The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 303: Chapter 303
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Rowan POV:
Lucas’s words, a small, broken whisper, a child’s innocent explanation for a loss he couldn’t comprehend, a grief he couldn’t fully express, hit me like a physical blow.
Knocking the breath out of me, the weight of my absence, the life I’d missed, the five years I’d been lost in the spirit realm’s chilling embrace, crashing down on me, a burden I couldn’t escape.
I stepped forward, my gaze meeting Catrina’s, her amber eyes wide with a pain that mirrored my own, the love we were both fighting to reclaim.
I could see the tears welling up, threatening to spill over, but she held them back, her chin lifting, her shoulders squaring, a strength, a resilience, that made my heart ache with a mix of admiration and a fierce protectiveness.
She’s… incredible.
My wolf murmured, his voice a low rumble in my chest, a mix of awe and a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a love that defied everything.
I knelt beside Lucas, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes, so like his own, searching his, trying to connect with him
To bridge the gap that five years of absence had created, the memories he didn’t have, the love he didn’t know.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, a gentle warmth, a father’s love reaching out, trying to find its way, to create a bond that had been broken, a destiny that had been denied. “I know… I know it’s… confusing. But… but your Mama… she’s… she’s not gone. She’s… she’s right here.”
I gestured towards Catrina, my gaze flickering towards her, a silent plea for understanding, for patience, for a love that could heal the wounds of the past, the scars of our shared ordeal.
Lucas’s gaze followed mine, his amber eyes, so like Rowan’s, fixed on Catrina, his small face a mask of confusion.
His scent, a mix of lavender and vanilla and something uniquely his, a sweet, familiar melody that made my heart ache with a love so profound, so overwhelming, it brought tears to my eyes.
But there was no recognition in his gaze, no spark of connection, no flicker of the bond that should have been there, the love that should have united them, mother and son.
“No,” he said, his voice a small, defiant whisper, his gaze darting back to Maggie and Henri, their faces etched with a mix of joy and concern, their scents a blend of pine and woodsmoke and a love that had filled the void, that had protected him, that had become… his family.
“She’s… she’s not my Mama. My Mama… she’s… she’s gone.”
And as his words, a chilling reminder of the sacrifice Catrina had made, the life she’d almost lost, the love we were both fighting to reclaim, echoed in the silence of the garden.
I saw Catrina’s shoulders slump, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists, her knuckles turning white, a silent testament to the pain she was enduring, the grief she was trying to hide, the love she couldn’t express.
She’s breaking, Rowan.
My wolf whimpered, his voice a mournful sound in my chest, a mix of anger and a fierce protectiveness.
We have to do something. We have to… help her.
I reached out, my hand gently squeezing her shoulder, my touch a silent reassurance, a promise of support, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“It’s okay, Catrina,”
I whispered, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding hers, my amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, a determination that mirrored her own, a shared destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“We’ll… we’ll make him see. We’ll… we’ll help him… remember.”
But even as I 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 battle that was yet to be fought, the sacrifices that had yet to be made.
It’s not going to be easy, Rowan. Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s twisted everything. Corrupted everything.
He’s… he’s stolen her memories. Her… her connection to Lucas. To… to… us.
My wolf growled softly, his silver fur bristling, his senses on high alert, ready to face the darkness, to protect the ones we loved, to reclaim the destiny that awaited us.
We have to fight, Rowan. We have to… win. Or we’ll lose… everything.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty.
“Your mama, she… she’s been… away. For a long time. But… she’s back now. And she… she loves you very much. She’s… she’s missed you… every single day.”
Lucas looked at me, his amber eyes wide, his small face a mask of confusion, his scent, though familiar, still tinged with a wariness, a distance, that made my heart ache.
“But… but Grandma Maggie… she said… she said my Mama… was… was with the… the butterflies,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his lower lip quivering, his small body, though leaner, more wolfish, still carrying the vulnerability, the innocence, of a child who’d lost his mother, a pup who’d been abandoned.
“She… she said… she said she… she wasn’t… coming back.”
“She’s back now, Lucas,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, a father’s love, a protector’s promise, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded us.
“She’s… right here. And she’s… never… leaving again.”
I gestured towards Catrina, my gaze meeting hers, a silent plea for understanding, for patience, for a love that could heal the wounds of the past, the scars of our shared ordeal.
But even as I 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 battle that was yet to be fought, the sacrifices that had yet to be made.
Damien’s magic, Rowan. It’s… it’s twisted everything. Corrupted everything. He’s stolen her memories. Her connection to Lucas. To us.
“No,”
Lucas said, his voice small but firm, his gaze fixed on Catrina, a desperate attempt to cling to the familiar, the safe, the love he knew, the family he had.
“She’s… she’s not my Mama. My Mama… she’s… she’s gone.”
And as his words, a chilling echo of the past, the present, the future we were fighting to create, hung heavy in the air, I saw Catrina flinch, her body trembling, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists, her knuckles turning white, a silent testament to the pain she was enduring, the grief she was trying to hide, the love she couldn’t express.
She’s breaking, Rowan. We have to do something.
My wolf’s voice, a desperate plea, a mix of anger and a fierce protectiveness, echoed in my mind, urging me to action, to protect her, to save her, to reclaim the love we’d lost, the future we’d been denied.
I reached out, my hand gently cupping her cheek, my touch a silent reassurance, a promise of support, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“It’s okay, Catrina,”
I whispered, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding hers, my amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, a determination that mirrored her own, a shared destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“We’ll make him see. We’ll help him remember. I promise.”
Lucas’s words, a small, broken whisper, a child’s innocent explanation for a loss he couldn’t comprehend, a grief he couldn’t fully express, hit me like a physical blow.
Knocking the breath out of me, the weight of my absence, the life I’d missed, the five years I’d been lost in the spirit realm’s chilling embrace, crashing down on me, a burden I couldn’t escape.
I stepped forward, my gaze meeting Catrina’s, her amber eyes wide with a pain that mirrored my own, the love we were both fighting to reclaim.
I could see the tears welling up, threatening to spill over, but she held them back, her chin lifting, her shoulders squaring, a strength, a resilience, that made my heart ache with a mix of admiration and a fierce protectiveness.
She’s… incredible.
My wolf murmured, his voice a low rumble in my chest, a mix of awe and a longing that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a love that defied everything.
I knelt beside Lucas, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes, so like his own, searching his, trying to connect with him
To bridge the gap that five years of absence had created, the memories he didn’t have, the love he didn’t know.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, a gentle warmth, a father’s love reaching out, trying to find its way, to create a bond that had been broken, a destiny that had been denied. “I know… I know it’s… confusing. But… but your Mama… she’s… she’s not gone. She’s… she’s right here.”
I gestured towards Catrina, my gaze flickering towards her, a silent plea for understanding, for patience, for a love that could heal the wounds of the past, the scars of our shared ordeal.
Lucas’s gaze followed mine, his amber eyes, so like Rowan’s, fixed on Catrina, his small face a mask of confusion.
His scent, a mix of lavender and vanilla and something uniquely his, a sweet, familiar melody that made my heart ache with a love so profound, so overwhelming, it brought tears to my eyes.
But there was no recognition in his gaze, no spark of connection, no flicker of the bond that should have been there, the love that should have united them, mother and son.
“No,” he said, his voice a small, defiant whisper, his gaze darting back to Maggie and Henri, their faces etched with a mix of joy and concern, their scents a blend of pine and woodsmoke and a love that had filled the void, that had protected him, that had become… his family.
“She’s… she’s not my Mama. My Mama… she’s… she’s gone.”
And as his words, a chilling reminder of the sacrifice Catrina had made, the life she’d almost lost, the love we were both fighting to reclaim, echoed in the silence of the garden.
I saw Catrina’s shoulders slump, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists, her knuckles turning white, a silent testament to the pain she was enduring, the grief she was trying to hide, the love she couldn’t express.
She’s breaking, Rowan.
My wolf whimpered, his voice a mournful sound in my chest, a mix of anger and a fierce protectiveness.
We have to do something. We have to… help her.
I reached out, my hand gently squeezing her shoulder, my touch a silent reassurance, a promise of support, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“It’s okay, Catrina,”
I whispered, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding hers, my amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, a determination that mirrored her own, a shared destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“We’ll… we’ll make him see. We’ll… we’ll help him… remember.”
But even as I 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 battle that was yet to be fought, the sacrifices that had yet to be made.
It’s not going to be easy, Rowan. Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s twisted everything. Corrupted everything.
He’s… he’s stolen her memories. Her… her connection to Lucas. To… to… us.
My wolf growled softly, his silver fur bristling, his senses on high alert, ready to face the darkness, to protect the ones we loved, to reclaim the destiny that awaited us.
We have to fight, Rowan. We have to… win. Or we’ll lose… everything.
“Lucas,” I said, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty.
“Your mama, she… she’s been… away. For a long time. But… she’s back now. And she… she loves you very much. She’s… she’s missed you… every single day.”
Lucas looked at me, his amber eyes wide, his small face a mask of confusion, his scent, though familiar, still tinged with a wariness, a distance, that made my heart ache.
“But… but Grandma Maggie… she said… she said my Mama… was… was with the… the butterflies,” he whispered, his voice trembling, his lower lip quivering, his small body, though leaner, more wolfish, still carrying the vulnerability, the innocence, of a child who’d lost his mother, a pup who’d been abandoned.
“She… she said… she said she… she wasn’t… coming back.”
“She’s back now, Lucas,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering, a father’s love, a protector’s promise, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded us.
“She’s… right here. And she’s… never… leaving again.”
I gestured towards Catrina, my gaze meeting hers, a silent plea for understanding, for patience, for a love that could heal the wounds of the past, the scars of our shared ordeal.
But even as I 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 battle that was yet to be fought, the sacrifices that had yet to be made.
Damien’s magic, Rowan. It’s… it’s twisted everything. Corrupted everything. He’s stolen her memories. Her connection to Lucas. To us.
“No,”
Lucas said, his voice small but firm, his gaze fixed on Catrina, a desperate attempt to cling to the familiar, the safe, the love he knew, the family he had.
“She’s… she’s not my Mama. My Mama… she’s… she’s gone.”
And as his words, a chilling echo of the past, the present, the future we were fighting to create, hung heavy in the air, I saw Catrina flinch, her body trembling, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists, her knuckles turning white, a silent testament to the pain she was enduring, the grief she was trying to hide, the love she couldn’t express.
She’s breaking, Rowan. We have to do something.
My wolf’s voice, a desperate plea, a mix of anger and a fierce protectiveness, echoed in my mind, urging me to action, to protect her, to save her, to reclaim the love we’d lost, the future we’d been denied.
I reached out, my hand gently cupping her cheek, my touch a silent reassurance, a promise of support, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t break.
“It’s okay, Catrina,”
I whispered, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding hers, my amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart ache, a determination that mirrored her own, a shared destiny we were both fighting to reclaim.
“We’ll make him see. We’ll help him remember. I promise.”
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