The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 293: Chapter 293

Catrina POV:
"Where am I?"
My voice, a whisper lost in the echoing vastness, a disembodied sound in a world without form or substance, a question without an answer, a plea for a reality I could no longer grasp.
I floated in a sea of swirling mist, the colors shifting, changing, merging, a kaleidoscope of impossible hues, a symphony of light and shadow, a dance between existence and oblivion.
It wasn't the spirit realm I remembered, the twisted trees, the shadowy creatures, the oppressive darkness of Damien's influence.
This was… different.
Lighter.
More fluid.
Like a dream, a memory, a half-forgotten lullaby.
“You’re… between worlds, Catrina.”
Vivian’s voice, a gentle echo, a familiar warmth, a mother’s love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, reached me, a beacon in the swirling chaos, an anchor in the vast emptiness.
I turned, my gaze searching the shifting mists, my spectral form, a shimmering echo of the she-wolf I once was, the omega I had become, the Silver Wolf I was now, yearning for a connection, a touch, a reality I could no longer grasp.
And then I saw her.
Her spectral form, a radiant glow, a beacon of love and hope, shimmered in the ethereal light, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her amber eyes, warm and welcoming, filled with a gentle understanding.
“Vivian,” I whispered, her name a prayer, a plea, a love that defied everything. “But… how? I… I don’t understand. I… I thought…”
My words trailed off, lost in the swirling mist, swallowed by the echoing vastness, a question without an answer, a plea for a reality I could no longer grasp.
“You made a sacrifice, Catrina,” she said, her voice a soft murmur, a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos.
“You… you gave up a part of yourself… to save Rowan. To… restore the balance.”
Her words, a reminder of the ritual, the price I’d paid, the love I’d given up, sparked a flicker of memory, a hazy recollection of King Korvash’s icy blue eyes, his ancient power, his chilling pronouncements.
A life for a life.
His life was given to save yours. And now yours must be given to save his.
“But… he’s… he’s alive, Vivian,” I whispered, my voice a mix of confusion and a dawning hope, a flicker of warmth in the coldness that had settled over me, a light in the darkness that had almost swallowed me whole.
“I… I saw him… in the Drakhor stronghold. He was… he was…”
“He’s alive, Catrina,” Vivian said, her voice a gentle echo, her gaze holding mine, her amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“But… he’s not… whole. Not yet. He’s… he’s still… connected to this realm. To… to you.”
Her words, a chilling reminder of the ritual’s consequences, the darkness that still lingered, the destiny we were both fighting to reclaim, made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a mournful sound that echoed the spirit realm’s whispers, the secrets of the ancient ones.
“I… I don’t understand, Vivian,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my spectral form trembling, yearning for a connection, a touch, a reality I could no longer grasp.
“What… what do you mean? What… what have I… done?”
“You’ve… created a bridge, Catrina,” she said, her voice a soft rumble, her gaze intense, her words a revelation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“A bridge… between worlds. Between life… and death. Between… you… and Rowan.”
Her words, a chilling prophecy, a reminder of the power I now wielded, the magic that flowed through my veins.
The destiny I was embracing, made my breath catch in my throat, my eyes widen, my wolf stir, a primal instinct, a recognition of the ancient magic that was my birthright, the Silver Wolf’s essence, a force that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
“You’re a Spirit Walker now, Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a soft caress, her words a gift, a burden, a destiny.
“You can walk between worlds. You can communicate with the spirits. You can reshape destinies.”
Her words, a revelation, a truth I’d only glimpsed in my dreams, in my visions, now a reality, a power I wasn’t sure I was ready for, made my spectral form shimmer.
“But… but what about… Rowan?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze searching hers, a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that defied everything.
“Can… can I… bring him back? Can… can we be… together again?”
Vivian’s gaze softened, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s wisdom, her touch, a phantom warmth, a ghostly caress, a comfort in the midst of the spirit realm’s chaos.
“It’s… it’s not that simple, Catrina,” she said, her voice a gentle echo, her words a warning, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“The… the ritual… it… it changed things. It… it created a… a new balance. A new… destiny.”
She paused, her words hanging heavy in the air, the weight of their implications, the uncertainty of the future, a burden that settled on my shoulders, a darkness that threatened to consume me.
“Rowan… he’s… he’s alive, Catrina,” she continued, her voice a soft murmur, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded me.
“But… he’s… he’s not… the same. He’s… he’s… lost something, Catrina. Something… that… that might never be… reclaimed.”
Her words, a chilling prophecy, a reminder of the sacrifice he’d made, the price he’d paid, made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a mournful lament for a love that had been stolen, a future that had been denied.
“What… what do you mean, Vivian?” I whispered, my voice breaking, my spectral form trembling, yearning for a connection, a touch, a reality I could no longer grasp.
“What… what has he… lost?”
“He’s… lost his connection to… to this world, Catrina,” she said, her voice a soft rumble, her gaze intense, her words a revelation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“He’s… he’s tethered to the spirit realm now. His soul is… bound to this place. To… to you.”
Her words, a chilling prophecy, a reminder of the power I now wielded, the magic that flowed through my veins, the destiny I was embracing, made my breath catch in my throat, my eyes widen, my wolf stir, a primal instinct, a recognition of the ancient magic that was my birthright, the Silver Wolf’s essence, a force that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
“You’re… you’re connected now, Catrina,” she whispered, her voice a soft caress, her words a gift, a burden, a destiny.
“Your souls are… intertwined. Your destinies… linked. You… you are… the only one… who can… reach him. The only one… who can… save him.”
Her words, a revelation, a truth I’d only glimpsed in my dreams, in my visions, now a reality, a power I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
“But… how, Vivian?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze searching hers, a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that defied everything.
“How can I… bring him back? How can we… be together again?”
Vivian’s gaze softened, her amber eyes filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s wisdom, her touch, a phantom warmth, a ghostly caress, a comfort in the midst of the spirit realm’s chaos.
“It’s… it’s not going to be easy, Catrina,” she said, her voice a gentle echo, her words a warning, a truth I wasn’t ready to face.
“The ritual changed things. It created a new balance. A new destiny. And Damien he’s not going to just let you have Rowan back, not without a fight.”