The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 264: Chapter 264
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Catrina POV:
The city lights blurred below, a twinkling sea of colors against the black velvet of night.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke curling up, a wispy ghost against the moonlit sky.
The nicotine did little to soothe the ache in my chest, the emptiness that had been my constant companion for the past two years.
Rowan.
His name, a whisper on the wind, a ghost in my heart, was a constant reminder of what I’d lost, the love that had been ripped away, the future we'd almost had.
"I didn't know you smoked, Cat."
Emma's voice, a gentle surprise, pulled me back from the swirling vortex of my memories.
I turned, watching as she walked towards me, her silhouette outlined against the city lights.
Her human scent was a welcome comfort, a grounding presence in my world of werewolves and magic and loss.
"Yeah, for a while now," I said, my voice rough from the smoke and the unshed tears that always lingered in my throat.
I took another drag, watching as the smoke dissipated in the night air, a fleeting image of a life that had gone up in smoke, a love that had been extinguished.
We stood there in silence, watching the city, each of us lost in our own thoughts, the weight of our shared grief, the memories of the battle, the losses we’d endured, a bond that had forged an unlikely friendship.
“They don’t understand, do they?” Emma’s voice, quiet but full of understanding, was a balm to my soul.
She knew. She’d seen the darkness, had faced the monsters, had lost someone she loved to Damien’s magic.
We’d both been through hell, and somehow, we’d come out on the other side. Broken, scarred, but… still alive.
“They don’t… get it.”
I nodded, taking another drag, needing the nicotine to calm the restless energy that buzzed beneath my skin, a phantom echo of Lyra’s power, a magic I’d embraced, then lost, a part of me that felt… hollow now, without Rowan.
“They think I should just… move on. Forget him. Find… someone else. Build… a new life.”
I laughed, a harsh, empty sound that made even the night birds quiet, their songs replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city.
“It’s easy for them to say. They have each other. Derek and Isabelle. Maggie and Henri. But… I…”
My voice cracked, and I turned away, unable to face her, unable to voice the truth that haunted me, the love that refused to die.
“He was… my mate, Emma. My Alpha. My… everything. And I… I lost him. And… and it’s… it’s all my fault.”
“No, Catrina,” Emma said softly, her hand resting on my shoulder, her touch a warm comfort.
It was a human touch, a reminder of the world I'd almost lost myself in, the life I was trying to rebuild.
“It’s not your fault. It’s… it’s Damien’s fault. He… he twisted everything. Corrupted everything. He…”
Her voice trailed off, and I knew she was remembering Brock, her own lost love, a human boy who had walked into our world, who had sacrificed himself to save us.
We stood there in silence, united by a shared grief, a loss that bound us together more than any pack, any bloodline, any magic ever could.
“He’s… he’s gone, Emma,” I whispered, the truth I’d been trying to deny finally escaping, the words a painful admission, a weight on my soul.
“He’s… really gone.”
“I know, Catrina,” she said softly, her voice full of understanding.
“I… I miss him too. Every day.”
We were both grieving, both lost in our own memories, haunted by the shadows of what had been, the echoes of a love that had been stolen, a future that had been denied.
But as I stood there, the city lights blurring below, the wind whipping at my hair, the smoke from my cigarette curling into the night sky, I knew I wasn’t ready to let go. I couldn’t.
There had to be a way to bring him back.
“I have a plan, Emma,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the despair. “I’m going to… find King Korvash.”
“King Korvash? But… how?” Emma’s voice was a mix of surprise and doubt.
“He’s… he’s a legend, Catrina. A powerful Alpha. He only… appears when he wants to be seen. When it… suits his… purpose.”
“I know,” I said, taking a final drag from my cigarette and flicking it over the edge of the balcony.
The ember, a tiny spark of defiance, arced through the night, mirroring the hope that was burning inside me.
“But… Rowan… he… he made a deal with him, Emma. Before… before everything went wrong. He… he told me… he said… King Korvash gave him a chance… to… to change things.”
“A chance to… to save me.”
I paused, my gaze meeting hers, the memory of Rowan’s sacrifice, his love, his willingness to erase himself to protect me, a bittersweet ache in my chest.
It was a love that transcended everything, a love that even Damien’s darkness couldn't destroy, a love that… might be enough to bring him back.
“If… if I can find King Korvash… if I can… convince him… to… to undo what Damien did… to… to give us another chance…”
My voice trailed off, the hope and fear swirling inside me, a storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
“He… he could bring Rowan… back, Emma. He… he could save him.”
Emma stared at me, her blue eyes wide, a mix of doubt and a glimmer of hope in their depths.
“But Catrina… your parents… they said… King Korvash doesn’t… show himself… to just anyone. He only… appears when…”
“I know, Emma,” I said, cutting her off, my voice firm.
I knew it was a long shot, maybe even a foolish dream.
But I had to try.
“But I have to do this. For Rowan. For… for us.”
She was silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the city lights below, a million tiny stars twinkling in the darkness.
And then, she looked at me, a new determination in her eyes, a spark of the magic she’d discovered, the power she’d embraced.
It was a power that transcended the boundaries of our worlds, a connection we shared.
“I know someone who can help, Catrina,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
Her words, a lifeline in the darkness, brought a surge of hope, a new energy that made my wolf stir, a primal instinct that whispered…
Believe.
“He… he’s a… a shaman. A spirit walker. He… he knows the ancient ways. He… he might… he might be able to… to help you find… King Korvash.”
The city lights blurred below, a twinkling sea of colors against the black velvet of night.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke curling up, a wispy ghost against the moonlit sky.
The nicotine did little to soothe the ache in my chest, the emptiness that had been my constant companion for the past two years.
Rowan.
His name, a whisper on the wind, a ghost in my heart, was a constant reminder of what I’d lost, the love that had been ripped away, the future we'd almost had.
"I didn't know you smoked, Cat."
Emma's voice, a gentle surprise, pulled me back from the swirling vortex of my memories.
I turned, watching as she walked towards me, her silhouette outlined against the city lights.
Her human scent was a welcome comfort, a grounding presence in my world of werewolves and magic and loss.
"Yeah, for a while now," I said, my voice rough from the smoke and the unshed tears that always lingered in my throat.
I took another drag, watching as the smoke dissipated in the night air, a fleeting image of a life that had gone up in smoke, a love that had been extinguished.
We stood there in silence, watching the city, each of us lost in our own thoughts, the weight of our shared grief, the memories of the battle, the losses we’d endured, a bond that had forged an unlikely friendship.
“They don’t understand, do they?” Emma’s voice, quiet but full of understanding, was a balm to my soul.
She knew. She’d seen the darkness, had faced the monsters, had lost someone she loved to Damien’s magic.
We’d both been through hell, and somehow, we’d come out on the other side. Broken, scarred, but… still alive.
“They don’t… get it.”
I nodded, taking another drag, needing the nicotine to calm the restless energy that buzzed beneath my skin, a phantom echo of Lyra’s power, a magic I’d embraced, then lost, a part of me that felt… hollow now, without Rowan.
“They think I should just… move on. Forget him. Find… someone else. Build… a new life.”
I laughed, a harsh, empty sound that made even the night birds quiet, their songs replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the city.
“It’s easy for them to say. They have each other. Derek and Isabelle. Maggie and Henri. But… I…”
My voice cracked, and I turned away, unable to face her, unable to voice the truth that haunted me, the love that refused to die.
“He was… my mate, Emma. My Alpha. My… everything. And I… I lost him. And… and it’s… it’s all my fault.”
“No, Catrina,” Emma said softly, her hand resting on my shoulder, her touch a warm comfort.
It was a human touch, a reminder of the world I'd almost lost myself in, the life I was trying to rebuild.
“It’s not your fault. It’s… it’s Damien’s fault. He… he twisted everything. Corrupted everything. He…”
Her voice trailed off, and I knew she was remembering Brock, her own lost love, a human boy who had walked into our world, who had sacrificed himself to save us.
We stood there in silence, united by a shared grief, a loss that bound us together more than any pack, any bloodline, any magic ever could.
“He’s… he’s gone, Emma,” I whispered, the truth I’d been trying to deny finally escaping, the words a painful admission, a weight on my soul.
“He’s… really gone.”
“I know, Catrina,” she said softly, her voice full of understanding.
“I… I miss him too. Every day.”
We were both grieving, both lost in our own memories, haunted by the shadows of what had been, the echoes of a love that had been stolen, a future that had been denied.
But as I stood there, the city lights blurring below, the wind whipping at my hair, the smoke from my cigarette curling into the night sky, I knew I wasn’t ready to let go. I couldn’t.
There had to be a way to bring him back.
“I have a plan, Emma,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the despair. “I’m going to… find King Korvash.”
“King Korvash? But… how?” Emma’s voice was a mix of surprise and doubt.
“He’s… he’s a legend, Catrina. A powerful Alpha. He only… appears when he wants to be seen. When it… suits his… purpose.”
“I know,” I said, taking a final drag from my cigarette and flicking it over the edge of the balcony.
The ember, a tiny spark of defiance, arced through the night, mirroring the hope that was burning inside me.
“But… Rowan… he… he made a deal with him, Emma. Before… before everything went wrong. He… he told me… he said… King Korvash gave him a chance… to… to change things.”
“A chance to… to save me.”
I paused, my gaze meeting hers, the memory of Rowan’s sacrifice, his love, his willingness to erase himself to protect me, a bittersweet ache in my chest.
It was a love that transcended everything, a love that even Damien’s darkness couldn't destroy, a love that… might be enough to bring him back.
“If… if I can find King Korvash… if I can… convince him… to… to undo what Damien did… to… to give us another chance…”
My voice trailed off, the hope and fear swirling inside me, a storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
“He… he could bring Rowan… back, Emma. He… he could save him.”
Emma stared at me, her blue eyes wide, a mix of doubt and a glimmer of hope in their depths.
“But Catrina… your parents… they said… King Korvash doesn’t… show himself… to just anyone. He only… appears when…”
“I know, Emma,” I said, cutting her off, my voice firm.
I knew it was a long shot, maybe even a foolish dream.
But I had to try.
“But I have to do this. For Rowan. For… for us.”
She was silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the city lights below, a million tiny stars twinkling in the darkness.
And then, she looked at me, a new determination in her eyes, a spark of the magic she’d discovered, the power she’d embraced.
It was a power that transcended the boundaries of our worlds, a connection we shared.
“I know someone who can help, Catrina,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
Her words, a lifeline in the darkness, brought a surge of hope, a new energy that made my wolf stir, a primal instinct that whispered…
Believe.
“He… he’s a… a shaman. A spirit walker. He… he knows the ancient ways. He… he might… he might be able to… to help you find… King Korvash.”
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