The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 281: Chapter 281
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Catrina POV:
“This suite is yours, Catrina. Anything you need, just ask.” Isabelle gestured around the spacious room, her voice echoing slightly in the space.
The air was thick with the scent of pine and new leather, a sterile, luxurious aroma that made my stomach churn, a stark contrast to the musty, comforting smells of the cabin I’d grown accustomed to, the home I’d shared with my parents, a life I’d left behind.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the opulent furnishings – a plush king-sized bed, a velvet chaise lounge, a marble fireplace, a crystal chandelier that shimmered like a captured rainbow.
It was all so… extravagant. So… unnecessary. So… Magnus.
The memory of the old Magnus Hotel, the place where I’d first met Rowan, where our story had begun, a tangled web of secrets and lies, forbidden desires and unexpected love, washed over me, a bittersweet ache in my heart.
“Isabelle, I I can’t,” I said, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze darting around the opulent suite, the luxurious prison she was offering me, a gilded cage that felt more suffocating than any cell Damien had ever trapped me in.
“I I can’t stay here. It’s… it’s too much. I I don’t… belong here.”
“Nonsense, Catrina.” Isabelle’s voice, though gentle, held a firm authority, an Alpha’s command sheathed in lavender-scented silk, a reminder of the power she now wielded, the responsibility she carried, the love she was fighting for.
She stepped closer, her hand resting on my arm, her touch a warm reassurance, a silent plea for understanding.
“You’re family, Catrina. You’re… one of us. And this pack this hotel… it needs you. We all need you.”
Her words, a reminder of the bond we shared, the losses we’d endured, the darkness we’d faced, brought a lump to my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.
I looked at her, her amber eyes, once cold and calculating, now softened by love, by grief, by the life growing within her, a new generation, a hope for a future we were still building, a future that felt… fragile.
“Derek needs you, Catrina,” she continued, her voice a soft murmur.
“He’s… he’s lost, Catrina. He’s… he’s struggling. He needs… someone to… to anchor him. To… to remind him… of who he is. Of… what he’s fighting for.”
Her words, a plea for help, a confession of her own vulnerability, made my heart ache.
Derek.
The golden wolf who’d always been there, a loyal friend, a protector, a brother, a mate who’d defied the rules, a love that had blossomed in the ashes of grief and loss.
He’d stepped into the role of Magnus Alpha, a burden he hadn’t sought, a responsibility that had fallen to him after Rowan’s death, a weight that threatened to crush him.
“I can’t, Isabelle,” I whispered, my voice breaking, the guilt, the weight of my own choices, a constant reminder of the sacrifice I’d made, the love I’d lost, the darkness I’d unleashed.
“I… I can’t be… what he needs. I… I can’t… I can’t be… Rowan.”
The memory of his scent, his touch, his amber eyes, the love we’d shared, the future we’d been denied, was a ghost in my heart, a shadow I couldn’t escape.
“You’re not Rowan, Catrina,” Isabelle said softly, her voice full of understanding, her gaze meeting mine, a shared grief, a mutual respect.
“But you’re… you. And you’re… enough.”
She squeezed my hand, her touch a comfort, a reminder of the bond we shared, the strength we’d found in each other, the love that had endured.
“You don’t have to be Rowan, Catrina,” she continued.
“You just… have to be… you. And… and be there… for Derek. For… for the pack. For… for all of us.”
Her words, a plea, a challenge, a reminder of the family we had become, the future we were fighting for, sparked a flicker of hope, a glimmer of Lyra’s power, a strength I’d almost forgotten.
“You’re right, Isabelle,” I said, my voice stronger now, a new resolve replacing the despair, my wolf standing tall beside me, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a love that defied everything.
“I’ll… I’ll do it. For Derek. For the pack. For… for Rowan.”
Isabelle smiled, a genuine smile that reached her amber eyes, a warmth that chased away the shadows, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that we would face this new challenge, this new darkness, together.
As one.
“Thank you, Catrina,” Isabelle whispered, her voice full of gratitude, her hand still clasped in mine, a bond that had been forged in the fires of loss and grief, a love that had endured the spirit realm’s darkest depths.
“I… I don’t know what I’d do… without you.”
And as I looked at her, at the life growing within her, at the hope that bloomed in her amber eyes, I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that I had made the right choice.
I would stay. For Derek. For the pack. For the memory of the Alpha who’d loved me, who’d sacrificed everything for me, whose destiny I was determined to reclaim.
“I will not let you down, Rowan.” My wolf whispered a silent vow, a promise to protect the ones he loved, to honor his memory, to fight for the future he’d dreamed of.
The luxurious Magnus Hotel suite felt like a gilded cage, a prison of memories and unspoken grief. I paced the length of the plush carpet, the silence amplifying the whispers in my mind, the shadows that danced in the corners of my eyes, the echoes of a love that was lost, a life that had been stolen.
It had been a week since I’d agreed to stay, to help Isabelle, to support Derek, to be a part of the pack.
A week of forced smiles and polite conversations, of pretending that the ache in my heart was just… indigestion, that the emptiness in my soul was just… exhaustion.
A week of avoiding the places that held Rowan’s scent, the memories we’d shared – the lobby where we’d first met, the gardens where we’d stolen our first kiss, the rooftop where we’d watched the sunrise, a promise of a future that would never be.
“It’s not working, Catrina.” My wolf’s voice was a mournful howl, a reflection of my own despair. “This… this place… it’s suffocating us. We need to… to leave. To run. To… forget.”
But how could I forget? How could I escape the memories that haunted me, the love that burned within me, a fire that even death couldn’t extinguish?
“This suite is yours, Catrina. Anything you need, just ask.” Isabelle gestured around the spacious room, her voice echoing slightly in the space.
The air was thick with the scent of pine and new leather, a sterile, luxurious aroma that made my stomach churn, a stark contrast to the musty, comforting smells of the cabin I’d grown accustomed to, the home I’d shared with my parents, a life I’d left behind.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the opulent furnishings – a plush king-sized bed, a velvet chaise lounge, a marble fireplace, a crystal chandelier that shimmered like a captured rainbow.
It was all so… extravagant. So… unnecessary. So… Magnus.
The memory of the old Magnus Hotel, the place where I’d first met Rowan, where our story had begun, a tangled web of secrets and lies, forbidden desires and unexpected love, washed over me, a bittersweet ache in my heart.
“Isabelle, I I can’t,” I said, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze darting around the opulent suite, the luxurious prison she was offering me, a gilded cage that felt more suffocating than any cell Damien had ever trapped me in.
“I I can’t stay here. It’s… it’s too much. I I don’t… belong here.”
“Nonsense, Catrina.” Isabelle’s voice, though gentle, held a firm authority, an Alpha’s command sheathed in lavender-scented silk, a reminder of the power she now wielded, the responsibility she carried, the love she was fighting for.
She stepped closer, her hand resting on my arm, her touch a warm reassurance, a silent plea for understanding.
“You’re family, Catrina. You’re… one of us. And this pack this hotel… it needs you. We all need you.”
Her words, a reminder of the bond we shared, the losses we’d endured, the darkness we’d faced, brought a lump to my throat, tears pricking at my eyes.
I looked at her, her amber eyes, once cold and calculating, now softened by love, by grief, by the life growing within her, a new generation, a hope for a future we were still building, a future that felt… fragile.
“Derek needs you, Catrina,” she continued, her voice a soft murmur.
“He’s… he’s lost, Catrina. He’s… he’s struggling. He needs… someone to… to anchor him. To… to remind him… of who he is. Of… what he’s fighting for.”
Her words, a plea for help, a confession of her own vulnerability, made my heart ache.
Derek.
The golden wolf who’d always been there, a loyal friend, a protector, a brother, a mate who’d defied the rules, a love that had blossomed in the ashes of grief and loss.
He’d stepped into the role of Magnus Alpha, a burden he hadn’t sought, a responsibility that had fallen to him after Rowan’s death, a weight that threatened to crush him.
“I can’t, Isabelle,” I whispered, my voice breaking, the guilt, the weight of my own choices, a constant reminder of the sacrifice I’d made, the love I’d lost, the darkness I’d unleashed.
“I… I can’t be… what he needs. I… I can’t… I can’t be… Rowan.”
The memory of his scent, his touch, his amber eyes, the love we’d shared, the future we’d been denied, was a ghost in my heart, a shadow I couldn’t escape.
“You’re not Rowan, Catrina,” Isabelle said softly, her voice full of understanding, her gaze meeting mine, a shared grief, a mutual respect.
“But you’re… you. And you’re… enough.”
She squeezed my hand, her touch a comfort, a reminder of the bond we shared, the strength we’d found in each other, the love that had endured.
“You don’t have to be Rowan, Catrina,” she continued.
“You just… have to be… you. And… and be there… for Derek. For… for the pack. For… for all of us.”
Her words, a plea, a challenge, a reminder of the family we had become, the future we were fighting for, sparked a flicker of hope, a glimmer of Lyra’s power, a strength I’d almost forgotten.
“You’re right, Isabelle,” I said, my voice stronger now, a new resolve replacing the despair, my wolf standing tall beside me, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a love that defied everything.
“I’ll… I’ll do it. For Derek. For the pack. For… for Rowan.”
Isabelle smiled, a genuine smile that reached her amber eyes, a warmth that chased away the shadows, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that we would face this new challenge, this new darkness, together.
As one.
“Thank you, Catrina,” Isabelle whispered, her voice full of gratitude, her hand still clasped in mine, a bond that had been forged in the fires of loss and grief, a love that had endured the spirit realm’s darkest depths.
“I… I don’t know what I’d do… without you.”
And as I looked at her, at the life growing within her, at the hope that bloomed in her amber eyes, I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that I had made the right choice.
I would stay. For Derek. For the pack. For the memory of the Alpha who’d loved me, who’d sacrificed everything for me, whose destiny I was determined to reclaim.
“I will not let you down, Rowan.” My wolf whispered a silent vow, a promise to protect the ones he loved, to honor his memory, to fight for the future he’d dreamed of.
The luxurious Magnus Hotel suite felt like a gilded cage, a prison of memories and unspoken grief. I paced the length of the plush carpet, the silence amplifying the whispers in my mind, the shadows that danced in the corners of my eyes, the echoes of a love that was lost, a life that had been stolen.
It had been a week since I’d agreed to stay, to help Isabelle, to support Derek, to be a part of the pack.
A week of forced smiles and polite conversations, of pretending that the ache in my heart was just… indigestion, that the emptiness in my soul was just… exhaustion.
A week of avoiding the places that held Rowan’s scent, the memories we’d shared – the lobby where we’d first met, the gardens where we’d stolen our first kiss, the rooftop where we’d watched the sunrise, a promise of a future that would never be.
“It’s not working, Catrina.” My wolf’s voice was a mournful howl, a reflection of my own despair. “This… this place… it’s suffocating us. We need to… to leave. To run. To… forget.”
But how could I forget? How could I escape the memories that haunted me, the love that burned within me, a fire that even death couldn’t extinguish?
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