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Catrina POV:
The sun streamed through the panoramic windows of the new Magnus Hotel, bathing the elegant lobby in a warm, golden light.
The scent of pine and freshly brewed coffee filled the air.
A comforting blend that reminded me of home, of family, of a life that had been rebuilt from the ashes of loss and grief.
I sipped my chamomile tea, the warmth soothing, a stark contrast to the icy grip of fear that still lingered in my heart, a phantom echo of the spirit realm’s chilling embrace.
It had been two years since the battle against Damien.
Two years since the world we knew had shifted
Two years since I'd lost… so much.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Isabelle’s voice, a soft murmur, broke through my thoughts.
She sat across from me, her round with her pregnancy, her lavender scent mingling with the pine and leather of the Magnus pack.
Her amber eyes, once filled with ambition and a coldness that made me wary, were now softer, gentler, reflecting the love she’d found with Derek, the life growing within her, the hope for a future that was still fragile, still uncertain.
“Derek and Jarrett did an amazing job, rebuilding the hotel. It’s… it’s even grander than the old one.”
I smiled, my gaze sweeping over the elegant lobby, the gleaming marble floors, the soaring ceilings, the massive fireplace that crackled with a welcoming warmth.
The new Magnus Hotel was a symbol of resilience, a testament to the pack’s strength, their determination to rebuild after the devastation Damien had wrought.
“It’s a testament to… to them, Isabelle,” I said softly, my gaze returning to her, to the life growing within her, a reminder of the hope that still bloomed, even in the face of loss.
“To… to Marcus. To… to Rowan.”
Her hand instinctively went to her, a protective gesture that echoed my own, a reminder of the love that had been lost, the sacrifices that had been made.
"Don’t,” she said quietly, her voice a strained whisper.
The usual strength of her Alpha command replaced by a vulnerability that made my heart ache.
The memories of that night, the battle in the spirit realm, the chaos, the fear, the loss… it was a shared pain, a burden we both carried.
“Don’t… don’t talk about them, Catrina. Please.”
I reached out, my hand covering hers, offering a silent comfort, a reminder that we weren't alone in our grief.
We'd both lost so much.
She’d lost the future she’d envisioned with Rowan, a life that had been rewritten by a love she couldn't deny.
And I… I’d lost my mate, my Alpha, my love.
The memory of Rowan’s fading scent, the warmth leaving his body, the emptiness in his amber eyes… it was a wound that still bled, a pain that time hadn't healed.
“I’m sorry, Isabelle,” I whispered, squeezing her hand, my gaze meeting hers, a shared understanding, a grief that united us.
“I… I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s alright, Catrina,” she said, forcing a smile, but her eyes betrayed her sadness, the emptiness that lingered.
“It’s… it’s just… hard, you know? To… to be here. In this… place. Surrounded by… their memories.”
She looked around the lobby, her gaze lingering on the portrait of Marcus that hung above the fireplace, his amber eyes, so like Rowan’s, staring down at us, a reminder of the Alpha he'd been, the father he'd tried to be, the man who had been consumed by the darkness.
“He was… he was a good Alpha, in his own way,” she said softly, her voice a whisper.
A grudging respect replacing the fear and resentment she’d once felt for the man who had arranged her marriage to Rowan, a marriage that was meant to unite their packs, a destiny that had been shattered.
“He just… he just… lost his way. The Kezrach Larva… it… it twisted him. Made him… cruel.”
“But he loved Rowan, Isabelle,” I said quietly, remembering the fierceness with which he’d fought for his son, the anguish in his amber eyes as he’d died.
“He… he loved him… in his own… way.”
She nodded, her gaze dropping to her , a bittersweet reminder of the future that was still possible, a life that would be born from the ashes of loss and grief.
“And Derek… he’s… he’s doing a good job, isn’t he? As the new Magnus Alpha?” I asked, needing reassurance, wanting to believe that even in the face of darkness, there was still hope, that the future could be… bright.
“He’s doing… his best, Catrina,” she said, her voice a mix of pride and a weariness that made my heart ache.
She was carrying the weight of two packs now, the Mondragon Alpha and the Magnus Luna. It was a burden she’d taken on willingly, a responsibility that had fallen to her after the battle.
Derek was the new Magnus Alpha, but his heart was still raw from the loss of his father and brother, his grief a shadow that lingered.
“It’s… it’s not easy, Catrina. Balancing the needs of both packs, the traditions, the… the memories.”
She sighed, her hand resting on her , her gaze distant.
“But… we’ll… we’ll figure it out. Together. Derek and I. We have to. For… for the future.”
She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, a shared understanding, a connection that went beyond the ancient laws, beyond the boundaries of pack and tradition, a bond forged in shared grief, in a love that had been tested and found stronger.
“And for… for Carson,” she added, her voice a soft whisper, a reminder of the Beta who had been lost, the friend who had betrayed us, the love that had been twisted, corrupted by Damien’s darkness.
“We… we’re going to name… the baby… Carson.”
I smiled, a genuine smile, the first one in a long time, a flicker of warmth chasing away the shadows.
“That’s… a beautiful name, Isabelle.”
It was a fitting tribute, a way to honor the Beta who’d fought by her side, who’d loved her, who’d sacrificed… everything.
The sun streamed through the panoramic windows of the new Magnus Hotel, bathing the elegant lobby in a warm, golden light.
The scent of pine and freshly brewed coffee filled the air.
A comforting blend that reminded me of home, of family, of a life that had been rebuilt from the ashes of loss and grief.
I sipped my chamomile tea, the warmth soothing, a stark contrast to the icy grip of fear that still lingered in my heart, a phantom echo of the spirit realm’s chilling embrace.
It had been two years since the battle against Damien.
Two years since the world we knew had shifted
Two years since I'd lost… so much.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Isabelle’s voice, a soft murmur, broke through my thoughts.
She sat across from me, her round with her pregnancy, her lavender scent mingling with the pine and leather of the Magnus pack.
Her amber eyes, once filled with ambition and a coldness that made me wary, were now softer, gentler, reflecting the love she’d found with Derek, the life growing within her, the hope for a future that was still fragile, still uncertain.
“Derek and Jarrett did an amazing job, rebuilding the hotel. It’s… it’s even grander than the old one.”
I smiled, my gaze sweeping over the elegant lobby, the gleaming marble floors, the soaring ceilings, the massive fireplace that crackled with a welcoming warmth.
The new Magnus Hotel was a symbol of resilience, a testament to the pack’s strength, their determination to rebuild after the devastation Damien had wrought.
“It’s a testament to… to them, Isabelle,” I said softly, my gaze returning to her, to the life growing within her, a reminder of the hope that still bloomed, even in the face of loss.
“To… to Marcus. To… to Rowan.”
Her hand instinctively went to her, a protective gesture that echoed my own, a reminder of the love that had been lost, the sacrifices that had been made.
"Don’t,” she said quietly, her voice a strained whisper.
The usual strength of her Alpha command replaced by a vulnerability that made my heart ache.
The memories of that night, the battle in the spirit realm, the chaos, the fear, the loss… it was a shared pain, a burden we both carried.
“Don’t… don’t talk about them, Catrina. Please.”
I reached out, my hand covering hers, offering a silent comfort, a reminder that we weren't alone in our grief.
We'd both lost so much.
She’d lost the future she’d envisioned with Rowan, a life that had been rewritten by a love she couldn't deny.
And I… I’d lost my mate, my Alpha, my love.
The memory of Rowan’s fading scent, the warmth leaving his body, the emptiness in his amber eyes… it was a wound that still bled, a pain that time hadn't healed.
“I’m sorry, Isabelle,” I whispered, squeezing her hand, my gaze meeting hers, a shared understanding, a grief that united us.
“I… I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s alright, Catrina,” she said, forcing a smile, but her eyes betrayed her sadness, the emptiness that lingered.
“It’s… it’s just… hard, you know? To… to be here. In this… place. Surrounded by… their memories.”
She looked around the lobby, her gaze lingering on the portrait of Marcus that hung above the fireplace, his amber eyes, so like Rowan’s, staring down at us, a reminder of the Alpha he'd been, the father he'd tried to be, the man who had been consumed by the darkness.
“He was… he was a good Alpha, in his own way,” she said softly, her voice a whisper.
A grudging respect replacing the fear and resentment she’d once felt for the man who had arranged her marriage to Rowan, a marriage that was meant to unite their packs, a destiny that had been shattered.
“He just… he just… lost his way. The Kezrach Larva… it… it twisted him. Made him… cruel.”
“But he loved Rowan, Isabelle,” I said quietly, remembering the fierceness with which he’d fought for his son, the anguish in his amber eyes as he’d died.
“He… he loved him… in his own… way.”
She nodded, her gaze dropping to her , a bittersweet reminder of the future that was still possible, a life that would be born from the ashes of loss and grief.
“And Derek… he’s… he’s doing a good job, isn’t he? As the new Magnus Alpha?” I asked, needing reassurance, wanting to believe that even in the face of darkness, there was still hope, that the future could be… bright.
“He’s doing… his best, Catrina,” she said, her voice a mix of pride and a weariness that made my heart ache.
She was carrying the weight of two packs now, the Mondragon Alpha and the Magnus Luna. It was a burden she’d taken on willingly, a responsibility that had fallen to her after the battle.
Derek was the new Magnus Alpha, but his heart was still raw from the loss of his father and brother, his grief a shadow that lingered.
“It’s… it’s not easy, Catrina. Balancing the needs of both packs, the traditions, the… the memories.”
She sighed, her hand resting on her , her gaze distant.
“But… we’ll… we’ll figure it out. Together. Derek and I. We have to. For… for the future.”
She looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, a shared understanding, a connection that went beyond the ancient laws, beyond the boundaries of pack and tradition, a bond forged in shared grief, in a love that had been tested and found stronger.
“And for… for Carson,” she added, her voice a soft whisper, a reminder of the Beta who had been lost, the friend who had betrayed us, the love that had been twisted, corrupted by Damien’s darkness.
“We… we’re going to name… the baby… Carson.”
I smiled, a genuine smile, the first one in a long time, a flicker of warmth chasing away the shadows.
“That’s… a beautiful name, Isabelle.”
It was a fitting tribute, a way to honor the Beta who’d fought by her side, who’d loved her, who’d sacrificed… everything.
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