my grief, my loneliness, my determination.
I would live as a rogue, a lone wolf, a ghost in the shadows.
I would leave the world of packs behind, the memories that haunted me, the love that had betrayed me.
I would find my own way.
“Goodbye, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a breath of wind through the trees, a silent prayer for the mate I’d lost, the Alpha who’d loved me.
I would never forget him. His scent, his touch, his amber eyes… they would always be with me.
But I knew, deep in my soul, that this was the only way.
This was the price of his love.
My freedom.
His sacrifice.
The path ahead was uncertain, the future unclear. But as I walked into the darkness, my wolf pacing beside me, her silver fur gleaming in the moonlight, I felt a strange sense of peace.
A quiet acceptance.
That… he was gone.
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