The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 284: Chapter 284
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Catrina POV:
The air in the room crackled with energy, a tingling sensation that made my fur stand on end, my wolf stirring, sensing the shift, the connection to the spirit realm.
A vision, vivid and terrifying, filled my mind.
I saw Rowan, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache, his voice a whisper, a plea, a promise.
But he wasn’t in the beautiful moonlit garden I’d visited before, the place where we’d shared our first kiss, a memory that spanned lifetimes.
He was trapped in a dark, desolate wasteland, the ground scorched and barren, the air thick with the stench of decay and a chilling coldness that made my wolf whimper.
He was surrounded by shadowy figures, their eyes glowing red, their claws dripping with a viscous black ooze.
They were Damien’s shadow warriors, and they were… torturing him.
“No!” I screamed, my voice a raw, primal sound of anguish, my body convulsing, my hands instinctively reaching out to him, to protect him, to save him.
“Rowan!”
But my touch, my voice, couldn't reach him, couldn't penetrate the barrier that separated us, the darkness that held him captive.
“He needs us, Catrina!” My wolf roared, her voice a mix of fury and desperation, a primal urge to fight, to protect, to reclaim what had been stolen. “We have to save him!”
The vision intensified, the shadows closing in, Rowan’s cries of pain echoing in my mind, a torment that made my heart shatter, my wolf howl in anguish.
And then, I saw him.
Damien.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, his black robes swirling around him, his crimson eyes burning with a triumphant malice, his laughter, a cold, cruel sound, mocking Rowan’s pain, our love, our everything.
The vision faded, leaving behind a chilling emptiness, a despair so profound it threatened to consume me.
I stumbled back from the window, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body trembling, the memory of Rowan’s tortured cries, Damien’s mocking laughter, a nightmare I couldn’t escape.
“I have to save him,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice a broken plea, a desperate prayer, a love that defied even death itself.
“I have to… I have to…”
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, and I collapsed to the floor, my body convulsing, my vision blurring, the room spinning, the shadows closing in.
“Catrina?”
Isabelle’s voice, a distant echo, full of concern, reached me, but it was too late.
The darkness had already taken hold.
I coughed, a racking spasm that tore through my chest, my lungs burning, my throat constricting, a searing pain that made my vision blur, the colors of the room swirling, the shadows deepening.
And then, I tasted it. Blood.
A metallic tang filled my mouth, warm and coppery, a reminder of the sacrifices that had been made, the lives that had been lost, the darkness that was now consuming me.
I’m dying, Catrina.
My wolf’s voice, a mournful howl, echoed in my mind, a chilling confirmation of the fear that had been gnawing at me, the truth I’d been trying to deny.
Damien’s magic, a venomous poison, a dark residue from the ritual, from the spirit realm’s chilling embrace, had woven itself into my very being, twisting my love, corrupting my power, turning me into…
A vessel for his darkness.
I tried to fight it, to push back the shadows, to reclaim the light, the love, the hope that had sustained me, that had brought me this far.
But it was no use.
Damien’s magic was too strong, his hold on me too deep.
“No!” I roared, my voice a primal scream, a defiant challenge to the darkness that threatened to consume me, a desperate plea for the light, for the love, for the life I was fighting for.
“I won’t… I won’t let you… win!”
But even as I fought, even as I clawed at the darkness, even as I clung to the memory of Rowan’s love, his sacrifice, his belief in me, a chilling certainty settled over me.
It was too late.
Damien’s darkness was rising, consuming me, twisting me, turning me into… something else.
A monstrous figure, its eyes burning with a malevolent red light, its claws dripping with a viscous black ooze, its scent a mix of decay and magic and a twisted, corrupted love, emerged from the shadows, its laughter, a cold, cruel mockery of the hope I’d once held, the love I’d once known, echoing through the room.
“You’re mine now, Lyra,” Damien’s voice, a venomous whisper, hissed in my ear, a chilling reminder of the obsession that fueled his darkness, the destiny he’d been denied, the future he was determined to reclaim.
“And together… we will… destroy… everything.”
I closed my eyes, the darkness closing in, the last vestiges of my own will, my own identity, my own love, fading, replaced by a cold, empty nothingness, a chilling premonition of the chaos that was about to be unleashed, the world that was about to be consumed by Damien’s darkness.
“Goodbye, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a broken echo, a final farewell to the mate I’d lost, the love I’d sacrificed, the destiny we’d been denied.
“I’m… so… sorry.”
And as Damien’s laughter, a triumphant roar, echoed through the darkness, a new era of shadows and whispers, of twisted love and unimaginable power, began.
A blinding white light.
A searing pain.
And then nothingness.
I gasped, my lungs burning, my body convulsing, a wave of nausea washing over me.
I coughed, a racking spasm that tore through my chest, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth, a reminder of the darkness I’d faced, the battles I’d fought, the sacrifices I’d made.
Where am I? My wolf whimpered, her voice a weak echo in my mind, a mix of fear and confusion. What’s happening?
I opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light, the familiar scent of pine and new leather, a sterile, luxurious aroma, a reminder of…
The Magnus Hotel suite.
I was back.
But… how?
The memory of the spirit realm, of King Korvash, of the ritual, of the sacrifice, of Damien’s darkness consuming me, was a hazy, fragmented dream, a nightmare I couldn’t quite grasp.
Had it all been… an illusion? A trick of the mind?
But the lingering ache in my chest, the emptiness in my soul, the chilling certainty that something had… changed, that I was… different, was a reminder of the darkness I’d faced, the price I’d paid, the love I’d lost.
“Rowan.”
His name, a whisper on my lips, a longing in my heart, was a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the destiny I was fighting for, the love I was determined to reclaim.
I sat up, my body aching, my head pounding, my senses on high alert.
The air in the room crackled with a strange energy, a tingling sensation that made my fur stand on end, my wolf stirring, sensing the shift, the connection to the spirit realm, a power that was both familiar and… terrifying.
I found Isabelle in the hotel’s private dining room, the scent of fresh coffee and croissants a welcome distraction from the lingering metallic tang of blood, the shadowy whispers that still echoed in my mind.
She sat at a table by the window, sunlight streaming in, her amber eyes, now softened by love, by motherhood, by the life growing within her, a new generation, a hope for a future we were still building.
“Catrina,” she said, her voice a warm greeting, a mix of relief and a concern that made my heart ache. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. I was… worried. You… you looked… terrible last night.”
She hesitated, her gaze searching mine, her wolf’s instincts sensing the change in me, the power that now pulsed beneath my skin, the darkness I’d faced, the sacrifice I’d made.
“I… I felt it, Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a low rumble, her amber eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. “The… the magic. The… the power. It was… it was like… like something… ancient… had… awakened.”
“It’s okay, Isabelle,” I said softly, my voice a little hoarse, but my gaze steady, meeting hers, a shared understanding passing between us, a bond forged in the fires of loss and grief, a love that had endured.
“It’s… it’s under control. Now.”
“But… what… what happened, Catrina?” she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly, a protective gesture, a mother’s love shielding the life growing within, a future she was determined to protect. “What… what did you… do?”
I looked at her, at the life she carried, at the love that shone in her eyes, and I knew I couldn't tell her the truth.
Not yet.
“I… I faced my demons, Isabelle,” I said, my voice a quiet strength, a reminder of the trials I’d endured, the battles I’d fought, the sacrifices I’d made.
“And now… now I know… what I have to do.”
“What… what do you mean, Catrina?” she asked, her voice a tremor of uncertainty, her wolf’s instincts sensing the change in me, the power I now wielded, the darkness I’d embraced. “What… what are you… planning?”
“I’m going to bring him back, Isabelle,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, a love that defied even death itself shining in my amber eyes. “I’m going to bring Rowan… home.”
The air in the room crackled with energy, a tingling sensation that made my fur stand on end, my wolf stirring, sensing the shift, the connection to the spirit realm.
A vision, vivid and terrifying, filled my mind.
I saw Rowan, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache, his voice a whisper, a plea, a promise.
But he wasn’t in the beautiful moonlit garden I’d visited before, the place where we’d shared our first kiss, a memory that spanned lifetimes.
He was trapped in a dark, desolate wasteland, the ground scorched and barren, the air thick with the stench of decay and a chilling coldness that made my wolf whimper.
He was surrounded by shadowy figures, their eyes glowing red, their claws dripping with a viscous black ooze.
They were Damien’s shadow warriors, and they were… torturing him.
“No!” I screamed, my voice a raw, primal sound of anguish, my body convulsing, my hands instinctively reaching out to him, to protect him, to save him.
“Rowan!”
But my touch, my voice, couldn't reach him, couldn't penetrate the barrier that separated us, the darkness that held him captive.
“He needs us, Catrina!” My wolf roared, her voice a mix of fury and desperation, a primal urge to fight, to protect, to reclaim what had been stolen. “We have to save him!”
The vision intensified, the shadows closing in, Rowan’s cries of pain echoing in my mind, a torment that made my heart shatter, my wolf howl in anguish.
And then, I saw him.
Damien.
He stood at the edge of the clearing, his black robes swirling around him, his crimson eyes burning with a triumphant malice, his laughter, a cold, cruel sound, mocking Rowan’s pain, our love, our everything.
The vision faded, leaving behind a chilling emptiness, a despair so profound it threatened to consume me.
I stumbled back from the window, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body trembling, the memory of Rowan’s tortured cries, Damien’s mocking laughter, a nightmare I couldn’t escape.
“I have to save him,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice a broken plea, a desperate prayer, a love that defied even death itself.
“I have to… I have to…”
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me, and I collapsed to the floor, my body convulsing, my vision blurring, the room spinning, the shadows closing in.
“Catrina?”
Isabelle’s voice, a distant echo, full of concern, reached me, but it was too late.
The darkness had already taken hold.
I coughed, a racking spasm that tore through my chest, my lungs burning, my throat constricting, a searing pain that made my vision blur, the colors of the room swirling, the shadows deepening.
And then, I tasted it. Blood.
A metallic tang filled my mouth, warm and coppery, a reminder of the sacrifices that had been made, the lives that had been lost, the darkness that was now consuming me.
I’m dying, Catrina.
My wolf’s voice, a mournful howl, echoed in my mind, a chilling confirmation of the fear that had been gnawing at me, the truth I’d been trying to deny.
Damien’s magic, a venomous poison, a dark residue from the ritual, from the spirit realm’s chilling embrace, had woven itself into my very being, twisting my love, corrupting my power, turning me into…
A vessel for his darkness.
I tried to fight it, to push back the shadows, to reclaim the light, the love, the hope that had sustained me, that had brought me this far.
But it was no use.
Damien’s magic was too strong, his hold on me too deep.
“No!” I roared, my voice a primal scream, a defiant challenge to the darkness that threatened to consume me, a desperate plea for the light, for the love, for the life I was fighting for.
“I won’t… I won’t let you… win!”
But even as I fought, even as I clawed at the darkness, even as I clung to the memory of Rowan’s love, his sacrifice, his belief in me, a chilling certainty settled over me.
It was too late.
Damien’s darkness was rising, consuming me, twisting me, turning me into… something else.
A monstrous figure, its eyes burning with a malevolent red light, its claws dripping with a viscous black ooze, its scent a mix of decay and magic and a twisted, corrupted love, emerged from the shadows, its laughter, a cold, cruel mockery of the hope I’d once held, the love I’d once known, echoing through the room.
“You’re mine now, Lyra,” Damien’s voice, a venomous whisper, hissed in my ear, a chilling reminder of the obsession that fueled his darkness, the destiny he’d been denied, the future he was determined to reclaim.
“And together… we will… destroy… everything.”
I closed my eyes, the darkness closing in, the last vestiges of my own will, my own identity, my own love, fading, replaced by a cold, empty nothingness, a chilling premonition of the chaos that was about to be unleashed, the world that was about to be consumed by Damien’s darkness.
“Goodbye, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a broken echo, a final farewell to the mate I’d lost, the love I’d sacrificed, the destiny we’d been denied.
“I’m… so… sorry.”
And as Damien’s laughter, a triumphant roar, echoed through the darkness, a new era of shadows and whispers, of twisted love and unimaginable power, began.
A blinding white light.
A searing pain.
And then nothingness.
I gasped, my lungs burning, my body convulsing, a wave of nausea washing over me.
I coughed, a racking spasm that tore through my chest, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth, a reminder of the darkness I’d faced, the battles I’d fought, the sacrifices I’d made.
Where am I? My wolf whimpered, her voice a weak echo in my mind, a mix of fear and confusion. What’s happening?
I opened my eyes, blinking against the dim light, the familiar scent of pine and new leather, a sterile, luxurious aroma, a reminder of…
The Magnus Hotel suite.
I was back.
But… how?
The memory of the spirit realm, of King Korvash, of the ritual, of the sacrifice, of Damien’s darkness consuming me, was a hazy, fragmented dream, a nightmare I couldn’t quite grasp.
Had it all been… an illusion? A trick of the mind?
But the lingering ache in my chest, the emptiness in my soul, the chilling certainty that something had… changed, that I was… different, was a reminder of the darkness I’d faced, the price I’d paid, the love I’d lost.
“Rowan.”
His name, a whisper on my lips, a longing in my heart, was a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of the destiny I was fighting for, the love I was determined to reclaim.
I sat up, my body aching, my head pounding, my senses on high alert.
The air in the room crackled with a strange energy, a tingling sensation that made my fur stand on end, my wolf stirring, sensing the shift, the connection to the spirit realm, a power that was both familiar and… terrifying.
I found Isabelle in the hotel’s private dining room, the scent of fresh coffee and croissants a welcome distraction from the lingering metallic tang of blood, the shadowy whispers that still echoed in my mind.
She sat at a table by the window, sunlight streaming in, her amber eyes, now softened by love, by motherhood, by the life growing within her, a new generation, a hope for a future we were still building.
“Catrina,” she said, her voice a warm greeting, a mix of relief and a concern that made my heart ache. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better. I was… worried. You… you looked… terrible last night.”
She hesitated, her gaze searching mine, her wolf’s instincts sensing the change in me, the power that now pulsed beneath my skin, the darkness I’d faced, the sacrifice I’d made.
“I… I felt it, Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a low rumble, her amber eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. “The… the magic. The… the power. It was… it was like… like something… ancient… had… awakened.”
“It’s okay, Isabelle,” I said softly, my voice a little hoarse, but my gaze steady, meeting hers, a shared understanding passing between us, a bond forged in the fires of loss and grief, a love that had endured.
“It’s… it’s under control. Now.”
“But… what… what happened, Catrina?” she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly, a protective gesture, a mother’s love shielding the life growing within, a future she was determined to protect. “What… what did you… do?”
I looked at her, at the life she carried, at the love that shone in her eyes, and I knew I couldn't tell her the truth.
Not yet.
“I… I faced my demons, Isabelle,” I said, my voice a quiet strength, a reminder of the trials I’d endured, the battles I’d fought, the sacrifices I’d made.
“And now… now I know… what I have to do.”
“What… what do you mean, Catrina?” she asked, her voice a tremor of uncertainty, her wolf’s instincts sensing the change in me, the power I now wielded, the darkness I’d embraced. “What… what are you… planning?”
“I’m going to bring him back, Isabelle,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, a love that defied even death itself shining in my amber eyes. “I’m going to bring Rowan… home.”
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