The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 287: Chapter 287

Catrina POV:
Rowan’s voice, a hesitant whisper, a mix of hope and a fear he couldn’t hide, echoed in the vast emptiness of the spirit realm
We’d been searching for her for what felt like an eternity, our spectral forms drifting through the swirling mists, the twisted trees, the shadowy landscapes, the air thick with the stench of decay and the presence of Damien’s magic, a darkness that lingered, a threat that loomed.
But there was no sign of her.
No trace of her lavender and vanilla scent, no flicker of her gentle amber eyes, no echo of her loving voice, the warmth, the strength, the guidance, that we so desperately craved.
“Where are you, Mother?” Rowan whispered again, his voice a broken plea, his spectral form trembling, his amber eyes filled with a longing that mirrored my own, a grief that had become our constant companion.
“We… we need you.”
And then, we heard it.
A song.
A melody, faint but familiar, a bittersweet lullaby that echoed through the spirit realm’s emptiness, a reminder of a love that had been lost, a bond that had been broken, a destiny that had been denied.
It was Vivian’s song.
We followed the sound, our spectral forms gliding through the mist, our hearts pounding with a mix of hope and fear, the melody growing stronger, clearer, guiding us towards a light in the darkness, a beacon that promised… something.
We emerged into a clearing, bathed in an ethereal moonlight. In the center stood a willow tree, its branches weeping, its leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, a sanctuary of peace, a haven in the midst of the spirit realm’s chaos.
And beneath the willow tree, her spectral form shimmering in the moonlight, her long, silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her amber eyes closed, lost in the melody she was weaving, sat… Vivian.
“Mother,” Rowan whispered again, his voice a soft caress, his spectral form moving towards her, his amber eyes filled with a love that defied death itself, a longing that transcended the boundaries of worlds.
She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his, her amber eyes mirroring his love, his grief, his hope. And a smile, a gentle, loving smile, touched her lips, a warmth that radiated through the spirit realm’s coldness, a reminder of the bond they shared, the love that had endured, the destiny they were fighting to reclaim.
“Rowan,” she whispered, her voice a gentle melody, a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s welcome, “My… my precious son.”
And as he knelt before her, his spectral form merging with hers, their scents mingling in a symphony of lavender and pine and a love that defied everything.
“Mother,” Rowan said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze meeting hers, his amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“I… I need your help.”
Vivian looked at him, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s protectiveness, her gaze searching his, seeing the pain he carried, the grief that haunted him, the darkness he was fighting.
“I know, my son,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur, a comforting presence in the midst of the spirit realm’s chaos. “I’ve… I’ve been watching over you. Over… both of you.”
Her gaze flickered towards me, a warm smile touching her lips, a recognition of the bond we shared, the love that had defied everything, the destiny we were fighting to reclaim.
“Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a soft caress, “It’s… it’s so good to… see you again.”
“Vivian,” I said, my voice a shaky whisper, my spectral form moving closer, my amber eyes filled with a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair.
“I… I’m so glad… you’re here.”
“We… we need your help, Vivian,” Rowan said, his voice a quiet desperation, his gaze pleading with hers, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“Damien… he’s… he’s back. And he’s… he’s stronger than ever. He’s… he’s using Derek… he’s…”
His words trailed off, choked by the memory of his brother’s vacant eyes.
“I know, Rowan,” Vivian said, her voice a low growl, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a mother’s fury, a she-wolf’s rage. “I’ve… I’ve seen what he’s done. To you. To Derek. To… our world.”
She paused, her gaze meeting mine, her words a confirmation of our worst fears, the truth we’d been trying to deny.
“He’s not gone, Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a certainty, a prophecy of the battle that awaited us, the destiny we couldn’t escape.
“Damien… he’s… he’s still out there. And he’s… he’s waiting for us. Waiting… for his chance… to… to reclaim… what he believes… belongs to him.”
Her words, a reminder of Damien’s obsession, his twisted love, his hunger for power, made my wolf snarl, her silver fur bristling, her senses on high alert, ready to fight, to protect, to avenge.
“He’ll never have me, Vivian,” I growled, my voice echoing Lyra’s strength, Catrina’s determination, a love that defied everything.
“I… I won’t let him. I’ll… I’ll fight him. Until… until my last breath.”
“I know you will, Catrina,” Vivian said, her voice a soft rumble, her gaze holding mine, a warmth, a strength, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“But you… you can’t do this alone, Catrina. You… you need help. We all… need help.”
She looked at Rowan, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s wisdom, her gaze searching his, seeing the pain he carried, the grief that haunted him, the darkness he was fighting.
“You… you made a sacrifice, Rowan,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur, a reminder of the love he’d given up, the destiny he’d tried to rewrite.
“You… you tried to protect her. To… to save her… from this… this darkness. But… in doing so… you… you made her… vulnerable. You… you gave Damien… the very thing… he needed… to… to become… stronger. To… to reclaim… his power.”
Her words, a harsh truth, a reminder of the choices he’d made, the consequences he now faced, made his spectral form tremble, his amber eyes filling with tears, a grief that echoed my own, a shared burden, a destiny intertwined.
“I… I didn’t… I didn’t know, Mother,” he whispered, his voice broken, his heart shattered.
“I… I just… I wanted to… protect her. I… I didn’t want her to… to be a part of this… this darkness. I… I wanted her to… to have a… a normal life.”
“There is no ‘normal’ life, Rowan,” Vivian said, her voice a soft rumble, her gaze holding his, her words a gentle reprimand, a reminder of the truth he’d been trying to deny, the destiny he couldn’t escape.
“Not for us. Not for… werewolves. Not for… those who… who carry the… the blood of the… the ancient ones.”
She paused, her gaze meeting mine, her words a prophecy, a warning, a challenge.
“Catrina… she’s… she’s not just… an omega, Rowan. She’s… she’s… Lyra. And… and Lyra… she has a… a destiny. A… a purpose. A… a power… that… that even Damien… can’t control.”