The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 312: Chapter 312
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Catrina POV:
“It’s done.”
Rowan’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of weariness and relief, broke the comfortable silence that had settled between us, the crackling fire in the hearth..
I looked up from the book I’d been pretending to read, my gaze meeting his, his amber eyes reflecting the firelight.
A warmth that chased away the shadows, the lingering chill of the spirit realm, the memories of the darkness we’d both faced.
He stood by the window, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the glass, his scent, a familiar blend of pine and leather, a comforting presence, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“The divorce,” he clarified, his gaze holding mine, his words a confirmation of the life he’d left behind, the destiny he’d rewritten, the future he was now creating.
“Is official now. Isabelle and I we’re no longer married.”
A strange mix of emotions swirled within me – relief, gratitude, a flicker of something else I couldn’t quite name.
Jealousy?
Possessiveness?
A primal instinct, a she-wolf’s urge to claim what was rightfully hers, a mate who had been stolen, then returned, a love that had been lost, then found again.
I pushed the feelings aside, reminding myself of the complexities of our situation, the sacrifices we’d both made, the altered timeline, the memories that were mine alone to carry, the burden of a past he couldn’t remember, a future we were both still trying to understand.
“I’m glad, Rowan,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze dropping to the book in my lap.
The words blurring, meaningless, my mind still reeling from the events of the past few weeks, his return from the dead, the reunion with Lucas, the looming threat of Damien’s darkness, the knowledge that Derek…
My heart ached, a familiar pain, a reminder of the brother I’d almost lost, the darkness that had almost consumed him, the larva’s insidious whispers, Damien’s twisted control.
We’d saved him, Rowan and I, with the help of Isabelle, Maggie, Henri, Jarrett, even Emma, a human girl whose courage and love had defied everything, had helped us to break through the darkness, to reclaim the light.
“It was… a difficult conversation,”
Rowan continued, his voice a low rumble, his gaze still fixed on me, his words a hesitant confession, a sharing of the burden he carried, the guilt he felt.
“She deserved better, Catrina. I hurt her. I made a promise I couldn’t keep. And I’ll always regret that.”
His words, spoken with a sincerity that made my heart ache, were a reminder of the complexities of our world, the ancient laws, the pack bonds, the sacrifices that had been made, the love that had been lost, and the future we were still trying to create.
“It’s not your fault, Rowan,” I said softly, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of love and understanding, a shared grief, a mutual forgiveness.
“We were both victims of circumstance. Of destiny. Of a love that was forbidden.”
I paused, my words hanging heavy in the air, a reminder of the choices we’d made, the sacrifices we’d both endured, the path that had led us back to each other, a love that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“She understands, Rowan,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty. “She wants you to be happy. With me. With Lucas. She gave you her blessing.”
His gaze softened, his amber eyes shining with a warmth that chased away the shadows, a love that defied everything, a bond that even death itself couldn’t break.
“Thank you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we were fighting for, the destiny we were reclaiming.
“I needed to hear that.”
He walked over to the couch where I sat, his scent, pine and leather, a familiar comfort, filling my senses, and sat down beside me, our bodies close, but not touching, a respectful distance, a reminder of the years we’d lost.
“How is he?” Rowan asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze distant, lost in his own thoughts, the image of our son, Lucas, a bittersweet ache in his heart, a reminder of the father he hadn’t been.
“He’s sleeping,” I replied, my voice a soft murmur, a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s protectiveness, a fierce tenderness that made my heart ache with a mix of joy and a lingering sadness.
“He had a nightmare. Where he still misses us.”
My words, a painful truth, a reminder of the sacrifices we’d both made, the altered timeline, brought a shadow to Rowan’s eyes, a grief that mirrored my own, a shared burden.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against mine, a spark of connection, a silent reassurance, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I know he does. And I’m going to make it right, Catrina. I promise.”
His words, a vow, a plea, a hope, a love that defied everything, filled my heart with a renewed sense of determination.
He paused, his thumb gently stroking my hand,a warmth that spread through my limbs, chasing away the lingering chill of the spirit realm.
His gaze, a playful glint in his amber eyes, met mine, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Unless,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of mischief, a reminder of the carefree Alpha he once was, the boy who’d stolen my heart all those years ago, “Unless… you’re still… jealous of Isabelle.”
I swatted his hand away, a playful reprimand, but my cheeks flushed, betraying the flicker of insecurity that his words had sparked, a lingering doubt, a ghost of the past I couldn’t quite escape.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Rowan,” I said, my voice a mix of annoyance and a warmth I couldn’t hide, my gaze dropping to the floor, a shy smile touching my lips.
“I’m not jealous of Isabelle. Not anymore. She’s… she’s your past, Rowan. And I… I’m your… future.”
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, a sound that vibrated through me, sending shivers down my spine.
He leaned closer, his scent, pine and leather, a familiar comfort, filling my senses, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache, a promise of a future we were both fighting for.
“There’s no one else, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reassurance I desperately needed.
“There’s… only you. Always.”
And as his lips met mine, his kiss a warm, gentle promise, a reaffirmation of the bond we shared, the love that had endured, the destiny we were reclaiming
The shadows of the past, the fear of the future, the whispers of doubt, faded away, replaced by a certainty that settled deep in my soul, a hope that burned brighter than ever.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes shining with a love that made my wolf purr, a gentle melody of contentment and gratitude.
“I love you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft rumble, his words a vow, a plea, a hope, a love that defied everything.
“And I’ll spend every single day… proving it to you. To Lucas. To the world.”
“It’s done.”
Rowan’s voice, a low rumble, a mix of weariness and relief, broke the comfortable silence that had settled between us, the crackling fire in the hearth..
I looked up from the book I’d been pretending to read, my gaze meeting his, his amber eyes reflecting the firelight.
A warmth that chased away the shadows, the lingering chill of the spirit realm, the memories of the darkness we’d both faced.
He stood by the window, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight that streamed through the glass, his scent, a familiar blend of pine and leather, a comforting presence, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the bond that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“The divorce,” he clarified, his gaze holding mine, his words a confirmation of the life he’d left behind, the destiny he’d rewritten, the future he was now creating.
“Is official now. Isabelle and I we’re no longer married.”
A strange mix of emotions swirled within me – relief, gratitude, a flicker of something else I couldn’t quite name.
Jealousy?
Possessiveness?
A primal instinct, a she-wolf’s urge to claim what was rightfully hers, a mate who had been stolen, then returned, a love that had been lost, then found again.
I pushed the feelings aside, reminding myself of the complexities of our situation, the sacrifices we’d both made, the altered timeline, the memories that were mine alone to carry, the burden of a past he couldn’t remember, a future we were both still trying to understand.
“I’m glad, Rowan,” I said, my voice a soft murmur, my gaze dropping to the book in my lap.
The words blurring, meaningless, my mind still reeling from the events of the past few weeks, his return from the dead, the reunion with Lucas, the looming threat of Damien’s darkness, the knowledge that Derek…
My heart ached, a familiar pain, a reminder of the brother I’d almost lost, the darkness that had almost consumed him, the larva’s insidious whispers, Damien’s twisted control.
We’d saved him, Rowan and I, with the help of Isabelle, Maggie, Henri, Jarrett, even Emma, a human girl whose courage and love had defied everything, had helped us to break through the darkness, to reclaim the light.
“It was… a difficult conversation,”
Rowan continued, his voice a low rumble, his gaze still fixed on me, his words a hesitant confession, a sharing of the burden he carried, the guilt he felt.
“She deserved better, Catrina. I hurt her. I made a promise I couldn’t keep. And I’ll always regret that.”
His words, spoken with a sincerity that made my heart ache, were a reminder of the complexities of our world, the ancient laws, the pack bonds, the sacrifices that had been made, the love that had been lost, and the future we were still trying to create.
“It’s not your fault, Rowan,” I said softly, my gaze meeting his, my amber eyes filled with a mix of love and understanding, a shared grief, a mutual forgiveness.
“We were both victims of circumstance. Of destiny. Of a love that was forbidden.”
I paused, my words hanging heavy in the air, a reminder of the choices we’d made, the sacrifices we’d both endured, the path that had led us back to each other, a love that had been tested, twisted, but not broken.
“She understands, Rowan,” I continued, my voice gaining strength, a new resolve replacing the doubt, the fear, the uncertainty. “She wants you to be happy. With me. With Lucas. She gave you her blessing.”
His gaze softened, his amber eyes shining with a warmth that chased away the shadows, a love that defied everything, a bond that even death itself couldn’t break.
“Thank you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of the love we’d shared, the future we were fighting for, the destiny we were reclaiming.
“I needed to hear that.”
He walked over to the couch where I sat, his scent, pine and leather, a familiar comfort, filling my senses, and sat down beside me, our bodies close, but not touching, a respectful distance, a reminder of the years we’d lost.
“How is he?” Rowan asked, his voice a low rumble, his gaze distant, lost in his own thoughts, the image of our son, Lucas, a bittersweet ache in his heart, a reminder of the father he hadn’t been.
“He’s sleeping,” I replied, my voice a soft murmur, a mother’s love, a she-wolf’s protectiveness, a fierce tenderness that made my heart ache with a mix of joy and a lingering sadness.
“He had a nightmare. Where he still misses us.”
My words, a painful truth, a reminder of the sacrifices we’d both made, the altered timeline, brought a shadow to Rowan’s eyes, a grief that mirrored my own, a shared burden.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking, his hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against mine, a spark of connection, a silent reassurance, a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I know he does. And I’m going to make it right, Catrina. I promise.”
His words, a vow, a plea, a hope, a love that defied everything, filled my heart with a renewed sense of determination.
He paused, his thumb gently stroking my hand,a warmth that spread through my limbs, chasing away the lingering chill of the spirit realm.
His gaze, a playful glint in his amber eyes, met mine, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Unless,” he said, his voice a soft murmur, a hint of mischief, a reminder of the carefree Alpha he once was, the boy who’d stolen my heart all those years ago, “Unless… you’re still… jealous of Isabelle.”
I swatted his hand away, a playful reprimand, but my cheeks flushed, betraying the flicker of insecurity that his words had sparked, a lingering doubt, a ghost of the past I couldn’t quite escape.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Rowan,” I said, my voice a mix of annoyance and a warmth I couldn’t hide, my gaze dropping to the floor, a shy smile touching my lips.
“I’m not jealous of Isabelle. Not anymore. She’s… she’s your past, Rowan. And I… I’m your… future.”
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, a sound that vibrated through me, sending shivers down my spine.
He leaned closer, his scent, pine and leather, a familiar comfort, filling my senses, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes burning with a love that made my heart ache, a promise of a future we were both fighting for.
“There’s no one else, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, his words a balm to my wounded soul, a reassurance I desperately needed.
“There’s… only you. Always.”
And as his lips met mine, his kiss a warm, gentle promise, a reaffirmation of the bond we shared, the love that had endured, the destiny we were reclaiming
The shadows of the past, the fear of the future, the whispers of doubt, faded away, replaced by a certainty that settled deep in my soul, a hope that burned brighter than ever.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze holding mine, his amber eyes shining with a love that made my wolf purr, a gentle melody of contentment and gratitude.
“I love you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a soft rumble, his words a vow, a plea, a hope, a love that defied everything.
“And I’ll spend every single day… proving it to you. To Lucas. To the world.”
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