The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 263: Chapter 263
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Catrina POV:
"King Korvash? You think you can just… find him?"
My mom, Maggie, her brow furrowed, stared at me with a mix of concern and disbelief.
I'd just told her about my plan, about the memory of Rowan's deal with the Alpha King, the possibility of a second chance, a way to bring him back, to undo the damage Damien's magic had inflicted.
We were in the cozy living room of our little cabin, the scent of pine and woodsmoke a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the chilling emptiness of the spirit realm, the memory of Rowan's fading scent, the warmth leaving his body…
“He’s gone, Catrina,” Mom’s voice, soft but firm, was a reminder of the truth I’d been trying to deny, the pain I’d been trying to outrun.
She sat across from me, her knitting needles clicking rhythmically, a soothing sound that did little to calm the storm raging inside me.
“He’s gone, and… and you need to… to accept it. To… to move on.”
"But he's not gone, Mom!" I insisted, my voice rising with a desperation I couldn’t control.
“Not really. Not if… if we can… convince King Korvash to… to help us. To… to undo what Damien did.”
I knew it sounded crazy, a desperate grasp at a hope that was probably just an illusion. But the memory of Rowan’s words, the deal he’d made, the sacrifice he’d been willing to make, fueled my determination.
“Yeah, about that…” Mom sighed, setting down her knitting, her gaze meeting mine, her lavender eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief for the Alpha we’d both loved.
“King Korvash… he’s not… someone you can just… make a deal with, Catrina. He’s… he’s an ancient being. A powerful Alpha. He’s… he’s not bound by the same rules as us. He… he appears when he wants to be seen. When it… suits his purpose.”
“But… but Rowan made a deal with him, Mom,” I argued, my voice cracking with frustration and a sliver of hope.
“He… he told me… he said… he said King Korvash gave him a chance… to… to save me. To… to…”
My words trailed off, the memories of Rowan’s sacrifice, the pain in his eyes as he’d spoken the words of the ritual, the love he’d been willing to give up, too painful to bear.
“That was different, Catrina.” Mom’s voice was gentle, understanding.
She reached out, her hand covering mine, her touch a warm comfort, a reminder of the love that still remained, a bond that even death couldn’t sever.
“King Korvash… he had his own reasons for helping Rowan. His own… agenda. He… he saw something in Rowan, something… special. Something… that could… benefit him.”
She paused, her gaze searching mine, her words a careful explanation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“He allowed Rowan to make that deal, Catrina. He… he wanted it to happen. It was… part of his plan.”
“But… but why, Mom? Why would he…?” I couldn't understand. It felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Mom sighed, her shoulders slumping.
“These ancient beings… they… they play a different game, Catrina. A game with rules we… we can’t comprehend. And King Korvash… he’s a master of that game.”
She squeezed my hand, her touch a reminder of the love we shared, the family we still had, the life we had to rebuild, even without Rowan.
“He’s not coming back, Catrina. He’s… he’s gone. And… and you need to… to accept that. To… to let go.”
“Don’t be too hard on her, Maggie.”
Dad’s voice, a low rumble, came from the doorway.
He stood there, watching us, his amber eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He’d aged in the past two years, the wrinkles around his eyes more prominent, a reminder of the losses we’d all endured.
But his scent – pine and vanilla, a comforting blend – was a familiar anchor, a reminder of the family that remained, the love that had survived.
“She’s just… she’s just grieving, Maggie. Give her… time.”
He walked over to me, his hand resting on my shoulder, a gentle squeeze, a father’s love, a reminder of the bond that tied us together.
“I know it’s been hard, Catrina,” he said softly, his gaze meeting mine. “Losing… losing Rowan. Losing… Brock. Losing… Marcus. It’s… it’s a lot to bear. Even for a strong she-wolf like you.”
He paused, his gaze drifting towards the window, towards the forest beyond, a place where we’d found solace, where we’d buried our loved ones, where we’d scattered their ashes.
“But maybe… maybe it’s time… to… to let go, sweetheart. To… to move on. For… for your own sake.”
“What?!” I jumped up, my chair scraping against the wooden floor, the sound a jarring contrast to the quiet murmur of my parents’ voices, their whispers of acceptance, of resignation, a melody of defeat I couldn't tolerate.
"You’re telling me… to just… let it go?" My voice cracked with a mix of anger and despair.
“When… when you know… Rowan was… was my destined mate? When… when you promised Vivian that… that I’d protect him? That I’d… I’d…”
My words trailed off, choked by the memory of Rowan’s sacrifice, his willingness to erase himself, to rewrite our destiny, to give me a chance at a life… without him.
“You… you promised her, Dad. You promised… that I’d… that I’d…”
My voice broke again, the weight of my failure, the knowledge that I’d let him down, crushing me.
“That I’d… save him.”
“Honey… you did everything you could. You… you fought alongside him. You… you defeated Damien. You… you saved the pack. You… you saved the world.”
Dad’s voice, a soft rumble, tried to comfort, to soothe, but his words felt empty, a hollow echo in the face of the truth, the knowledge that I’d failed to save the one person who mattered most.
“And… and Vivian… she… she was eternally grateful, Catrina. She… she understood. And… she… she was… proud of you. Of… of both of you.”
“She’s… she’s with him now, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a gentle whisper, a reminder of the love that had endured, the bond that death couldn’t break.
“They’re… they’re together now. In the… in the afterlife. They’re… they’re at peace.”
“The whole family… reunited. At peace.”
Dad’s words, meant to comfort, felt like a betrayal.
They were a reminder of a future I would never have, a love I would never know, a life that had been stolen from me.
I stared at them, my parents, their faces etched with grief, their scents a familiar blend of pine and lavender and a love that had endured loss, a love that had accepted defeat, a love that…
I envied their peace, their acceptance.
But I couldn’t share it.
I wasn’t ready to let go.
I wouldn’t.
“I… I can’t… I can’t do this,” I whispered, shaking my head. My eyes, filled with tears I refused to let fall, met theirs.
They saw the defiance in my gaze, the anger, the grief, the love that refused to die.
“I… I have to try. I have to… to find King Korvash. I have to… to make him… to make him undo this. To… to bring Rowan back.”
I turned and walked away, their pleas, their whispers of concern, fading behind me.
The weight of my grief, my determination, my love, fueled my every step.
I had to find him.
I had to try.
For Rowan.
For our love.
For the future we had almost had.
"King Korvash? You think you can just… find him?"
My mom, Maggie, her brow furrowed, stared at me with a mix of concern and disbelief.
I'd just told her about my plan, about the memory of Rowan's deal with the Alpha King, the possibility of a second chance, a way to bring him back, to undo the damage Damien's magic had inflicted.
We were in the cozy living room of our little cabin, the scent of pine and woodsmoke a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the chilling emptiness of the spirit realm, the memory of Rowan's fading scent, the warmth leaving his body…
“He’s gone, Catrina,” Mom’s voice, soft but firm, was a reminder of the truth I’d been trying to deny, the pain I’d been trying to outrun.
She sat across from me, her knitting needles clicking rhythmically, a soothing sound that did little to calm the storm raging inside me.
“He’s gone, and… and you need to… to accept it. To… to move on.”
"But he's not gone, Mom!" I insisted, my voice rising with a desperation I couldn’t control.
“Not really. Not if… if we can… convince King Korvash to… to help us. To… to undo what Damien did.”
I knew it sounded crazy, a desperate grasp at a hope that was probably just an illusion. But the memory of Rowan’s words, the deal he’d made, the sacrifice he’d been willing to make, fueled my determination.
“Yeah, about that…” Mom sighed, setting down her knitting, her gaze meeting mine, her lavender eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief for the Alpha we’d both loved.
“King Korvash… he’s not… someone you can just… make a deal with, Catrina. He’s… he’s an ancient being. A powerful Alpha. He’s… he’s not bound by the same rules as us. He… he appears when he wants to be seen. When it… suits his purpose.”
“But… but Rowan made a deal with him, Mom,” I argued, my voice cracking with frustration and a sliver of hope.
“He… he told me… he said… he said King Korvash gave him a chance… to… to save me. To… to…”
My words trailed off, the memories of Rowan’s sacrifice, the pain in his eyes as he’d spoken the words of the ritual, the love he’d been willing to give up, too painful to bear.
“That was different, Catrina.” Mom’s voice was gentle, understanding.
She reached out, her hand covering mine, her touch a warm comfort, a reminder of the love that still remained, a bond that even death couldn’t sever.
“King Korvash… he had his own reasons for helping Rowan. His own… agenda. He… he saw something in Rowan, something… special. Something… that could… benefit him.”
She paused, her gaze searching mine, her words a careful explanation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“He allowed Rowan to make that deal, Catrina. He… he wanted it to happen. It was… part of his plan.”
“But… but why, Mom? Why would he…?” I couldn't understand. It felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate.
“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Mom sighed, her shoulders slumping.
“These ancient beings… they… they play a different game, Catrina. A game with rules we… we can’t comprehend. And King Korvash… he’s a master of that game.”
She squeezed my hand, her touch a reminder of the love we shared, the family we still had, the life we had to rebuild, even without Rowan.
“He’s not coming back, Catrina. He’s… he’s gone. And… and you need to… to accept that. To… to let go.”
“Don’t be too hard on her, Maggie.”
Dad’s voice, a low rumble, came from the doorway.
He stood there, watching us, his amber eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He’d aged in the past two years, the wrinkles around his eyes more prominent, a reminder of the losses we’d all endured.
But his scent – pine and vanilla, a comforting blend – was a familiar anchor, a reminder of the family that remained, the love that had survived.
“She’s just… she’s just grieving, Maggie. Give her… time.”
He walked over to me, his hand resting on my shoulder, a gentle squeeze, a father’s love, a reminder of the bond that tied us together.
“I know it’s been hard, Catrina,” he said softly, his gaze meeting mine. “Losing… losing Rowan. Losing… Brock. Losing… Marcus. It’s… it’s a lot to bear. Even for a strong she-wolf like you.”
He paused, his gaze drifting towards the window, towards the forest beyond, a place where we’d found solace, where we’d buried our loved ones, where we’d scattered their ashes.
“But maybe… maybe it’s time… to… to let go, sweetheart. To… to move on. For… for your own sake.”
“What?!” I jumped up, my chair scraping against the wooden floor, the sound a jarring contrast to the quiet murmur of my parents’ voices, their whispers of acceptance, of resignation, a melody of defeat I couldn't tolerate.
"You’re telling me… to just… let it go?" My voice cracked with a mix of anger and despair.
“When… when you know… Rowan was… was my destined mate? When… when you promised Vivian that… that I’d protect him? That I’d… I’d…”
My words trailed off, choked by the memory of Rowan’s sacrifice, his willingness to erase himself, to rewrite our destiny, to give me a chance at a life… without him.
“You… you promised her, Dad. You promised… that I’d… that I’d…”
My voice broke again, the weight of my failure, the knowledge that I’d let him down, crushing me.
“That I’d… save him.”
“Honey… you did everything you could. You… you fought alongside him. You… you defeated Damien. You… you saved the pack. You… you saved the world.”
Dad’s voice, a soft rumble, tried to comfort, to soothe, but his words felt empty, a hollow echo in the face of the truth, the knowledge that I’d failed to save the one person who mattered most.
“And… and Vivian… she… she was eternally grateful, Catrina. She… she understood. And… she… she was… proud of you. Of… of both of you.”
“She’s… she’s with him now, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a gentle whisper, a reminder of the love that had endured, the bond that death couldn’t break.
“They’re… they’re together now. In the… in the afterlife. They’re… they’re at peace.”
“The whole family… reunited. At peace.”
Dad’s words, meant to comfort, felt like a betrayal.
They were a reminder of a future I would never have, a love I would never know, a life that had been stolen from me.
I stared at them, my parents, their faces etched with grief, their scents a familiar blend of pine and lavender and a love that had endured loss, a love that had accepted defeat, a love that…
I envied their peace, their acceptance.
But I couldn’t share it.
I wasn’t ready to let go.
I wouldn’t.
“I… I can’t… I can’t do this,” I whispered, shaking my head. My eyes, filled with tears I refused to let fall, met theirs.
They saw the defiance in my gaze, the anger, the grief, the love that refused to die.
“I… I have to try. I have to… to find King Korvash. I have to… to make him… to make him undo this. To… to bring Rowan back.”
I turned and walked away, their pleas, their whispers of concern, fading behind me.
The weight of my grief, my determination, my love, fueled my every step.
I had to find him.
I had to try.
For Rowan.
For our love.
For the future we had almost had.
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