The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 294: Chapter 294
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Isabelle POV:
“Derek, we need to talk.”
My voice, though soft, held a firmness, an Alpha’s command cloaked in lavender-scented silk, a reminder of the authority I carried, the responsibility that rested on my shoulders.
He looked up from the papers spread across his desk, his golden eyes meeting mine, a flicker of warmth, of love, quickly replaced by a coldness, a distance, that made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a primal fear echoing in the silence of the study.
It had been weeks since Derek had… changed.
The larva, a venomous poison, a dark magic, had taken root within him, twisting his thoughts, corrupting his emotions, turning him into… something else.
“What is it, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, but the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once cherished, was gone, replaced by a sharpness, a coldness, that made my blood run cold.
He’s not Derek anymore, my wolf howled, her voice a mournful lament, a grief for the mate she’d chosen, the Alpha she’d loved, the father of her pup. He’s… he’s lost.
“It’s… it’s Catrina, Derek,” I said, my voice a hesitant whisper, my hand instinctively going to my swollen belly, a protective gesture, a mother’s love shielding the life growing within me, a future I was determined to protect, even if it meant sacrificing… everything.
“She’s… she’s gone. Vanished. No one’s… seen her… for days.”
His gaze narrowed, his golden eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now burning with a cold fire, a darkness that made me shiver, a reminder of the larva’s power, Damien’s insidious influence.
“She’s a rogue, Isabelle,” he said coldly, his voice a distorted echo of the gentle rumble I’d come to cherish, a sound that made my heart ache, my breath catch in my throat.
“She comes and goes as she pleases. It’s… none of our concern.”
His words, a dismissive shrug, a blatant disregard for the bond we shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side, the losses we’d endured together, sparked a flicker of anger within me, a defiance that battled with my fear, my grief, my love.
“She’s more than just a rogue, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s instinct to protect, to lead, to fight, rising within me, a force that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t extinguish.
“She’s more than just a rogue, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s instinct to protect, to lead, to fight, rising within me, a force that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t extinguish. “She’s family, Derek. She’s… she’s important. To me. To the pack. To… Rowan.”
His eyes flickered at the mention of his brother’s name, a shadow of pain, of guilt, of loss, crossing his face, a fleeting reminder of the bond they’d shared, the love that had been broken, the destiny that had been denied.
But the darkness quickly returned, his gaze hardening, his voice a cold dismissal.
“Rowan is gone, Isabelle,” he said, his words a harsh truth, a chilling reminder of the sacrifice he’d made, the life he’d given up for me, for the pack, for the world. “He’s not coming back. And neither is… Catrina.”
“She’s not dead, Derek,” I said softly, my voice a plea, a desperate hope that he would hear me, that he would understand, that he would… remember. “She’s… she’s just… lost. Confused. She… she needs our help.”
“She doesn’t need anything from us, Isabelle,” he snarled, his voice rising, his golden eyes blazing with a cold fire, a darkness that made my blood run cold. “She’s a rogue. An omega. A… a liability. We’re better off… without her.”
His words, a cruel dismissal, a betrayal of the bond we’d shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side, sparked a fury within me, a rage that battled with my fear, my grief, my love.
“How can you say that, Derek?” I cried, my voice breaking, tears welling up in my eyes, a mix of anger and despair.
“She’s… she’s family! She’s… she’s one of us! She… she fought beside us! She… she risked her life… for us! For… for you! And you… you just… dismiss her? Like… like she’s… nothing?”
“She’s nothing to us anymore, Isabelle,” he said coldly, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger that made my skin crawl.
“She’s… a threat. To the pack. To… our future.”
He stepped closer, his scent, a mix of pine and the larva’s sickly sweet odor, filling my senses, overwhelming me, making me gag.
“You need to focus on what’s important, Isabelle,” he growled, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once cherished, a sound that made my heart ache, my breath catch in my throat. “On… the pup. On… our future. On… me.”
He reached out, his hand, once warm and comforting, now cold and menacing, his claws partially extended, tracing the curve of my swollen belly, a possessive gesture that made me tremble.
“We… we’ll be a family, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice a venomous caress, his words a chilling promise, a twisted mockery of the love we’d shared, the future we’d dreamed of. “A… a strong family. A… powerful family. And… and you… you’ll be… my queen.”
“No,” I whispered, my voice a tremor of defiance, my wolf snarling, her amber eyes blazing, ready to fight, to protect, to defend, even against the mate she’d chosen, the Alpha she’d loved, the father of her pup. “I… I won’t… let you.”
I pushed him away, my hands flat against his chest, the contact sending a jolt of revulsion through me, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed him, the monster he had become.
He stumbled back, his golden eyes widening with surprise, then narrowing with a dangerous glint, a flicker of Damien’s cruelty, a chilling premonition of the violence that was about to be unleashed.
“You… you dare defy me, Isabelle?” he growled, his voice a low rumble, his wolf’s presence radiating outward, a wave of dominance that made my own wolf cower, her claws retracting, her fur flattening, a primal instinct to submit, to obey.
But another instinct, stronger, fiercer, a mother’s love, a protector’s rage, surged within me, pushing back the fear, the doubt, the darkness.
I would not submit.
“I’m not afraid of you, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s power rising within me, a beacon of defiance against the larva’s influence, Damien’s control. “Not anymore.”
I straightened, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes blazing with a fire that mirrored his own, but mine was a fire of love, of protectiveness, of a fierce determination to save him, to save us all.
“You’re not Derek, not really,” I whispered, my voice a chilling certainty, a truth that cut through the darkness, a reminder of the bond we’d shared, the love we’d lost, the destiny we were fighting to reclaim.
“You’re… you’re a… a puppet, Derek. A… a vessel. And I… I won’t let you… destroy… everything we’ve… built. Everything we’ve… fought for. Everything we… love.”
And as Jarrett and the pack warriors, their scents a mix of pine and leather and a growing alarm, burst into the room, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief, their wolves snarling, ready to fight, to defend, to protect.
A battle not just for Derek’s soul, but for the future of our pack, our family, our world.
We would fight.
We would win.
Or we would die… trying.
The pack meeting room was a mix of scents and sounds – the musk of werewolves, the whispers of fear, the murmur of disbelief, the occasional growl of anger, a symphony of chaos and confusion that mirrored the storm raging within me, the weight of my choices, the burden of leadership, the fear for the future.
I stood at the head of the long oak table, Derek beside me, his golden eyes vacant, his scent a chilling reminder of the larva’s presence, Damien’s dark magic, a darkness I couldn’t escape.
I’d told them everything.
About Catrina’s disappearance, her journey into the spirit realm, her sacrifice, her transformation into the Silver Wolf.
About Rowan’s death, his spectral form, his warning, his love.
About Damien’s return, his growing power, his insidious influence.
About Derek’s… infection.
But they hadn’t believed me.
Not at first.
Their doubt, their skepticism, their fear, a reflection of their own grief, their own losses, their own vulnerability, had created a barrier, a wall, I wasn’t sure how to break down.
“It’s… it’s not possible, Alpha,” Elder Thorne had said, his voice a gravelly rasp, his amber eyes narrowed, his scent, a mix of pine and a stubborn resistance to change, a chilling reminder of the old ways, the traditions that had almost destroyed us.
“The larva… it’s… it’s a Magnus curse. It… it can’t… infect Derek.”
“It can, Elder,” I said firmly, my voice echoing Lyra’s strength, Catrina’s determination, a love that defied everything.
“Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s evolved. It’s… it’s stronger now. More… insidious. It… it can infect… anyone.”
“But… Derek… he’s… he’s our Alpha,” another elder had whispered, his voice a tremor of fear, his gaze darting towards Derek, his scent, a mix of pine and a growing unease, a reminder of the darkness that was spreading, the danger that was closing in.
“He… he can’t be… infected. He… he wouldn’t…”
“He is, Elder,” I said, my voice cold, hard, a chilling certainty that silenced the room.
“And… and we have to… face it. We have to… fight it. Together.”
But their fear, their doubt, their unwillingness to accept the truth, had created a divide, a chasm, between us, a reminder of the challenges I faced, the burden I carried, the love I was fighting for.
“You’re lying, Alpha,” Elder Thorne had snarled, his voice a venomous accusation, his gaze burning into mine, a challenge to my authority, my leadership, my very being.
“You’re… you’re trying to… to… control us. To… to… manipulate us. To… to… turn us… against… Derek.”
“I’m not lying, Elder,” I said, my voice a low growl, my Alpha’s power rising within me, a beacon of defiance against the whispers of doubt, the shadows of fear, the darkness that threatened to consume us all.
“And I’m not trying to control anyone. I’m… I’m trying to… save you. To… save us all. Before… it’s… too late.”
But my words, though spoken with a conviction I’d never felt before, hadn't been enough.
The pack was divided, their loyalty fractured, their fear blinding them to the truth, the danger, the destiny that awaited us.
We had to find a way to unite the pack, to convince them of the truth, to awaken their courage, their loyalty, their love.
Or we would face the darkness… alone.
“Derek, we need to talk.”
My voice, though soft, held a firmness, an Alpha’s command cloaked in lavender-scented silk, a reminder of the authority I carried, the responsibility that rested on my shoulders.
He looked up from the papers spread across his desk, his golden eyes meeting mine, a flicker of warmth, of love, quickly replaced by a coldness, a distance, that made my heart ache, my wolf whimper, a primal fear echoing in the silence of the study.
It had been weeks since Derek had… changed.
The larva, a venomous poison, a dark magic, had taken root within him, twisting his thoughts, corrupting his emotions, turning him into… something else.
“What is it, Isabelle?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, but the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once cherished, was gone, replaced by a sharpness, a coldness, that made my blood run cold.
He’s not Derek anymore, my wolf howled, her voice a mournful lament, a grief for the mate she’d chosen, the Alpha she’d loved, the father of her pup. He’s… he’s lost.
“It’s… it’s Catrina, Derek,” I said, my voice a hesitant whisper, my hand instinctively going to my swollen belly, a protective gesture, a mother’s love shielding the life growing within me, a future I was determined to protect, even if it meant sacrificing… everything.
“She’s… she’s gone. Vanished. No one’s… seen her… for days.”
His gaze narrowed, his golden eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now burning with a cold fire, a darkness that made me shiver, a reminder of the larva’s power, Damien’s insidious influence.
“She’s a rogue, Isabelle,” he said coldly, his voice a distorted echo of the gentle rumble I’d come to cherish, a sound that made my heart ache, my breath catch in my throat.
“She comes and goes as she pleases. It’s… none of our concern.”
His words, a dismissive shrug, a blatant disregard for the bond we shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side, the losses we’d endured together, sparked a flicker of anger within me, a defiance that battled with my fear, my grief, my love.
“She’s more than just a rogue, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s instinct to protect, to lead, to fight, rising within me, a force that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t extinguish.
“She’s more than just a rogue, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s instinct to protect, to lead, to fight, rising within me, a force that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t extinguish. “She’s family, Derek. She’s… she’s important. To me. To the pack. To… Rowan.”
His eyes flickered at the mention of his brother’s name, a shadow of pain, of guilt, of loss, crossing his face, a fleeting reminder of the bond they’d shared, the love that had been broken, the destiny that had been denied.
But the darkness quickly returned, his gaze hardening, his voice a cold dismissal.
“Rowan is gone, Isabelle,” he said, his words a harsh truth, a chilling reminder of the sacrifice he’d made, the life he’d given up for me, for the pack, for the world. “He’s not coming back. And neither is… Catrina.”
“She’s not dead, Derek,” I said softly, my voice a plea, a desperate hope that he would hear me, that he would understand, that he would… remember. “She’s… she’s just… lost. Confused. She… she needs our help.”
“She doesn’t need anything from us, Isabelle,” he snarled, his voice rising, his golden eyes blazing with a cold fire, a darkness that made my blood run cold. “She’s a rogue. An omega. A… a liability. We’re better off… without her.”
His words, a cruel dismissal, a betrayal of the bond we’d shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side, sparked a fury within me, a rage that battled with my fear, my grief, my love.
“How can you say that, Derek?” I cried, my voice breaking, tears welling up in my eyes, a mix of anger and despair.
“She’s… she’s family! She’s… she’s one of us! She… she fought beside us! She… she risked her life… for us! For… for you! And you… you just… dismiss her? Like… like she’s… nothing?”
“She’s nothing to us anymore, Isabelle,” he said coldly, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger that made my skin crawl.
“She’s… a threat. To the pack. To… our future.”
He stepped closer, his scent, a mix of pine and the larva’s sickly sweet odor, filling my senses, overwhelming me, making me gag.
“You need to focus on what’s important, Isabelle,” he growled, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I’d once cherished, a sound that made my heart ache, my breath catch in my throat. “On… the pup. On… our future. On… me.”
He reached out, his hand, once warm and comforting, now cold and menacing, his claws partially extended, tracing the curve of my swollen belly, a possessive gesture that made me tremble.
“We… we’ll be a family, Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice a venomous caress, his words a chilling promise, a twisted mockery of the love we’d shared, the future we’d dreamed of. “A… a strong family. A… powerful family. And… and you… you’ll be… my queen.”
“No,” I whispered, my voice a tremor of defiance, my wolf snarling, her amber eyes blazing, ready to fight, to protect, to defend, even against the mate she’d chosen, the Alpha she’d loved, the father of her pup. “I… I won’t… let you.”
I pushed him away, my hands flat against his chest, the contact sending a jolt of revulsion through me, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had consumed him, the monster he had become.
He stumbled back, his golden eyes widening with surprise, then narrowing with a dangerous glint, a flicker of Damien’s cruelty, a chilling premonition of the violence that was about to be unleashed.
“You… you dare defy me, Isabelle?” he growled, his voice a low rumble, his wolf’s presence radiating outward, a wave of dominance that made my own wolf cower, her claws retracting, her fur flattening, a primal instinct to submit, to obey.
But another instinct, stronger, fiercer, a mother’s love, a protector’s rage, surged within me, pushing back the fear, the doubt, the darkness.
I would not submit.
“I’m not afraid of you, Derek,” I said, my voice gaining strength, my Alpha’s power rising within me, a beacon of defiance against the larva’s influence, Damien’s control. “Not anymore.”
I straightened, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes blazing with a fire that mirrored his own, but mine was a fire of love, of protectiveness, of a fierce determination to save him, to save us all.
“You’re not Derek, not really,” I whispered, my voice a chilling certainty, a truth that cut through the darkness, a reminder of the bond we’d shared, the love we’d lost, the destiny we were fighting to reclaim.
“You’re… you’re a… a puppet, Derek. A… a vessel. And I… I won’t let you… destroy… everything we’ve… built. Everything we’ve… fought for. Everything we… love.”
And as Jarrett and the pack warriors, their scents a mix of pine and leather and a growing alarm, burst into the room, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief, their wolves snarling, ready to fight, to defend, to protect.
A battle not just for Derek’s soul, but for the future of our pack, our family, our world.
We would fight.
We would win.
Or we would die… trying.
The pack meeting room was a mix of scents and sounds – the musk of werewolves, the whispers of fear, the murmur of disbelief, the occasional growl of anger, a symphony of chaos and confusion that mirrored the storm raging within me, the weight of my choices, the burden of leadership, the fear for the future.
I stood at the head of the long oak table, Derek beside me, his golden eyes vacant, his scent a chilling reminder of the larva’s presence, Damien’s dark magic, a darkness I couldn’t escape.
I’d told them everything.
About Catrina’s disappearance, her journey into the spirit realm, her sacrifice, her transformation into the Silver Wolf.
About Rowan’s death, his spectral form, his warning, his love.
About Damien’s return, his growing power, his insidious influence.
About Derek’s… infection.
But they hadn’t believed me.
Not at first.
Their doubt, their skepticism, their fear, a reflection of their own grief, their own losses, their own vulnerability, had created a barrier, a wall, I wasn’t sure how to break down.
“It’s… it’s not possible, Alpha,” Elder Thorne had said, his voice a gravelly rasp, his amber eyes narrowed, his scent, a mix of pine and a stubborn resistance to change, a chilling reminder of the old ways, the traditions that had almost destroyed us.
“The larva… it’s… it’s a Magnus curse. It… it can’t… infect Derek.”
“It can, Elder,” I said firmly, my voice echoing Lyra’s strength, Catrina’s determination, a love that defied everything.
“Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s evolved. It’s… it’s stronger now. More… insidious. It… it can infect… anyone.”
“But… Derek… he’s… he’s our Alpha,” another elder had whispered, his voice a tremor of fear, his gaze darting towards Derek, his scent, a mix of pine and a growing unease, a reminder of the darkness that was spreading, the danger that was closing in.
“He… he can’t be… infected. He… he wouldn’t…”
“He is, Elder,” I said, my voice cold, hard, a chilling certainty that silenced the room.
“And… and we have to… face it. We have to… fight it. Together.”
But their fear, their doubt, their unwillingness to accept the truth, had created a divide, a chasm, between us, a reminder of the challenges I faced, the burden I carried, the love I was fighting for.
“You’re lying, Alpha,” Elder Thorne had snarled, his voice a venomous accusation, his gaze burning into mine, a challenge to my authority, my leadership, my very being.
“You’re… you’re trying to… to… control us. To… to… manipulate us. To… to… turn us… against… Derek.”
“I’m not lying, Elder,” I said, my voice a low growl, my Alpha’s power rising within me, a beacon of defiance against the whispers of doubt, the shadows of fear, the darkness that threatened to consume us all.
“And I’m not trying to control anyone. I’m… I’m trying to… save you. To… save us all. Before… it’s… too late.”
But my words, though spoken with a conviction I’d never felt before, hadn't been enough.
The pack was divided, their loyalty fractured, their fear blinding them to the truth, the danger, the destiny that awaited us.
We had to find a way to unite the pack, to convince them of the truth, to awaken their courage, their loyalty, their love.
Or we would face the darkness… alone.
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