The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 290: Chapter 290
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Catrina POV:
The forest was a sanctuary, a haven, a place where I could escape the whispers, the shadows, the memories that haunted me, the love I’d lost, the destiny I was fighting to reclaim.
I ran, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her paws barely touching the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my senses, a grounding presence, a reminder of the world I was fighting for.
It had been a week since I’d faced King Korvash’s trials, a week since I’d made the sacrifice, broken the bond with Rowan, extinguished the beacon that had drawn Damien’s darkness, a week since I’d become the Silver Wolf, the guardian of the balance, the protector of the spirit realm.
But the ritual had taken its toll.
My body ached, my muscles screamed in protest, my soul felt… empty, hollowed out by the sacrifice I’d made, the love I’d given up.
But even as I ran, even as I tried to outrun the memories, the grief, the guilt, another voice, a softer voice, a whisper of hope, a flicker of Lyra’s magic, echoed in my mind, refusing to be silenced.
He’s not gone, Catrina. Not completely. His love… it’s still here. Within you. In the spirit realm. In… our destiny.
I stopped, my chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the forest silent around me, the trees towering over me like ancient guardians, their branches intertwined, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, a whisper of secrets, a promise of… something.
I looked up at the sky, the moon a silver sliver in the velvet darkness, the stars a million diamonds scattered across the heavens, a reminder of the vastness of the universe, the infinite possibilities, the hope that still flickered, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs, a grounding presence, a reminder of the world I was fighting for, the love I was determined to reclaim.
Show me, Rowan. Show me the way.
A vision, hazy and fragmented, filled my mind. I saw Rowan, his silver fur gleaming, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache.
But he wasn’t alone.
He stood beside Vivian, her spectral form shimmering in the moonlight, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s wisdom, her gaze fixed on a figure that was… familiar.
Derek.
But he was different. His fur was matted, his amber eyes vacant, empty, his scent, a mix of pine and leather, now tainted with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet odor of the larva.
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… protecting him.
“No,” I whispered, my voice a tremor of fear, my wolf whimpering, her claws digging into the earth, a primal instinct to protect, to defend, to save the wolf who’d been my friend, my protector, my brother, a love that had been twisted, corrupted, stolen.
“Derek…”
Vivian reached out, her spectral hand hovering over Derek’s head, her gaze intense, as if searching his soul, trying to reach him, to break through the darkness that held him captive.
But Damien’s magic, a dark, insidious presence, pulsed around Derek, a shield against Vivian’s love, her light, her power.
“He’s too far gone, Catrina,” Rowan’s voice, a soft rumble, filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, echoed in my mind. “Damien’s… he’s… he’s taken control. He’s… he’s using him… as a weapon. Against us. Against… the world.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the darkness that was closing in, made my heart ache, my wolf snarl, her silver fur bristling, ready to fight, to protect, to avenge.
“We have to stop him, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a fierce determination, a love that defied everything. “We have to… save Derek. Before… before it’s… too late.”
But even as I spoke the words, a certainty, a cold dread, settled in my gut, a whisper of a fear I’d been trying to ignore, a truth I couldn’t escape.
We’re running out of time, Catrina.
Damien’s darkness was spreading, his power growing, his influence corrupting not just the spirit realm, but our world as well.
And if we didn’t find a way to stop him… soon… we would lose… everything.
The vision faded, leaving behind a emptiness, a despair so profound it threatened to consume me.
But then, I heard it.
A howl.
A long, mournful sound that echoed through the forest, a mix of grief and rage, of loss and a fierce determination, a call to arms that made my wolf’s fur stand on end, her amber eyes blaze with a newfound strength, a primal urge to answer, to join the fight, to reclaim the destiny that awaited us.
It was Isabelle.
And she was calling… the pack.
I raced towards the sound, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her paws barely touching the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the scent of pine and damp earth, mingled with the sharp tang of blood and the ominous musk of werewolves, filling my senses, a symphony of chaos and fear, a call to arms I couldn't ignore.
The moon, a silver disc in the velvet sky, cast long, eerie shadows, the trees twisting and writhing like tortured souls, their branches reaching out like skeletal claws, a macabre dance orchestrated by the darkness that was spreading, the evil that was rising.
Damien.
His name, a curse on my lips, a chilling reminder of the sorcerer’s power, the threat he posed, the love he’d twisted, the destiny he’d denied, fueled my wolf’s fury, her primal instincts screaming for vengeance, for protection, for the mate we’d lost, the pack we were fighting for, the world we were determined to save.
I burst through the trees, the Magnus Packhouse looming before me, its amber windows glowing like the eyes of a predator, the scent of pine and leather, usually a comforting reminder of home, of family, now tainted with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet odor of the larva, a premonition of the darkness that had taken root within its walls, the evil that was consuming it from the inside out.
Werewolves, their fur gleaming under the moonlight, their eyes blazing with a mix of fury and fear, their scents a chaotic blend of pack loyalty and primal terror, clashed in the courtyard, a whirlwind of fur and fangs, claws and snarls, a desperate battle against a darkness they couldn't comprehend, a power they couldn't control.
And in the center of the chaos, her silver fur shining, her amber eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness, her lavender scent a beacon of strength and love.
Isabelle stood, her swollen belly a stark reminder of the life she carried, the future she was fighting for, her Alpha’s command ringing out, a desperate plea, a call to arms.
“Fight for your pack! Fight for your families! Fight… for your lives!”
I joined the fray, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her claws extended, her fangs bared, her power, Lyra’s ancient magic, the Silver Wolf’s essence, surging through me, a force that made the very air crackle, the ground tremble, the shadows retreat.
I tore through the ranks of shadow warriors, their red eyes glowing, their claws dripping with a viscous black ooze, their scent a mix of decay and Damien’s dark magic, a reminder of the spirit realm’s embrace, the trials I’d faced, the sacrifices I’d made.
But these weren’t the mindless puppets I’d encountered before, the empty vessels controlled by Damien’s will.
These shadow warriors were… different. Stronger. More vicious. Their movements were fluid, their attacks precise, their eyes burning with a cold intelligence, a awareness, that made my wolf snarl, a primal fear echoing in my mind.
They’re not just puppets anymore, Catrina. They’re… something more.
I dodged a shadow warrior’s claws, its red eyes glinting with malice, and countered with a swift kick, my silver claws raking across its chest, drawing a hiss of pain, a sound that was quickly swallowed by the snarls and growls of the other wolves, the clash of magic and primal fury.
But the wound, a deep gash that would have felled a normal werewolf, didn't seem to faze the shadow warrior. It lunged again, its claws sharper, its movements faster, its eyes burning with a terrifying hunger.
He’s not… he’s not feeling pain, Catrina. My wolf whimpered, her voice a mix of fear and disbelief. He’s… he’s like… a machine.
And as I looked around the chaotic courtyard, at the other shadow warriors, their movements mirroring the first one’s, their wounds closing, their strength unwavering, a realization dawned on me.
Damien’s magic… it had evolved. He’d found a new way to… to power his shadow warriors. To make them… stronger. More… resilient. More… deadly.
He’s using the larva, Catrina. He’s… he’s drawing power… from Derek.
My wolf’s words, a horrifying truth, a reminder of the darkness that had taken root within the Magnus Alpha, the love that had been twisted, the destiny that had been denied, sent a shiver down my spine, a cold dread settling in my gut.
We have to stop him, Catrina. We have to… save Derek.
But how? How could we fight a darkness that was fueled by a love so twisted, so corrupted, so… powerful?
I looked towards Isabelle, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, her Alpha’s command ringing out, a desperate plea, a call to arms.
But even as she fought, even as she led the pack, I could see the strain on her face, the exhaustion in her eyes, the toll that her pregnancy, the life growing within her, the darkness that surrounded us, was taking on her.
She needs our help, Catrina. My wolf growled, her voice a fierce determination. We have to protect her. Protect… the pup.
But even as I lunged forward, ready to join Isabelle, to fight by her side, to defend the pack, the family we’d found, a new wave of shadow warriors, their red eyes burning, their claws dripping with the larva’s black ooze, surged into the courtyard, their numbers overwhelming, their power undeniable.
They’re… they’re too many, Catrina.
My wolf whimpered, her voice filled with a primal fear, her claws digging into the earth, wanting to flee, to hide, to escape the inevitable.
We can’t… we can’t win…
And as the darkness closed in, as the shadows deepened, as the scent of blood and magic and primal terror filled the air, a premonition, a whisper of a prophecy, a fear that I’d been trying to deny, echoed in my mind.
This is it, Catrina. It’s… the end.
The forest was a sanctuary, a haven, a place where I could escape the whispers, the shadows, the memories that haunted me, the love I’d lost, the destiny I was fighting to reclaim.
I ran, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her paws barely touching the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my senses, a grounding presence, a reminder of the world I was fighting for.
It had been a week since I’d faced King Korvash’s trials, a week since I’d made the sacrifice, broken the bond with Rowan, extinguished the beacon that had drawn Damien’s darkness, a week since I’d become the Silver Wolf, the guardian of the balance, the protector of the spirit realm.
But the ritual had taken its toll.
My body ached, my muscles screamed in protest, my soul felt… empty, hollowed out by the sacrifice I’d made, the love I’d given up.
But even as I ran, even as I tried to outrun the memories, the grief, the guilt, another voice, a softer voice, a whisper of hope, a flicker of Lyra’s magic, echoed in my mind, refusing to be silenced.
He’s not gone, Catrina. Not completely. His love… it’s still here. Within you. In the spirit realm. In… our destiny.
I stopped, my chest heaving, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the forest silent around me, the trees towering over me like ancient guardians, their branches intertwined, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, a whisper of secrets, a promise of… something.
I looked up at the sky, the moon a silver sliver in the velvet darkness, the stars a million diamonds scattered across the heavens, a reminder of the vastness of the universe, the infinite possibilities, the hope that still flickered, even in the face of overwhelming odds.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, the scent of pine and damp earth filling my lungs, a grounding presence, a reminder of the world I was fighting for, the love I was determined to reclaim.
Show me, Rowan. Show me the way.
A vision, hazy and fragmented, filled my mind. I saw Rowan, his silver fur gleaming, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache.
But he wasn’t alone.
He stood beside Vivian, her spectral form shimmering in the moonlight, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s wisdom, her gaze fixed on a figure that was… familiar.
Derek.
But he was different. His fur was matted, his amber eyes vacant, empty, his scent, a mix of pine and leather, now tainted with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet odor of the larva.
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… protecting him.
“No,” I whispered, my voice a tremor of fear, my wolf whimpering, her claws digging into the earth, a primal instinct to protect, to defend, to save the wolf who’d been my friend, my protector, my brother, a love that had been twisted, corrupted, stolen.
“Derek…”
Vivian reached out, her spectral hand hovering over Derek’s head, her gaze intense, as if searching his soul, trying to reach him, to break through the darkness that held him captive.
But Damien’s magic, a dark, insidious presence, pulsed around Derek, a shield against Vivian’s love, her light, her power.
“He’s too far gone, Catrina,” Rowan’s voice, a soft rumble, filled with a sadness that mirrored my own, echoed in my mind. “Damien’s… he’s… he’s taken control. He’s… he’s using him… as a weapon. Against us. Against… the world.”
His words, a confirmation of my worst fears, the truth I’d been trying to deny, the darkness that was closing in, made my heart ache, my wolf snarl, her silver fur bristling, ready to fight, to protect, to avenge.
“We have to stop him, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice a fierce determination, a love that defied everything. “We have to… save Derek. Before… before it’s… too late.”
But even as I spoke the words, a certainty, a cold dread, settled in my gut, a whisper of a fear I’d been trying to ignore, a truth I couldn’t escape.
We’re running out of time, Catrina.
Damien’s darkness was spreading, his power growing, his influence corrupting not just the spirit realm, but our world as well.
And if we didn’t find a way to stop him… soon… we would lose… everything.
The vision faded, leaving behind a emptiness, a despair so profound it threatened to consume me.
But then, I heard it.
A howl.
A long, mournful sound that echoed through the forest, a mix of grief and rage, of loss and a fierce determination, a call to arms that made my wolf’s fur stand on end, her amber eyes blaze with a newfound strength, a primal urge to answer, to join the fight, to reclaim the destiny that awaited us.
It was Isabelle.
And she was calling… the pack.
I raced towards the sound, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her paws barely touching the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the scent of pine and damp earth, mingled with the sharp tang of blood and the ominous musk of werewolves, filling my senses, a symphony of chaos and fear, a call to arms I couldn't ignore.
The moon, a silver disc in the velvet sky, cast long, eerie shadows, the trees twisting and writhing like tortured souls, their branches reaching out like skeletal claws, a macabre dance orchestrated by the darkness that was spreading, the evil that was rising.
Damien.
His name, a curse on my lips, a chilling reminder of the sorcerer’s power, the threat he posed, the love he’d twisted, the destiny he’d denied, fueled my wolf’s fury, her primal instincts screaming for vengeance, for protection, for the mate we’d lost, the pack we were fighting for, the world we were determined to save.
I burst through the trees, the Magnus Packhouse looming before me, its amber windows glowing like the eyes of a predator, the scent of pine and leather, usually a comforting reminder of home, of family, now tainted with the metallic tang of blood and the sickly sweet odor of the larva, a premonition of the darkness that had taken root within its walls, the evil that was consuming it from the inside out.
Werewolves, their fur gleaming under the moonlight, their eyes blazing with a mix of fury and fear, their scents a chaotic blend of pack loyalty and primal terror, clashed in the courtyard, a whirlwind of fur and fangs, claws and snarls, a desperate battle against a darkness they couldn't comprehend, a power they couldn't control.
And in the center of the chaos, her silver fur shining, her amber eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness, her lavender scent a beacon of strength and love.
Isabelle stood, her swollen belly a stark reminder of the life she carried, the future she was fighting for, her Alpha’s command ringing out, a desperate plea, a call to arms.
“Fight for your pack! Fight for your families! Fight… for your lives!”
I joined the fray, my wolf a blur of silver and white, her claws extended, her fangs bared, her power, Lyra’s ancient magic, the Silver Wolf’s essence, surging through me, a force that made the very air crackle, the ground tremble, the shadows retreat.
I tore through the ranks of shadow warriors, their red eyes glowing, their claws dripping with a viscous black ooze, their scent a mix of decay and Damien’s dark magic, a reminder of the spirit realm’s embrace, the trials I’d faced, the sacrifices I’d made.
But these weren’t the mindless puppets I’d encountered before, the empty vessels controlled by Damien’s will.
These shadow warriors were… different. Stronger. More vicious. Their movements were fluid, their attacks precise, their eyes burning with a cold intelligence, a awareness, that made my wolf snarl, a primal fear echoing in my mind.
They’re not just puppets anymore, Catrina. They’re… something more.
I dodged a shadow warrior’s claws, its red eyes glinting with malice, and countered with a swift kick, my silver claws raking across its chest, drawing a hiss of pain, a sound that was quickly swallowed by the snarls and growls of the other wolves, the clash of magic and primal fury.
But the wound, a deep gash that would have felled a normal werewolf, didn't seem to faze the shadow warrior. It lunged again, its claws sharper, its movements faster, its eyes burning with a terrifying hunger.
He’s not… he’s not feeling pain, Catrina. My wolf whimpered, her voice a mix of fear and disbelief. He’s… he’s like… a machine.
And as I looked around the chaotic courtyard, at the other shadow warriors, their movements mirroring the first one’s, their wounds closing, their strength unwavering, a realization dawned on me.
Damien’s magic… it had evolved. He’d found a new way to… to power his shadow warriors. To make them… stronger. More… resilient. More… deadly.
He’s using the larva, Catrina. He’s… he’s drawing power… from Derek.
My wolf’s words, a horrifying truth, a reminder of the darkness that had taken root within the Magnus Alpha, the love that had been twisted, the destiny that had been denied, sent a shiver down my spine, a cold dread settling in my gut.
We have to stop him, Catrina. We have to… save Derek.
But how? How could we fight a darkness that was fueled by a love so twisted, so corrupted, so… powerful?
I looked towards Isabelle, her silver fur gleaming, her amber eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, her Alpha’s command ringing out, a desperate plea, a call to arms.
But even as she fought, even as she led the pack, I could see the strain on her face, the exhaustion in her eyes, the toll that her pregnancy, the life growing within her, the darkness that surrounded us, was taking on her.
She needs our help, Catrina. My wolf growled, her voice a fierce determination. We have to protect her. Protect… the pup.
But even as I lunged forward, ready to join Isabelle, to fight by her side, to defend the pack, the family we’d found, a new wave of shadow warriors, their red eyes burning, their claws dripping with the larva’s black ooze, surged into the courtyard, their numbers overwhelming, their power undeniable.
They’re… they’re too many, Catrina.
My wolf whimpered, her voice filled with a primal fear, her claws digging into the earth, wanting to flee, to hide, to escape the inevitable.
We can’t… we can’t win…
And as the darkness closed in, as the shadows deepened, as the scent of blood and magic and primal terror filled the air, a premonition, a whisper of a prophecy, a fear that I’d been trying to deny, echoed in my mind.
This is it, Catrina. It’s… the end.
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