The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 299: Chapter 299
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Catrina POV:
"Rowan…"
My voice, a whisper lost in the echoing vastness of the spirit realm, a disembodied sound in a world of swirling mists and shifting shadows, a name that held the weight of a thousand lifetimes, a love that defied even death itself.
I opened my eyes, blinking against the ethereal light, the soft glow of the moon, a silver disc in the velvet sky, casting long, eerie shadows across the familiar landscape of the Drakhor stronghold, the place where I'd… died?
No.
Not died.
Transformed.
Sacrificed.
Reborn.
The memories, fragmented and hazy, swirled in my mind, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, a symphony of whispers and shadows, a dance between existence and oblivion.
The ritual.
King Korvash’s icy blue eyes, his ancient power, his pronouncements.
A life for a life.
The merging.
Lyra’s essence, her strength, her magic, her love, flowing into me, becoming a part of me, changing me, transforming me into…
The Silver Wolf.
But… she was gone now. The power, the magic, the connection to the spirit realm, the ability to walk between worlds… it had faded, like a dream, a memory, a half-forgotten lullaby.
The price of my sacrifice.
The cost of bringing Rowan back.
"He did it,” I whispered, my voice a shaky breath, a mix of disbelief and a dawning hope, a warmth that pierced through the coldness that had settled over me, a light in the darkness that had almost swallowed me whole.
“He… he brought himself back. He undid the ritual.”
A bittersweet joy filled my heart, a love that defied everything, a destiny that had been rewritten, a future that was still uncertain.
But even as I reveled in the knowledge that he was alive, that he was back in our world, a certainty, a cold dread, settled in my gut, a whisper of a fear I’d been trying to deny, a truth I couldn't escape.
Damien.
He’s still out there. And he’s not going to stop until he has… what he wants. Me. My power. Our love. Our world.
My wolf’s voice, a low growl, was a warning, a call to arms, a reminder of the battle that awaited me, the darkness I had to face, the love I was determined to reclaim.
I sat up, my body aching, my muscles weak, my head pounding, the remnants of Damien’s magic, the spirit realm’s embrace, still clinging to me, a shadow I couldn’t shake.
I looked around the dimly lit chamber, the familiar stone walls, the intricate carvings, the runes that pulsed with a faint, green light, a reminder of the Drakhor stronghold, the place where I’d… died?
No. Not died.
But… where was I now?
“Catrina?”
A voice, a gentle murmur, a familiar warmth, made me turn, my gaze settling on the figure who stood in the doorway, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her amber eyes, filled with a mix of concern and relief, a reminder of the bond we shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side.
Mom.
“Mom?” I whispered, my voice a shaky breath, a mix of disbelief and a dawning hope, a warmth that pierced through the coldness that had settled over me, a light in the darkness that had almost swallowed me whole.
“But… how? I… I thought…”
My words trailed off, lost in the swirling mists of my memories, the fragmented images of the ritual, the sacrifice, the darkness, the light.
“You’ve been… asleep, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft caress, her gaze holding mine, her words a gentle reassurance, a truth I was struggling to grasp.
“For a… a long time.”
“Asleep?” I echoed, my voice a whisper, my mind reeling, the pieces of the puzzle, the memories, the dreams, the visions, swirling together, a chaotic jumble I couldn’t make sense of.
“But… I… I was… in the spirit realm. I… I saw… Rowan. I… I…”
“It was… a dream, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft murmur, her hand gently squeezing mine, her touch a warm comfort, a reminder of the love that still remained, the family that had endured.
“A… a very vivid dream. But… you’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re… you’re home.”
Home.
The word resonated deep within me, a longing for a place I hadn’t realized I’d been missing, a connection to a world I’d almost lost.
But… it wasn’t my home. Not really.
Not anymore.
The Drakhor stronghold, this ancient sanctuary, this place of power and magic, had become my… prison? My refuge? My… destiny?
“How… how long?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze searching hers, a fear I couldn’t hide, a premonition of the time I’d lost, the life I’d left behind.
“How… how long have I been… asleep?”
Mom’s gaze softened, her amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a fierce protectiveness, a mother’s love that made my heart ache, a reminder of the bond we shared, the losses we’d both endured.
“Five years, Catrina,” she said, her voice a gentle echo, her words a revelation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face. “Five… long… years.”
Five years.
The words echoed in my mind, a deafening silence, a reminder of the life I’d almost lost, the son I’d almost abandoned, the mate I’d almost forgotten.
Lucas.
Rowan.
Their names, whispers on my lips, phantom aches in my heart, were a constant reminder of the love I was fighting for, the destiny I was determined to reclaim.
“Lucas,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my gaze fixed on Mom, a desperate plea, a mother’s love that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“Where… where is he? Is… is he… okay?”
“He’s… he’s fine, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft reassurance, her gaze holding mine, her words a balm to my wounded soul. “He’s… he’s healthy. Strong. Happy. He’s… he’s waiting for you, sweetheart. Waiting for… his mother.”
Her words, a promise, a hope, a love that defied everything, brought a warmth to my heart, a strength to my wolf, a renewed determination to return to my world, to my son, to the life I’d almost lost.
But even as I clung to that hope, a certainty, a whisper of a prophecy, a fear I couldn’t ignore, echoed in my mind, a reminder of the darkness that still lingered, the threat that loomed, the destiny we were all fighting to escape.
Damien.
He’s still out there, Catrina. And he won’t stop until he has… what he wants. You. Your power. Our love. Our world.
My wolf’s voice, a low growl, was a warning, a call to arms, a reminder of the battle that awaited me, the darkness I had to face, the love I was determined to reclaim.
“I… I have to see him, Mom,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty. “I… I have to go back. To my world. To… my son.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Mom said, her voice a soft murmur, her gaze filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s protectiveness, her touch, a warm comfort, a reminder of the bond we shared, the family that had endured.
“And… and we’ll help you, Catrina. We’ll… we’ll find a way… to get you… home.”
And as the Drakhor Clan members, their silver fur gleaming, their amber eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and respect, their scents a blend of pine and ancient magic, entered the chamber, their voices a low murmur, their presence a reminder of the power that resided within this place, the destiny that awaited me.
"Rowan…"
My voice, a whisper lost in the echoing vastness of the spirit realm, a disembodied sound in a world of swirling mists and shifting shadows, a name that held the weight of a thousand lifetimes, a love that defied even death itself.
I opened my eyes, blinking against the ethereal light, the soft glow of the moon, a silver disc in the velvet sky, casting long, eerie shadows across the familiar landscape of the Drakhor stronghold, the place where I'd… died?
No.
Not died.
Transformed.
Sacrificed.
Reborn.
The memories, fragmented and hazy, swirled in my mind, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, a symphony of whispers and shadows, a dance between existence and oblivion.
The ritual.
King Korvash’s icy blue eyes, his ancient power, his pronouncements.
A life for a life.
The merging.
Lyra’s essence, her strength, her magic, her love, flowing into me, becoming a part of me, changing me, transforming me into…
The Silver Wolf.
But… she was gone now. The power, the magic, the connection to the spirit realm, the ability to walk between worlds… it had faded, like a dream, a memory, a half-forgotten lullaby.
The price of my sacrifice.
The cost of bringing Rowan back.
"He did it,” I whispered, my voice a shaky breath, a mix of disbelief and a dawning hope, a warmth that pierced through the coldness that had settled over me, a light in the darkness that had almost swallowed me whole.
“He… he brought himself back. He undid the ritual.”
A bittersweet joy filled my heart, a love that defied everything, a destiny that had been rewritten, a future that was still uncertain.
But even as I reveled in the knowledge that he was alive, that he was back in our world, a certainty, a cold dread, settled in my gut, a whisper of a fear I’d been trying to deny, a truth I couldn't escape.
Damien.
He’s still out there. And he’s not going to stop until he has… what he wants. Me. My power. Our love. Our world.
My wolf’s voice, a low growl, was a warning, a call to arms, a reminder of the battle that awaited me, the darkness I had to face, the love I was determined to reclaim.
I sat up, my body aching, my muscles weak, my head pounding, the remnants of Damien’s magic, the spirit realm’s embrace, still clinging to me, a shadow I couldn’t shake.
I looked around the dimly lit chamber, the familiar stone walls, the intricate carvings, the runes that pulsed with a faint, green light, a reminder of the Drakhor stronghold, the place where I’d… died?
No. Not died.
But… where was I now?
“Catrina?”
A voice, a gentle murmur, a familiar warmth, made me turn, my gaze settling on the figure who stood in the doorway, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her amber eyes, filled with a mix of concern and relief, a reminder of the bond we shared, the friendship we’d forged, the battles we’d fought side by side.
Mom.
“Mom?” I whispered, my voice a shaky breath, a mix of disbelief and a dawning hope, a warmth that pierced through the coldness that had settled over me, a light in the darkness that had almost swallowed me whole.
“But… how? I… I thought…”
My words trailed off, lost in the swirling mists of my memories, the fragmented images of the ritual, the sacrifice, the darkness, the light.
“You’ve been… asleep, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft caress, her gaze holding mine, her words a gentle reassurance, a truth I was struggling to grasp.
“For a… a long time.”
“Asleep?” I echoed, my voice a whisper, my mind reeling, the pieces of the puzzle, the memories, the dreams, the visions, swirling together, a chaotic jumble I couldn’t make sense of.
“But… I… I was… in the spirit realm. I… I saw… Rowan. I… I…”
“It was… a dream, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft murmur, her hand gently squeezing mine, her touch a warm comfort, a reminder of the love that still remained, the family that had endured.
“A… a very vivid dream. But… you’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re… you’re home.”
Home.
The word resonated deep within me, a longing for a place I hadn’t realized I’d been missing, a connection to a world I’d almost lost.
But… it wasn’t my home. Not really.
Not anymore.
The Drakhor stronghold, this ancient sanctuary, this place of power and magic, had become my… prison? My refuge? My… destiny?
“How… how long?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, my gaze searching hers, a fear I couldn’t hide, a premonition of the time I’d lost, the life I’d left behind.
“How… how long have I been… asleep?”
Mom’s gaze softened, her amber eyes filled with a mix of sadness and a fierce protectiveness, a mother’s love that made my heart ache, a reminder of the bond we shared, the losses we’d both endured.
“Five years, Catrina,” she said, her voice a gentle echo, her words a revelation, a truth I wasn’t ready to face. “Five… long… years.”
Five years.
The words echoed in my mind, a deafening silence, a reminder of the life I’d almost lost, the son I’d almost abandoned, the mate I’d almost forgotten.
Lucas.
Rowan.
Their names, whispers on my lips, phantom aches in my heart, were a constant reminder of the love I was fighting for, the destiny I was determined to reclaim.
“Lucas,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my gaze fixed on Mom, a desperate plea, a mother’s love that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“Where… where is he? Is… is he… okay?”
“He’s… he’s fine, Catrina,” Mom said, her voice a soft reassurance, her gaze holding mine, her words a balm to my wounded soul. “He’s… he’s healthy. Strong. Happy. He’s… he’s waiting for you, sweetheart. Waiting for… his mother.”
Her words, a promise, a hope, a love that defied everything, brought a warmth to my heart, a strength to my wolf, a renewed determination to return to my world, to my son, to the life I’d almost lost.
But even as I clung to that hope, a certainty, a whisper of a prophecy, a fear I couldn’t ignore, echoed in my mind, a reminder of the darkness that still lingered, the threat that loomed, the destiny we were all fighting to escape.
Damien.
He’s still out there, Catrina. And he won’t stop until he has… what he wants. You. Your power. Our love. Our world.
My wolf’s voice, a low growl, was a warning, a call to arms, a reminder of the battle that awaited me, the darkness I had to face, the love I was determined to reclaim.
“I… I have to see him, Mom,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty. “I… I have to go back. To my world. To… my son.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Mom said, her voice a soft murmur, her gaze filled with a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s protectiveness, her touch, a warm comfort, a reminder of the bond we shared, the family that had endured.
“And… and we’ll help you, Catrina. We’ll… we’ll find a way… to get you… home.”
And as the Drakhor Clan members, their silver fur gleaming, their amber eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and respect, their scents a blend of pine and ancient magic, entered the chamber, their voices a low murmur, their presence a reminder of the power that resided within this place, the destiny that awaited me.
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