The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 283: Chapter 283
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Catrina POV:
As the sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, as my muscles burned, as my wolf’s power surged through me, I felt a sense of release, a catharsis, a temporary escape from the shadows that haunted me.
But even as I pounded the heavy bag, even as I channeled my anger, my grief, my love, into a controlled fury, a certainty settled over me.
The darkness hadn't been vanquished. It had just been… dormant. Biding its time. Waiting… for its chance… to resurface.
And as I looked at Derek, his amber eyes filled with a darkness I’d seen before, a darkness I’d hoped he’d overcome.
“Derek, wait!” I cried, my voice a desperate plea.
He paused, his hand on the doorknob, his golden eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise, of… regret?
“Catrina, I… I can’t,” he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a painful echo of the choice he’d made, the path he’d chosen.
“I… I have to do this. For the pack. For… Isabelle.”
His words, though spoken with a conviction that made my heart ache, were laced with a sadness, a longing, that mirrored my own.
We’d both lost so much. Rowan. Marcus. Carson. The future we’d almost had.
And now… now we were losing each other, too.
“Don’t you… understand, Catrina?” he asked, his voice a whisper, his gaze searching mine, pleading for understanding, for forgiveness.
“I… I have to be… strong. For them. For the pup. I… I can’t… I can’t afford to be… weak.”
He turned away, his hand tightening on the doorknob, his scent, a mix of pine and leather and a darkness that made my wolf whimper, a chilling reminder of the larva that was consuming him, twisting him, turning him into… something else, fading, replaced by a coldness, a metallic tang, a scent that was both familiar and… terrifying.
“Please, Derek,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t… don’t do this. You’re… you’re not… yourself. The larva… it’s… it’s controlling you. You have to… fight it. You have to…”
“There’s nothing to fight, Catrina,” he said coldly, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once known, his golden eyes now burning with a darkness that made my blood run cold.
“It’s… it’s who I am now. It’s… our destiny.”
He opened the door, the hallway beyond dark and silent, a path that led towards a future I couldn’t imagine, a world where love was twisted, corrupted, a weapon in the hands of darkness.
“Where… where are you going?” I whispered, my voice a tremor of fear, my wolf pacing restlessly, her claws digging into the plush carpet, desperate to stop him, to protect him, to bring him back.
“To claim what’s mine, Catrina,” he said, his voice a low growl, his gaze meeting mine, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger that made my skin crawl.
“To claim… my mate. My Luna. My… future.”
And as he stepped into the darkness, his scent, a chilling reminder of the larva’s power, the darkness it had unleashed.
I couldn't sleep.
The luxurious Magnus Hotel suite felt like a gilded cage, the plush carpet a suffocating blanket, 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.
I’d tried to distract myself, to focus on the pack, on helping Isabelle, on supporting Jarrett, on anything that could push away the memories, the grief, the guilt.
But it was no use.
Rowan’s scent, a phantom touch, lingered everywhere, a bittersweet reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we’d been denied.
“He’s not coming back, Catrina.”
The voice of reason, a cold, hard whisper, was a constant torment, a reminder of the truth I couldn’t escape, the loss I couldn’t bear.
I’d made the sacrifice. I’d broken the bond. I’d let him go. And now… now he was truly gone.
Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s darkness, a sacrifice he’d made to save me, a love that had defied everything.
“It should have been me,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice a broken echo of the guilt that gnawed at me, a constant reminder of my failure.
“I should have been the one to… to face the darkness. To… to pay the price. Not Rowan. Not Derek. It… it should have been… me.”
But even as I tormented myself with these thoughts, a flicker of hope, a whisper of a promise, a spark of Lyra’s power, refused to be extinguished.
He’s not gone, Catrina. Not completely. His love… it’s still here. Within you. In the spirit realm. In… our destiny.
I got out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, the luxurious texture a jarring contrast to the rough-hewn wooden floors of the cabin I’d grown up in, the home I’d shared with my parents, a life I’d left behind.
I walked to the window, the city lights a twinkling tapestry below, the moon a silver sliver in the velvet sky.
The memory of Rowan, of our stolen moments, of the love we’d shared, a bond that had defied everything, filled my heart with a longing so intense it ached, a pain that was both physical and emotional, a reminder of the future we’d almost had, the destiny we were fighting to reclaim.
I have to find him.
My wolf’s voice, a fierce growl, a primal urge that echoed deep within my soul, was a reminder of the power I now wielded, the magic that flowed through my veins, the destiny I was embracing.
I would find a way. I would bring him back.
I wouldn’t let him go.
Not again.
As the sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes, as my muscles burned, as my wolf’s power surged through me, I felt a sense of release, a catharsis, a temporary escape from the shadows that haunted me.
But even as I pounded the heavy bag, even as I channeled my anger, my grief, my love, into a controlled fury, a certainty settled over me.
The darkness hadn't been vanquished. It had just been… dormant. Biding its time. Waiting… for its chance… to resurface.
And as I looked at Derek, his amber eyes filled with a darkness I’d seen before, a darkness I’d hoped he’d overcome.
“Derek, wait!” I cried, my voice a desperate plea.
He paused, his hand on the doorknob, his golden eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise, of… regret?
“Catrina, I… I can’t,” he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a painful echo of the choice he’d made, the path he’d chosen.
“I… I have to do this. For the pack. For… Isabelle.”
His words, though spoken with a conviction that made my heart ache, were laced with a sadness, a longing, that mirrored my own.
We’d both lost so much. Rowan. Marcus. Carson. The future we’d almost had.
And now… now we were losing each other, too.
“Don’t you… understand, Catrina?” he asked, his voice a whisper, his gaze searching mine, pleading for understanding, for forgiveness.
“I… I have to be… strong. For them. For the pup. I… I can’t… I can’t afford to be… weak.”
He turned away, his hand tightening on the doorknob, his scent, a mix of pine and leather and a darkness that made my wolf whimper, a chilling reminder of the larva that was consuming him, twisting him, turning him into… something else, fading, replaced by a coldness, a metallic tang, a scent that was both familiar and… terrifying.
“Please, Derek,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t… don’t do this. You’re… you’re not… yourself. The larva… it’s… it’s controlling you. You have to… fight it. You have to…”
“There’s nothing to fight, Catrina,” he said coldly, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once known, his golden eyes now burning with a darkness that made my blood run cold.
“It’s… it’s who I am now. It’s… our destiny.”
He opened the door, the hallway beyond dark and silent, a path that led towards a future I couldn’t imagine, a world where love was twisted, corrupted, a weapon in the hands of darkness.
“Where… where are you going?” I whispered, my voice a tremor of fear, my wolf pacing restlessly, her claws digging into the plush carpet, desperate to stop him, to protect him, to bring him back.
“To claim what’s mine, Catrina,” he said, his voice a low growl, his gaze meeting mine, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger that made my skin crawl.
“To claim… my mate. My Luna. My… future.”
And as he stepped into the darkness, his scent, a chilling reminder of the larva’s power, the darkness it had unleashed.
I couldn't sleep.
The luxurious Magnus Hotel suite felt like a gilded cage, the plush carpet a suffocating blanket, 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.
I’d tried to distract myself, to focus on the pack, on helping Isabelle, on supporting Jarrett, on anything that could push away the memories, the grief, the guilt.
But it was no use.
Rowan’s scent, a phantom touch, lingered everywhere, a bittersweet reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we’d been denied.
“He’s not coming back, Catrina.”
The voice of reason, a cold, hard whisper, was a constant torment, a reminder of the truth I couldn’t escape, the loss I couldn’t bear.
I’d made the sacrifice. I’d broken the bond. I’d let him go. And now… now he was truly gone.
Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s darkness, a sacrifice he’d made to save me, a love that had defied everything.
“It should have been me,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice a broken echo of the guilt that gnawed at me, a constant reminder of my failure.
“I should have been the one to… to face the darkness. To… to pay the price. Not Rowan. Not Derek. It… it should have been… me.”
But even as I tormented myself with these thoughts, a flicker of hope, a whisper of a promise, a spark of Lyra’s power, refused to be extinguished.
He’s not gone, Catrina. Not completely. His love… it’s still here. Within you. In the spirit realm. In… our destiny.
I got out of bed, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, the luxurious texture a jarring contrast to the rough-hewn wooden floors of the cabin I’d grown up in, the home I’d shared with my parents, a life I’d left behind.
I walked to the window, the city lights a twinkling tapestry below, the moon a silver sliver in the velvet sky.
The memory of Rowan, of our stolen moments, of the love we’d shared, a bond that had defied everything, filled my heart with a longing so intense it ached, a pain that was both physical and emotional, a reminder of the future we’d almost had, the destiny we were fighting to reclaim.
I have to find him.
My wolf’s voice, a fierce growl, a primal urge that echoed deep within my soul, was a reminder of the power I now wielded, the magic that flowed through my veins, the destiny I was embracing.
I would find a way. I would bring him back.
I wouldn’t let him go.
Not again.
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