The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 273: Chapter 273
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Rowan POV:
"Catrina?"
My voice, a ragged whisper, echoed in the oppressive silence, swallowed by the swirling mists and shadowy figures that surrounded me.
Where was I? What was this place?
My mind, a jumble of fragmented memories and unsettling visions, struggled to make sense of the swirling chaos, the oppressive darkness that pressed in on me, suffocating, disorienting.
We're trapped, Rowan.
My wolf's voice, a low growl, echoed in my mind, a mix of fear and a primal instinct to fight, to flee, to protect.
This isn't the spirit realm we know. It's… different. Twisted. Corrupted.
He was right. The air was heavy, thick with the stench of decay and a cloying sweetness that made my stomach churn.
Twisted trees, their branches like skeletal claws, reached out, their shadows whispering secrets I couldn't understand, their leaves rustling with an unnatural sound that grated on my nerves.
This wasn't the spirit realm I’d visited before, the place where I’d made the deal with King Korvash, the place where I'd seen Vivian, where I’d fought Damien. T
his was something else. Something… darker.
"Where am I?" I whispered again, my voice barely audible, lost in the oppressive silence.
My body ached, my muscles screamed in protest as I tried to move, but I was restrained, bound by an invisible force, a magic that pulsed with a dark energy I recognized.
Damien.
"You're… home, Rowan."
His voice, a silken purr that sent shivers down my spine, echoed through the swirling mist, a mocking presence that made my wolf snarl, his claws itching to extend, to tear, to shred the darkness that held me captive.
He’s playing games, Rowan. My wolf growled, his voice a low rumble in my chest. He’s trying to… break us.
“Let me go, Damien!” I roared, my voice echoing with an Alpha's command, a defiance that felt hollow, weak, in this twisted, corrupted version of the spirit realm. “Show yourself, coward! Face me!”
A cold, sharp laugh, a sound that grated on my nerves, a reminder of the sorcerer's cruelty, his power, his control, echoed through the mist.
"Such… bravado, Rowan Magnus," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with a mocking amusement. "But… misplaced. You're in no position to make demands. You’re a prisoner, Alpha. A… pawn in my game."
“What do you want, Damien?” I growled, my voice laced with frustration, my wolf pacing restlessly, his claws digging into the unseen ground, desperate to break free, to fight, to protect.
“Why am I here? What have you done with Catrina?”
“Catrina?” Damien’s voice, a silken purr, was a mockery of the love we shared, the bond he'd tried to break, the destiny he’d tried to rewrite.
“She’s… safe, Rowan. She’s… where she belongs. With… me.”
He’s lying, Rowan. My wolf snarled, his voice a low rumble in my chest. I can feel her. She’s… close. But she’s… in danger.
“You’re lying, Damien! You’re… you’re twisting everything! You’re… you’re trying to… break us! But… you won’t succeed! Our love… our bond… it’s… it’s stronger than your… your magic! It’s… it’s…”
My voice trailed off, lost in a wave of dizziness, nausea, a feeling of… wrongness, a darkness that seeped into my soul, a cold, insidious magic that whispered doubts, fears, insecurities, a reminder of my own failures, my own weaknesses.
He’s getting inside your head, Rowan. Don’t listen to him! Fight back!
But it was hard to fight, hard to resist, the darkness pulling me down, whispering lies, twisting the truth, making me question everything.
“Catrina,” I whispered, my voice broken, my heart aching with a longing I couldn’t express, a love I couldn’t reclaim.
“Please… come back to me. I… I need you. I… I love you.”
But my words were lost in the swirling mist, swallowed by the darkness, drowned out by Damien's chilling laughter, a cruel reminder of the love he’d stolen, the destiny he’d denied, the future he’d shattered.
And as I succumbed to the darkness, to the despair, to the chilling certainty that I’d lost her forever, a vision, vivid and terrifying, a prophecy of a future I couldn't escape, flashed before my eyes.
I saw the spirit realm crumbling, the twisted trees withering, the shadows fading, the very fabric of this otherworldly plane dissolving into… nothingness.
And I saw Catrina, her silver fur dimming, her amber eyes losing their light, her scent, lavender and vanilla, a fading memory, a ghost in the wind, her life force draining away, her soul…
No! I roared, my voice a primal scream of rage and denial, a desperate attempt to break free from the darkness, to reach her, to save her.
Catrina!
But it was too late.
The vision faded, replaced by the oppressive silence, the suffocating darkness, the chilling certainty that I’d lost her… again.
And as Damien’s laughter, a triumphant roar, echoed through the spirit realm, a cruel mockery of the love I’d sacrificed, the destiny I’d tried to rewrite, a darkness, colder and deeper than anything I’d ever known, consumed me.
A blinding white light.
A searing pain.
And then… nothingness.
“Catrina…”
My voice, a ragged whisper, a desperate plea, echoed in the darkness.
Where was I? What was happening?
My mind, a jumble of fragmented memories and unsettling visions, struggled to make sense of the chaos, the disorientation, the fear that gnawed at me.
He’s playing games again, Rowan. My wolf’s voice, a low growl, echoed in my mind, a mix of anger and a primal instinct to fight, to protect.
He’s trying to… confuse us. To… weaken us. To… break us.
But it was hard to fight, hard to focus, when the darkness was so thick, so oppressive, when the memories were so jumbled, so distorted.
I saw flashes of Catrina, her face a mask of pain and fear, her amber eyes pleading with me, her voice a desperate cry for help.
We have to reach her, Rowan.
My wolf roared, his claws digging into the unseen ground, his amber eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness.
She needs us.
But I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn’t even think clearly. It was like I was trapped in a nightmare, a twisted, distorted version of the spirit realm, a place where the rules of our world didn’t apply, where Damien’s magic reigned supreme.
And then, I saw him.
King Korvash.
He stood before me, tall and imposing, his silver fur gleaming in the otherworldly light, his icy blue eyes piercing me with a gaze that held both judgment and… pity?
“You have failed, Rowan Magnus,” his voice, a deep rumble, echoed through the darkness, a condemnation that made my wolf whimper, his tail tucking between his legs, a primal instinct to submit, to obey.
“You have… betrayed… your love. Your… destiny.”
His words, a harsh truth, a reminder of the choices I’d made, the sacrifices I’d offered, the consequences I now faced, sent a chill down my spine.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, lost in the swirling chaos.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I just… I wanted to… protect her.”
“Protection is not about control, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash said, his voice a low growl, a reprimand that echoed the whispers of my own conscience, the guilt that gnawed at me.
“It’s about… trust. About… respect. About… letting go.”
His words, a wisdom I hadn’t understood, a lesson I’d learned too late, made my heart ache with regret, with a longing for a love I’d pushed away, a destiny I’d tried to rewrite.
“You sought to control her fate, Rowan Magnus,” he continued, his gaze intense, his words a judgment.
“To shield her from the darkness by denying her her true nature. Her power. Her destiny.”
“But in doing so you weakened her. You made her vulnerable. Yo… brought the darkness right to her doorstep.”
His words, a chilling truth, a reminder of the choices I’d made, the consequences I now faced, made my wolf howl in anguish, a primal scream of despair, of a love that had been betrayed, a destiny that had been denied.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t know,” I whispered, my voice broken, my heart shattered. “I… I just… I wanted to… protect her from… from Damien. From… from… me.”
“Damien is a symptom, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash said, his voice a low rumble, a wisdom that transcended the boundaries of our world.
“Not the cause. He is a reflection of the darkness within us all. The fear. The obsession. The need to control.”
He paused, his gaze piercing me, his words a challenge, a prophecy.
“And until you face that darkness within yourself you will never be free.”
“But… Catrina… what about Catrina?” I pleaded, my voice a desperate cry. “She’s… she’s in danger. Damien… he’ll… he’ll…”
“Her fate is now… intertwined with yours, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash interrupted, his voice a chilling certainty.
“You are… connected. Bound. By a love that… defies… even death.”
He turned away, his silver fur gleaming in the otherworldly light, his voice a low, echoing rumble, his words a warning, a prophecy, a challenge.
“Find her, Rowan Magnus. Reclaim your love. Face your destiny. Or… be consumed by… the darkness… together.”
"Catrina?"
My voice, a ragged whisper, echoed in the oppressive silence, swallowed by the swirling mists and shadowy figures that surrounded me.
Where was I? What was this place?
My mind, a jumble of fragmented memories and unsettling visions, struggled to make sense of the swirling chaos, the oppressive darkness that pressed in on me, suffocating, disorienting.
We're trapped, Rowan.
My wolf's voice, a low growl, echoed in my mind, a mix of fear and a primal instinct to fight, to flee, to protect.
This isn't the spirit realm we know. It's… different. Twisted. Corrupted.
He was right. The air was heavy, thick with the stench of decay and a cloying sweetness that made my stomach churn.
Twisted trees, their branches like skeletal claws, reached out, their shadows whispering secrets I couldn't understand, their leaves rustling with an unnatural sound that grated on my nerves.
This wasn't the spirit realm I’d visited before, the place where I’d made the deal with King Korvash, the place where I'd seen Vivian, where I’d fought Damien. T
his was something else. Something… darker.
"Where am I?" I whispered again, my voice barely audible, lost in the oppressive silence.
My body ached, my muscles screamed in protest as I tried to move, but I was restrained, bound by an invisible force, a magic that pulsed with a dark energy I recognized.
Damien.
"You're… home, Rowan."
His voice, a silken purr that sent shivers down my spine, echoed through the swirling mist, a mocking presence that made my wolf snarl, his claws itching to extend, to tear, to shred the darkness that held me captive.
He’s playing games, Rowan. My wolf growled, his voice a low rumble in my chest. He’s trying to… break us.
“Let me go, Damien!” I roared, my voice echoing with an Alpha's command, a defiance that felt hollow, weak, in this twisted, corrupted version of the spirit realm. “Show yourself, coward! Face me!”
A cold, sharp laugh, a sound that grated on my nerves, a reminder of the sorcerer's cruelty, his power, his control, echoed through the mist.
"Such… bravado, Rowan Magnus," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with a mocking amusement. "But… misplaced. You're in no position to make demands. You’re a prisoner, Alpha. A… pawn in my game."
“What do you want, Damien?” I growled, my voice laced with frustration, my wolf pacing restlessly, his claws digging into the unseen ground, desperate to break free, to fight, to protect.
“Why am I here? What have you done with Catrina?”
“Catrina?” Damien’s voice, a silken purr, was a mockery of the love we shared, the bond he'd tried to break, the destiny he’d tried to rewrite.
“She’s… safe, Rowan. She’s… where she belongs. With… me.”
He’s lying, Rowan. My wolf snarled, his voice a low rumble in my chest. I can feel her. She’s… close. But she’s… in danger.
“You’re lying, Damien! You’re… you’re twisting everything! You’re… you’re trying to… break us! But… you won’t succeed! Our love… our bond… it’s… it’s stronger than your… your magic! It’s… it’s…”
My voice trailed off, lost in a wave of dizziness, nausea, a feeling of… wrongness, a darkness that seeped into my soul, a cold, insidious magic that whispered doubts, fears, insecurities, a reminder of my own failures, my own weaknesses.
He’s getting inside your head, Rowan. Don’t listen to him! Fight back!
But it was hard to fight, hard to resist, the darkness pulling me down, whispering lies, twisting the truth, making me question everything.
“Catrina,” I whispered, my voice broken, my heart aching with a longing I couldn’t express, a love I couldn’t reclaim.
“Please… come back to me. I… I need you. I… I love you.”
But my words were lost in the swirling mist, swallowed by the darkness, drowned out by Damien's chilling laughter, a cruel reminder of the love he’d stolen, the destiny he’d denied, the future he’d shattered.
And as I succumbed to the darkness, to the despair, to the chilling certainty that I’d lost her forever, a vision, vivid and terrifying, a prophecy of a future I couldn't escape, flashed before my eyes.
I saw the spirit realm crumbling, the twisted trees withering, the shadows fading, the very fabric of this otherworldly plane dissolving into… nothingness.
And I saw Catrina, her silver fur dimming, her amber eyes losing their light, her scent, lavender and vanilla, a fading memory, a ghost in the wind, her life force draining away, her soul…
No! I roared, my voice a primal scream of rage and denial, a desperate attempt to break free from the darkness, to reach her, to save her.
Catrina!
But it was too late.
The vision faded, replaced by the oppressive silence, the suffocating darkness, the chilling certainty that I’d lost her… again.
And as Damien’s laughter, a triumphant roar, echoed through the spirit realm, a cruel mockery of the love I’d sacrificed, the destiny I’d tried to rewrite, a darkness, colder and deeper than anything I’d ever known, consumed me.
A blinding white light.
A searing pain.
And then… nothingness.
“Catrina…”
My voice, a ragged whisper, a desperate plea, echoed in the darkness.
Where was I? What was happening?
My mind, a jumble of fragmented memories and unsettling visions, struggled to make sense of the chaos, the disorientation, the fear that gnawed at me.
He’s playing games again, Rowan. My wolf’s voice, a low growl, echoed in my mind, a mix of anger and a primal instinct to fight, to protect.
He’s trying to… confuse us. To… weaken us. To… break us.
But it was hard to fight, hard to focus, when the darkness was so thick, so oppressive, when the memories were so jumbled, so distorted.
I saw flashes of Catrina, her face a mask of pain and fear, her amber eyes pleading with me, her voice a desperate cry for help.
We have to reach her, Rowan.
My wolf roared, his claws digging into the unseen ground, his amber eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness.
She needs us.
But I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn’t even think clearly. It was like I was trapped in a nightmare, a twisted, distorted version of the spirit realm, a place where the rules of our world didn’t apply, where Damien’s magic reigned supreme.
And then, I saw him.
King Korvash.
He stood before me, tall and imposing, his silver fur gleaming in the otherworldly light, his icy blue eyes piercing me with a gaze that held both judgment and… pity?
“You have failed, Rowan Magnus,” his voice, a deep rumble, echoed through the darkness, a condemnation that made my wolf whimper, his tail tucking between his legs, a primal instinct to submit, to obey.
“You have… betrayed… your love. Your… destiny.”
His words, a harsh truth, a reminder of the choices I’d made, the sacrifices I’d offered, the consequences I now faced, sent a chill down my spine.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, lost in the swirling chaos.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to… I just… I wanted to… protect her.”
“Protection is not about control, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash said, his voice a low growl, a reprimand that echoed the whispers of my own conscience, the guilt that gnawed at me.
“It’s about… trust. About… respect. About… letting go.”
His words, a wisdom I hadn’t understood, a lesson I’d learned too late, made my heart ache with regret, with a longing for a love I’d pushed away, a destiny I’d tried to rewrite.
“You sought to control her fate, Rowan Magnus,” he continued, his gaze intense, his words a judgment.
“To shield her from the darkness by denying her her true nature. Her power. Her destiny.”
“But in doing so you weakened her. You made her vulnerable. Yo… brought the darkness right to her doorstep.”
His words, a chilling truth, a reminder of the choices I’d made, the consequences I now faced, made my wolf howl in anguish, a primal scream of despair, of a love that had been betrayed, a destiny that had been denied.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t know,” I whispered, my voice broken, my heart shattered. “I… I just… I wanted to… protect her from… from Damien. From… from… me.”
“Damien is a symptom, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash said, his voice a low rumble, a wisdom that transcended the boundaries of our world.
“Not the cause. He is a reflection of the darkness within us all. The fear. The obsession. The need to control.”
He paused, his gaze piercing me, his words a challenge, a prophecy.
“And until you face that darkness within yourself you will never be free.”
“But… Catrina… what about Catrina?” I pleaded, my voice a desperate cry. “She’s… she’s in danger. Damien… he’ll… he’ll…”
“Her fate is now… intertwined with yours, Rowan Magnus,” King Korvash interrupted, his voice a chilling certainty.
“You are… connected. Bound. By a love that… defies… even death.”
He turned away, his silver fur gleaming in the otherworldly light, his voice a low, echoing rumble, his words a warning, a prophecy, a challenge.
“Find her, Rowan Magnus. Reclaim your love. Face your destiny. Or… be consumed by… the darkness… together.”
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