The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 277: Chapter 277
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King Korvash POV:
“The path you choose is perilous. And the price… may be more than you are willing to pay.”
My voice, a low rumble that echoed through the ancient halls of the Drakhor stronghold, was heavy with the weight of centuries, the knowledge of the darkness that festered in the shadows of our world, the burden I carried as Alpha King.
She stood before me, small but defiant, a flicker of Lyra’s fire burning in her amber eyes, a testament to the omega spirit, the Lycan blood that flowed within her, a love that defied even death itself.
“I’ve already lost everything, Alpha King,” she said, her voice a whisper, laced with the raw ache of grief, the weight of her sacrifice. “What more can I possibly lose?”
“Your very essence, Catrina Blanc,” I warned, my voice a low growl, the words a chilling prophecy, a truth she needed to understand, a destiny she couldn't escape. “Your soul. Your… sanity.”
I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, a momentary hesitation, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the fierce determination, the unwavering love that had brought her here, to this ancient stronghold, to this perilous crossroads.
“Damien’s magic… it’s… insidious, Catrina,”
I explained, my voice a low rumble, each word a reverberation of power, a warning of the darkness she was about to face.
“It corrupts. It twists. It… consumes. And by… by attempting to undo the ritual, by tampering with the very fabric of time, you risk… becoming a conduit for his power. A vessel for his… darkness.”
I paused, letting the weight of my words settle, watching as understanding, then fear, then a steely resolve, dawned in her amber eyes.
“He craves your power, Catrina. He needs your connection to Lyra, to the spirit realm, to complete his transformation. And if you… if you weaken the barrier between your world and his… you risk… unleashing a darkness that could consume us all.”
“I understand the risks, Alpha King,” she said, her voice steady, though a tremor of fear still lingered.
“But… I have to try. I have to… bring Rowan back. He… he sacrificed everything for me. And I… I won’t let his sacrifice be… in vain.”
“Your love for him is a powerful force, Catrina Blanc,” I acknowledged, my gaze softening, a hint of respect.
“But… love can also be a… a weapon, Catrina. A… a tool. And Damien… he’s a master manipulator. He’ll use your love against you. He’ll twist it, corrupt it, turn it into a… a… a gateway… for his darkness.”
“I know the risks, Alpha King,” she repeated, her voice firm now, her gaze unwavering, her love for Rowan, her commitment to her world, shining brighter than ever.
“But I’m willing to take them. I have to. For him. For… for all of us.”
I studied her for a moment, my icy blue eyes piercing, searching her soul, seeing the depths of her love, her grief, her determination. And I saw… Lyra. The warrior princess. The spirit walker.
The omega who had defied a king, a sorcerer, a destiny, for the sake of a love that was forbidden.
“Very well, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, a decision made, a destiny forged, a path chosen.
“I will help you. But be warned, the ritual is dangerous. Unpredictable. And there’s no guarantee… that you… or Rowan… will survive.”
“I understand, Alpha King,” she said, her voice a quiet acceptance, a courage that made my ancient heart stir, a recognition of the power she carried within, the love that fueled her resolve.
“But I’m ready.”
I nodded, my gaze holding hers, a silent promise, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“Then prepare yourself, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, the words a command, a warning, a prophecy. “For the journey… is about to begin.”
The air within the chamber grew heavy, charged with a tingling energy that made the runes on the walls glow with an eerie green light.
The scent of incense intensified, swirling around us, and I felt a shift, a ripple in the fabric of the spirit realm, a reminder of the power I wielded, the magic I was about to unleash.
“The ritual… it requires… a sacrifice, Catrina,” I explained, my voice a low rumble, each word a reverberation of power, a warning of the price she was about to pay.
“A… a piece of your… your very essence. A… a fragment… of your… soul.”
I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, a momentary hesitation, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the fierce determination, the unwavering love, that had brought her here, to this perilous crossroads.
“I’m ready, Alpha King,” she repeated, her voice steady, though a tremor of fear still lingered. “I’ll give… whatever is needed. Just… bring him back.”
I nodded, my gaze holding hers, a silent promise, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“Then close your eyes, Catrina Blanc,” I commanded, my voice a low rumble, the words a gateway to another world, another time, another destiny.
“And surrender to the… magic.”
The air crackled with energy, the runes on the walls pulsed with a blinding light, and I felt a surge of power, ancient and raw, flowing through me, connecting me to the very essence of the spirit realm, to the threads of time, to the destinies of all who walked this earth.
I began the chant, the ancient words of the ritual echoing through the chamber, a language of power and magic, a symphony of creation and destruction, a dance between light and shadow.
As I chanted, the spirit realm shimmered and shifted, the walls of the chamber dissolving, replaced by a swirling vortex of colors and shadows, a gateway to another time, another place, another destiny.
I could feel Catrina’s presence beside me, her wolf a restless shadow, her scent, lavender and vanilla, a bittersweet reminder of the love she was fighting for, the sacrifice she was willing to make.
And I could feel… him. Damien.
His darkness, a chilling presence, lurked at the edges of the ritual, his magic, a venomous whisper, trying to penetrate our defenses, to corrupt the magic, to claim… her.
He’s coming, Catrina. Be ready.
My words, a warning, a prophecy, echoed in her mind, a reminder of the danger we faced, the battle that was about to begin.
The vortex of colors intensified, swirling faster, pulling us deeper into the spirit realm’s embrace, towards a destiny that was uncertain, a love that was hanging in the balance.
And as we journeyed through time, through the very fabric of reality, towards a past that was about to be rewritten, a future that was about to be reclaimed.
“Hold on, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, the words a command, a promise, a prayer.
“For the ride… is about to get… bumpy.”
“The path you choose is perilous. And the price… may be more than you are willing to pay.”
My voice, a low rumble that echoed through the ancient halls of the Drakhor stronghold, was heavy with the weight of centuries, the knowledge of the darkness that festered in the shadows of our world, the burden I carried as Alpha King.
She stood before me, small but defiant, a flicker of Lyra’s fire burning in her amber eyes, a testament to the omega spirit, the Lycan blood that flowed within her, a love that defied even death itself.
“I’ve already lost everything, Alpha King,” she said, her voice a whisper, laced with the raw ache of grief, the weight of her sacrifice. “What more can I possibly lose?”
“Your very essence, Catrina Blanc,” I warned, my voice a low growl, the words a chilling prophecy, a truth she needed to understand, a destiny she couldn't escape. “Your soul. Your… sanity.”
I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, a momentary hesitation, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the fierce determination, the unwavering love that had brought her here, to this ancient stronghold, to this perilous crossroads.
“Damien’s magic… it’s… insidious, Catrina,”
I explained, my voice a low rumble, each word a reverberation of power, a warning of the darkness she was about to face.
“It corrupts. It twists. It… consumes. And by… by attempting to undo the ritual, by tampering with the very fabric of time, you risk… becoming a conduit for his power. A vessel for his… darkness.”
I paused, letting the weight of my words settle, watching as understanding, then fear, then a steely resolve, dawned in her amber eyes.
“He craves your power, Catrina. He needs your connection to Lyra, to the spirit realm, to complete his transformation. And if you… if you weaken the barrier between your world and his… you risk… unleashing a darkness that could consume us all.”
“I understand the risks, Alpha King,” she said, her voice steady, though a tremor of fear still lingered.
“But… I have to try. I have to… bring Rowan back. He… he sacrificed everything for me. And I… I won’t let his sacrifice be… in vain.”
“Your love for him is a powerful force, Catrina Blanc,” I acknowledged, my gaze softening, a hint of respect.
“But… love can also be a… a weapon, Catrina. A… a tool. And Damien… he’s a master manipulator. He’ll use your love against you. He’ll twist it, corrupt it, turn it into a… a… a gateway… for his darkness.”
“I know the risks, Alpha King,” she repeated, her voice firm now, her gaze unwavering, her love for Rowan, her commitment to her world, shining brighter than ever.
“But I’m willing to take them. I have to. For him. For… for all of us.”
I studied her for a moment, my icy blue eyes piercing, searching her soul, seeing the depths of her love, her grief, her determination. And I saw… Lyra. The warrior princess. The spirit walker.
The omega who had defied a king, a sorcerer, a destiny, for the sake of a love that was forbidden.
“Very well, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, a decision made, a destiny forged, a path chosen.
“I will help you. But be warned, the ritual is dangerous. Unpredictable. And there’s no guarantee… that you… or Rowan… will survive.”
“I understand, Alpha King,” she said, her voice a quiet acceptance, a courage that made my ancient heart stir, a recognition of the power she carried within, the love that fueled her resolve.
“But I’m ready.”
I nodded, my gaze holding hers, a silent promise, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“Then prepare yourself, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, the words a command, a warning, a prophecy. “For the journey… is about to begin.”
The air within the chamber grew heavy, charged with a tingling energy that made the runes on the walls glow with an eerie green light.
The scent of incense intensified, swirling around us, and I felt a shift, a ripple in the fabric of the spirit realm, a reminder of the power I wielded, the magic I was about to unleash.
“The ritual… it requires… a sacrifice, Catrina,” I explained, my voice a low rumble, each word a reverberation of power, a warning of the price she was about to pay.
“A… a piece of your… your very essence. A… a fragment… of your… soul.”
I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, a momentary hesitation, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the fierce determination, the unwavering love, that had brought her here, to this perilous crossroads.
“I’m ready, Alpha King,” she repeated, her voice steady, though a tremor of fear still lingered. “I’ll give… whatever is needed. Just… bring him back.”
I nodded, my gaze holding hers, a silent promise, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“Then close your eyes, Catrina Blanc,” I commanded, my voice a low rumble, the words a gateway to another world, another time, another destiny.
“And surrender to the… magic.”
The air crackled with energy, the runes on the walls pulsed with a blinding light, and I felt a surge of power, ancient and raw, flowing through me, connecting me to the very essence of the spirit realm, to the threads of time, to the destinies of all who walked this earth.
I began the chant, the ancient words of the ritual echoing through the chamber, a language of power and magic, a symphony of creation and destruction, a dance between light and shadow.
As I chanted, the spirit realm shimmered and shifted, the walls of the chamber dissolving, replaced by a swirling vortex of colors and shadows, a gateway to another time, another place, another destiny.
I could feel Catrina’s presence beside me, her wolf a restless shadow, her scent, lavender and vanilla, a bittersweet reminder of the love she was fighting for, the sacrifice she was willing to make.
And I could feel… him. Damien.
His darkness, a chilling presence, lurked at the edges of the ritual, his magic, a venomous whisper, trying to penetrate our defenses, to corrupt the magic, to claim… her.
He’s coming, Catrina. Be ready.
My words, a warning, a prophecy, echoed in her mind, a reminder of the danger we faced, the battle that was about to begin.
The vortex of colors intensified, swirling faster, pulling us deeper into the spirit realm’s embrace, towards a destiny that was uncertain, a love that was hanging in the balance.
And as we journeyed through time, through the very fabric of reality, towards a past that was about to be rewritten, a future that was about to be reclaimed.
“Hold on, Catrina Blanc,” I said, my voice a low rumble, the words a command, a promise, a prayer.
“For the ride… is about to get… bumpy.”
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