The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 309: Chapter 309
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Rowan POV:
“You’re wrong, Derek. They’re not the enemy.”
My voice, calm yet firm, a resonance of Alpha command laced with a brother’s love, cut through the chaotic symphony of snarls and growls.
The scent of fear and aggression thick in the air, the tension in the room so palpable it crackled like static electricity.
I stood in the doorway of Derek’s study, my gaze fixed on my brother, my heart aching at the sight of him, his fur bristling, his amber eyes blazing with a cold, unnatural fire, the larva’s sickly sweet odor clinging to him like a shroud, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had taken root within him, the monster he was becoming.
He turned, his gaze snapping to mine, a flicker of recognition, of… something… in his eyes, quickly replaced by a snarl, a defensive posture, a primal instinct to protect, to attack, to dominate.
“Rowan?” he growled, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I once knew, a sound that made my wolf whimper, a mix of grief and a fierce protectiveness.
“You… you shouldn’t have… come back.”
“I had to, Derek,”
I said, my voice soft, but unwavering, my gaze holding his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“I had to… come home.”
The room was a shambles, furniture overturned, papers scattered, a testament to the storm that had raged within him, the larva’s destructive power, Damien’s insidious influence.
Isabelle stood beside him, her silver fur gleaming in the dim light, her amber eyes wide with fear, but also with a flicker of hope, of relief, at my arrival, a silent plea for help, a trust in the bond we shared, the love we’d once almost found.
Maggie and Henri stood protectively in front of her, their scents a mix of lavender and pine, their eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a reminder of the family that had become my own, the love that had sustained me, the hope that had brought me back.
Jarrett and the pack warriors, their scents a mix of pine and leather and a growing unease, their eyes fixed on Derek.
Their wolves bristling, ready to fight, to defend, to protect, formed a protective circle around us, a reminder of the pack bond, the loyalty that still remained, the strength we would need to face the darkness that was consuming Derek, the larva’s insidious whispers, Damien’s twisted will.
“Leave, Rowan,” Derek snarled, his voice rising, his eyes burning with a cold fire, his claws fully extended, his wolf a caged animal, desperate to break free, to fight, to dominate.
“This… this is… Magnus pack business. You’re… you’re not… Alpha anymore. You… you gave up… your right… when you… when you…”
His words trailed off, lost in the larva’s cacophony of whispers, Damien’s insidious promises, the memories of our shared past, our rivalry, our love for the same woman, a tangled web of emotions that fueled his rage, his paranoia, his… despair.
“I’m still your Alpha, Derek,” I said, my voice calm, steady, a resonance of Alpha command that cut through the chaos, the noise, the fear, a reminder of the power I carried, the responsibility I’d reclaimed, the love that guided me.
“And you… you’re my brother. And I’m… I’m not going to let you… lose yourself… to this… darkness.”
I took a step closer, my gaze never leaving his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“I know what you’re feeling, Derek,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my words a gentle echo of the pain, the confusion, the loneliness, I’d once felt, the darkness I’d once faced.
“I… I’ve been there. I… I know what it’s like… to… to be lost. To… to feel like… like you’re… you’re losing control. To… to be consumed by… by… something… that… that you… don’t understand.”
I paused, my words hanging heavy in the air, a shared experience, a bond that went beyond our rivalry, our shared history, our love for the same woman.
“But you’re not alone, Derek,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a fierce determination replacing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty.
“You have… us. You have… your pack. Your family. And… me. We’re… we’re here for you, Derek. And… and we’re not going to… let you go.”
My words, a promise, a plea, a love that defied everything, reached him, I could see it in his eyes, a flicker of recognition, of… something… in their amber depths, a spark of the wolf he once was, the brother I’d always loved, the man he could still be.
The larva’s whispers, Damien’s insidious influence, faltered, their hold on him weakening, the darkness momentarily receding, replaced by a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light, a spark of… love.
“Rowan…” he whispered, his voice a broken plea, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and a desperate longing, a yearning for a connection he couldn’t quite grasp, a love he couldn’t quite remember. “I… I…”
His words trailed off, lost in the swirling chaos of his emotions, the larva’s whispers, Damien’s dark magic, the memories of our shared past, our rivalry, a tangled web that threatened to unravel him, to consume him, to destroy him.
“It’s okay, Derek,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“It’s… it’s alright. I’m… I’m here.”
I stepped closer, my arms outstretched, a silent offering, a promise of comfort, of protection, of a love that would never abandon him, a bond that would never be broken.
And as he collapsed into my embrace, his fur burying against my chest, his scent, a mix of pine and leather and the larva’s sickly sweet odor, a reminder of the darkness he was fighting, the battle we were all facing.
“You’re wrong, Derek. They’re not the enemy.”
My voice, calm yet firm, a resonance of Alpha command laced with a brother’s love, cut through the chaotic symphony of snarls and growls.
The scent of fear and aggression thick in the air, the tension in the room so palpable it crackled like static electricity.
I stood in the doorway of Derek’s study, my gaze fixed on my brother, my heart aching at the sight of him, his fur bristling, his amber eyes blazing with a cold, unnatural fire, the larva’s sickly sweet odor clinging to him like a shroud, a chilling reminder of the darkness that had taken root within him, the monster he was becoming.
He turned, his gaze snapping to mine, a flicker of recognition, of… something… in his eyes, quickly replaced by a snarl, a defensive posture, a primal instinct to protect, to attack, to dominate.
“Rowan?” he growled, his voice a distorted echo of the warmth, the gentleness, I once knew, a sound that made my wolf whimper, a mix of grief and a fierce protectiveness.
“You… you shouldn’t have… come back.”
“I had to, Derek,”
I said, my voice soft, but unwavering, my gaze holding his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“I had to… come home.”
The room was a shambles, furniture overturned, papers scattered, a testament to the storm that had raged within him, the larva’s destructive power, Damien’s insidious influence.
Isabelle stood beside him, her silver fur gleaming in the dim light, her amber eyes wide with fear, but also with a flicker of hope, of relief, at my arrival, a silent plea for help, a trust in the bond we shared, the love we’d once almost found.
Maggie and Henri stood protectively in front of her, their scents a mix of lavender and pine, their eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness, a reminder of the family that had become my own, the love that had sustained me, the hope that had brought me back.
Jarrett and the pack warriors, their scents a mix of pine and leather and a growing unease, their eyes fixed on Derek.
Their wolves bristling, ready to fight, to defend, to protect, formed a protective circle around us, a reminder of the pack bond, the loyalty that still remained, the strength we would need to face the darkness that was consuming Derek, the larva’s insidious whispers, Damien’s twisted will.
“Leave, Rowan,” Derek snarled, his voice rising, his eyes burning with a cold fire, his claws fully extended, his wolf a caged animal, desperate to break free, to fight, to dominate.
“This… this is… Magnus pack business. You’re… you’re not… Alpha anymore. You… you gave up… your right… when you… when you…”
His words trailed off, lost in the larva’s cacophony of whispers, Damien’s insidious promises, the memories of our shared past, our rivalry, our love for the same woman, a tangled web of emotions that fueled his rage, his paranoia, his… despair.
“I’m still your Alpha, Derek,” I said, my voice calm, steady, a resonance of Alpha command that cut through the chaos, the noise, the fear, a reminder of the power I carried, the responsibility I’d reclaimed, the love that guided me.
“And you… you’re my brother. And I’m… I’m not going to let you… lose yourself… to this… darkness.”
I took a step closer, my gaze never leaving his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“I know what you’re feeling, Derek,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my words a gentle echo of the pain, the confusion, the loneliness, I’d once felt, the darkness I’d once faced.
“I… I’ve been there. I… I know what it’s like… to… to be lost. To… to feel like… like you’re… you’re losing control. To… to be consumed by… by… something… that… that you… don’t understand.”
I paused, my words hanging heavy in the air, a shared experience, a bond that went beyond our rivalry, our shared history, our love for the same woman.
“But you’re not alone, Derek,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a fierce determination replacing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty.
“You have… us. You have… your pack. Your family. And… me. We’re… we’re here for you, Derek. And… and we’re not going to… let you go.”
My words, a promise, a plea, a love that defied everything, reached him, I could see it in his eyes, a flicker of recognition, of… something… in their amber depths, a spark of the wolf he once was, the brother I’d always loved, the man he could still be.
The larva’s whispers, Damien’s insidious influence, faltered, their hold on him weakening, the darkness momentarily receding, replaced by a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light, a spark of… love.
“Rowan…” he whispered, his voice a broken plea, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and a desperate longing, a yearning for a connection he couldn’t quite grasp, a love he couldn’t quite remember. “I… I…”
His words trailed off, lost in the swirling chaos of his emotions, the larva’s whispers, Damien’s dark magic, the memories of our shared past, our rivalry, a tangled web that threatened to unravel him, to consume him, to destroy him.
“It’s okay, Derek,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze holding his, my amber eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of blood and pack, a bond that even Damien’s darkness, even the larva’s influence, couldn’t break.
“It’s… it’s alright. I’m… I’m here.”
I stepped closer, my arms outstretched, a silent offering, a promise of comfort, of protection, of a love that would never abandon him, a bond that would never be broken.
And as he collapsed into my embrace, his fur burying against my chest, his scent, a mix of pine and leather and the larva’s sickly sweet odor, a reminder of the darkness he was fighting, the battle we were all facing.
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