The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 285: Chapter 285
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Catrina POV:
“Rowan?”
My voice, a shaky whisper, a breath of disbelief and a longing so profound it ached, echoed in the silent darkness.
I reached out, my hand trembling, my touch a phantom sensation, a ghostly caress that met only emptiness, a reminder of his absence, the sacrifice he'd made, the life he'd given up for me.
He was gone.
Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s darkness, a bond that had been broken, but not severed, a love that defied even death itself.
But…
“Catrina?”
His voice, a warm whisper, a familiar melody, a beacon in the darkness, made my heart leap, a surge of hope so powerful it stole my breath.
I turned, my gaze searching the shadows, my wolf stirring, a primal instinct, a recognition of a scent, a presence, a love that she couldn’t deny.
And then, I saw him.
He stood there, bathed in an ethereal moonlight, his silver fur gleaming, his amber eyes burning with a love that mirrored my own, a longing that spanned lifetimes, a destiny that couldn’t be denied.
But he wasn’t solid, not really. His form shimmered, translucent, a ghostly echo of the Alpha he once was, the mate I’d lost, the love I was fighting to reclaim.
“Rowan,” I whispered again, my voice a mix of joy and disbelief, my heart pounding against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the whispers of the spirit realm, the secrets of the ancient ones.
“But… how? You’re… you’re…”
My words trailed off, unable to comprehend, to accept, the reality of his presence, the spectral form that stood before me, a ghost of the love we’d shared, a memory that had been stolen, a future we’d been denied.
“I… I don’t know, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze meeting mine, his amber eyes filled with a confusion that mirrored my own, a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I… I just… I heard you… calling me. And… and I… I had to… come.”
He stepped closer, his spectral form flickering, his touch a phantom warmth, a ghostly caress that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the bond we shared, a love that even death couldn’t break.
“I… I don’t understand, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears welling up in my eyes, a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair. “I… I thought you were… gone. I… I saw you… die.”
“I… I did die, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft whisper, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief, a mutual understanding of the sacrifice he’d made, the love he’d given up.
“Damien’s magic… it… it took me. It… it tethered my soul… to the spirit realm. I’m… I’m trapped here, Catrina. A… a ghost. A… a memory.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the loss I’d been trying to outrun, made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a mournful lament for a love that had been stolen, a destiny that had been denied.
“But… but you’re here, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my hand reaching out to him again, my touch still meeting only emptiness, a ghostly echo of the warmth, the strength, the love I craved.
“You’re… you’re here… with me.”
“I… I don’t know how, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze searching mine, a desperate plea for understanding, a shared confusion, a bond that defied even death itself.
“I… I just… I heard you calling… and I… I couldn’t… resist.”
He paused, his spectral form flickering, his amber eyes filled with a longing that made my heart ache, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“I… I missed you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we’d almost had, the promise we’d made to each other.
“I… I never stopped… loving you.”
And as he stepped closer, his spectral form enveloping mine, his touch a phantom warmth, a ghostly embrace that sent shivers down my spine, I knew, that he was real.
That our love wasn’t just a memory, a dream, a ghost of what might have been.
It was a bond that defied even death, a destiny that was waiting to be reclaimed, a future we were fighting to create.
“I missed you too, Rowan,” I whispered back, my voice a shaky breath, my tears finally falling, a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair, a love that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“I… I never stopped… loving you… either.”
And as we clung to each other, our spectral forms merging, our scents mingling in a symphony of lavender and pine, a reminder of the bond we shared, the love that had endured, the destiny we were fighting for, the spirit realm shimmered around us, the whispers growing louder, a chorus of ancient voices, a prophecy of a darkness that was coming, a battle that was about to begin.
“We have to stop him, Catrina.”
Rowan’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of urgency and a grim determination, pulled me back from the bittersweet embrace of our reunion, the phantom warmth of his touch, the intoxicating scent of his wolf, a reminder of the love we’d almost lost, the future we were fighting for.
“Damien… he’s… he’s not gone. Not really. He’s… he’s still out there. And he’s… he’s stronger than ever.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the darkness that still lingered, made my wolf snarl, her silver fur bristling, her senses on high alert, ready to fight, to protect, to avenge.
“I know, Rowan,” I said, my voice a quiet strength, a reminder of the power I now carried within me, Lyra’s magic, the Silver Wolf’s essence, a force that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
“I… I felt his presence… in the workshop. It was… faint, but… it was there. Watching… waiting…”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, our eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between us, a shared understanding of the danger we faced, the battle that was about to begin.
“He’s not going to stop, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a certainty, a prophecy of the darkness that loomed, the destiny we couldn’t escape.
“He’s… he’s going to keep coming after us. After… me. Until… until he has… what he wants.”
“He’ll never have you, Catrina,” Rowan growled, his voice a low rumble, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a love that defied everything.
“I… I won’t let him. I’ll… I’ll protect you. Always.”
“Rowan?”
My voice, a shaky whisper, a breath of disbelief and a longing so profound it ached, echoed in the silent darkness.
I reached out, my hand trembling, my touch a phantom sensation, a ghostly caress that met only emptiness, a reminder of his absence, the sacrifice he'd made, the life he'd given up for me.
He was gone.
Lost in the spirit realm, his soul tethered to Damien’s darkness, a bond that had been broken, but not severed, a love that defied even death itself.
But…
“Catrina?”
His voice, a warm whisper, a familiar melody, a beacon in the darkness, made my heart leap, a surge of hope so powerful it stole my breath.
I turned, my gaze searching the shadows, my wolf stirring, a primal instinct, a recognition of a scent, a presence, a love that she couldn’t deny.
And then, I saw him.
He stood there, bathed in an ethereal moonlight, his silver fur gleaming, his amber eyes burning with a love that mirrored my own, a longing that spanned lifetimes, a destiny that couldn’t be denied.
But he wasn’t solid, not really. His form shimmered, translucent, a ghostly echo of the Alpha he once was, the mate I’d lost, the love I was fighting to reclaim.
“Rowan,” I whispered again, my voice a mix of joy and disbelief, my heart pounding against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the whispers of the spirit realm, the secrets of the ancient ones.
“But… how? You’re… you’re…”
My words trailed off, unable to comprehend, to accept, the reality of his presence, the spectral form that stood before me, a ghost of the love we’d shared, a memory that had been stolen, a future we’d been denied.
“I… I don’t know, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze meeting mine, his amber eyes filled with a confusion that mirrored my own, a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I… I just… I heard you… calling me. And… and I… I had to… come.”
He stepped closer, his spectral form flickering, his touch a phantom warmth, a ghostly caress that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of the bond we shared, a love that even death couldn’t break.
“I… I don’t understand, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice trembling, tears welling up in my eyes, a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair. “I… I thought you were… gone. I… I saw you… die.”
“I… I did die, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft whisper, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, a shared grief, a mutual understanding of the sacrifice he’d made, the love he’d given up.
“Damien’s magic… it… it took me. It… it tethered my soul… to the spirit realm. I’m… I’m trapped here, Catrina. A… a ghost. A… a memory.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the loss I’d been trying to outrun, made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a mournful lament for a love that had been stolen, a destiny that had been denied.
“But… but you’re here, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my hand reaching out to him again, my touch still meeting only emptiness, a ghostly echo of the warmth, the strength, the love I craved.
“You’re… you’re here… with me.”
“I… I don’t know how, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze searching mine, a desperate plea for understanding, a shared confusion, a bond that defied even death itself.
“I… I just… I heard you calling… and I… I couldn’t… resist.”
He paused, his spectral form flickering, his amber eyes filled with a longing that made my heart ache, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“I… I missed you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we’d almost had, the promise we’d made to each other.
“I… I never stopped… loving you.”
And as he stepped closer, his spectral form enveloping mine, his touch a phantom warmth, a ghostly embrace that sent shivers down my spine, I knew, that he was real.
That our love wasn’t just a memory, a dream, a ghost of what might have been.
It was a bond that defied even death, a destiny that was waiting to be reclaimed, a future we were fighting to create.
“I missed you too, Rowan,” I whispered back, my voice a shaky breath, my tears finally falling, a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair, a love that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“I… I never stopped… loving you… either.”
And as we clung to each other, our spectral forms merging, our scents mingling in a symphony of lavender and pine, a reminder of the bond we shared, the love that had endured, the destiny we were fighting for, the spirit realm shimmered around us, the whispers growing louder, a chorus of ancient voices, a prophecy of a darkness that was coming, a battle that was about to begin.
“We have to stop him, Catrina.”
Rowan’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of urgency and a grim determination, pulled me back from the bittersweet embrace of our reunion, the phantom warmth of his touch, the intoxicating scent of his wolf, a reminder of the love we’d almost lost, the future we were fighting for.
“Damien… he’s… he’s not gone. Not really. He’s… he’s still out there. And he’s… he’s stronger than ever.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the darkness that still lingered, made my wolf snarl, her silver fur bristling, her senses on high alert, ready to fight, to protect, to avenge.
“I know, Rowan,” I said, my voice a quiet strength, a reminder of the power I now carried within me, Lyra’s magic, the Silver Wolf’s essence, a force that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
“I… I felt his presence… in the workshop. It was… faint, but… it was there. Watching… waiting…”
I paused, my gaze meeting his, our eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between us, a shared understanding of the danger we faced, the battle that was about to begin.
“He’s not going to stop, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a certainty, a prophecy of the darkness that loomed, the destiny we couldn’t escape.
“He’s… he’s going to keep coming after us. After… me. Until… until he has… what he wants.”
“He’ll never have you, Catrina,” Rowan growled, his voice a low rumble, his amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a love that defied everything.
“I… I won’t let him. I’ll… I’ll protect you. Always.”
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