The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 300: Chapter 300

Catrina POV:
Then while I was talking with my mom I saw him arrive…
“Rowan?” I whispered his name, 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 don’t understand. 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… you brought me back, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“You… you saved me.”
His words, a revelation, a truth I was struggling to grasp, a gift I hadn’t dared to hope for, made my heart ache with a love so profound, so overwhelming, it brought tears to my eyes, a mix of joy and grief, of hope and despair.
“But… how, Rowan?” I whispered, my voice breaking, my spectral form trembling, yearning for a connection, a touch, a reality I could no longer fully grasp. “I… I don’t… understand. I… I thought… I… I had to…”
“You did, Catrina,” he said, his voice a gentle echo, his gaze intense, his words a reminder of the sacrifice I’d made, the price I’d paid, the love I’d given up.
“You… you gave up a part of yourself… to… to sever the bond. To… to extinguish the beacon that was drawing Damien’s darkness. To… to save me.”
He paused, his words hanging heavy in the air, the weight of their implications, the depth of his gratitude, a love that defied everything, a bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“You… you became the Silver Wolf, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a gift, a burden, a destiny.
“You… you walked between worlds. You… you communed with the spirits. You… you… reshaped our destiny.”
His words, a testament to the power I’d wielded, the magic I’d embraced, the sacrifice I’d made, brought a flicker of memory, a hazy recollection of Lyra’s strength, her ancient magic, her warrior spirit, flowing through me, becoming a part of me, changing me, transforming me.
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 him back.
“I… I don’t understand, Rowan,” I whispered, my voice breaking, my spectral form trembling, yearning for a connection, a touch, a reality I could no longer fully grasp.
“How… how can you be… here? How can you be… alive? How can… how can we be… together?”
“It’s… it’s a long story, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft rumble, his gaze holding mine, his 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… we don’t have… much time. We have to… go. Now.”
He reached out, his hand, no longer a spectral echo, but warm, solid, real, taking mine, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me, a spark of connection, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we were fighting for.
“Come with me, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a gentle command, a promise of a new beginning, a destiny we would reclaim together.
“It’s… time to go… home.”
And as I followed him, our hands clasped, our scents mingling in a symphony of lavender and pine, a reminder of the bond we shared, the love that had endured, the spirit realm shimmered around us, the whispers of the ancient ones fading into a gentle breeze, a promise of a new dawn, a new beginning, a new… hope.
We walked in silence through the Drakhor stronghold’s ancient halls, the air thick with the scent of incense and herbs, of ancient magic and whispered secrets, our footsteps echoing in the space, a rhythm that echoed the beating of our hearts, the frantic pace of our wolves, a mix of excitement and fear.
“Where are we going, Rowan?” I asked, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze searching his, a question that held a weight of unspoken anxieties, a fear of the unknown, a longing for a future we weren’t sure we could have.
“Home, Catrina,” he said, his voice a quiet strength, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, a determination that mirrored my own, a shared destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“We’re going… home.”
But even as he spoke the words, a chilling certainty, a cold dread, a whisper of a fear I couldn’t ignore, echoed in my mind, a reminder of the darkness that still lingered, the threat that loomed, the battle that awaited us.
Damien.
He’s still out there, Catrina. And he’s not going to stop until he has what he wants. You. Me. Our love. Our world.
My wolf growled, her voice a low rumble in my chest, a warning, a call to arms, a reminder of the sacrifice we’d made, the price we’d paid, the destiny we were embracing.
We emerged into a clearing, bathed in the ethereal moonlight, the towering peaks of the Drakhor mountains a silent sentinel, their shadows whispering secrets, their ancient power a palpable presence in the crisp night air.
A shimmering portal, a gateway to our world, pulsed with a faint, green light, a beacon in the darkness, a promise of a new beginning, a future we were fighting to create.
“Are you ready, Catrina?” Rowan asked, his voice a soft murmur, his gaze searching mine, a mix of love and concern, a shared understanding of the dangers we faced, the uncertainty that awaited us.
“I… I don’t know, Rowan,” I admitted, my voice a tremor of fear, my wolf whimpering softly, her claws digging into the ground, desperate to escape, to hide, to protect, but also yearning for the warmth of his touch, the comfort of his scent, the love that had been stolen, the life we’d almost lost.
“But… I trust you, Rowan. I… I trust… us.”
He smiled then, a genuine smile that reached his amber eyes, a warmth that chased away the shadows, a love that defied everything, a bond that even death couldn’t break.
“That’s all I need to hear, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his hand tightening around mine, his touch a reassuring presence, a reminder of the strength we shared, the love that had endured, the destiny we were reclaiming.
“Together, Catrina,” he said, his voice gaining strength, a fierce determination replacing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty. “We can face… anything.”