The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 317: Chapter 317
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Catrina POV:
The Magnus pack elders, their faces etched with years of tradition and a stubborn adherence to the old ways, sat at the long oak table.
This was my first official pack meeting since my return and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken questions, unspoken doubts, unspoken fears.
“So, you’re the omega who… returned.” Elder Thorne’s voice, a gravelly rasp that always grated on my nerves, cut through the tense silence.
He leaned forward. “You’ve been… silent. Perhaps… you have nothing to say for yourself after all this time.”
I met his gaze, my chin lifting, my shoulders squaring, a silent refusal to be intimidated, to be silenced, to be reduced to the role they expected of me.
“I’ve been listening, Elder Thorne,” I said, my voice a low, steady rumble. “And I’ve been learning. I understand your concerns. Your fears.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the assembled elders, each face a study in skepticism. “But I also know what we face. The darkness that still lingers. The enemy that still threatens. And I know what we have to do.”
“And what’s that, Silver Wolf?” Elder Alaric scoffed, the title a mocking jab, his scent, a mix of old spices and a barely-concealed arrogance, filling the room. He was from the Silverwood Clan, a pack known for its power and its rigid adherence to tradition.
“I have listened to you for so long, little omega,” He’d said to me earlier, before the pack meeting. “You would do best to sit still and be quiet.”
“We have to unite,” I said, my gaze holding his. “We have to put aside our doubts, our fears, our… our ancient grudges. We have to become… one. If we’re going to survive.”
A murmur of disapproval rippled through the room, their scents tinged with suspicion. This wasn’t the response they’d expected.
They wanted an explanation, an apology, a show of subservience. But I was done with playing games. It was time for truth.
I shifted my focus to the rest of the elders, my voice gaining strength. “You have all seen what Damien can do. How he twisted and corrupted. How he used our love, our loyalty, against us. You know, as I do, that this threat is not going to disappear. We have to be ready."
I paused, my gaze meeting Rowan’s, his amber eyes burning with a love and pride that calmed my heart.
He was right beside me, my love, my mate, the Alpha who was supposed to lead them, the man I’d been fighting to reclaim.
“I may not be the Luna you expected,” I said, my voice a low growl, a reminder of the power that now flowed through my veins, a strength that came from the heart of the spirit realm, a love that defied even death.
“But I’m here now. And I’m here to stay. As long as Rowan will have me.” My words were a challenge, a declaration, a pledge. And as I looked at Rowan, I knew he understood.
"You talk like a Warrior, not a Luna," Elder Thorne’s voice was a sneer, testing my boundaries, pushing against the strength I was exuding.
“I have seen the spirit realm, Elder,” I stated, my voice low and calm despite the rising tide of anger within. “And if you all don't choose to unite and fight together, I may show all of you just how strong a Luna can be.”
I could feel the shift in the room, a sense of unease, a reluctant respect for the power I'd displayed, the connection to the spirit realm that shimmered around me, a reminder of the sacrifices I had made, the path I had chosen.
“You’re right, Catrina,” Derek’s voice, a low rumble that startled the room, a reminder of the larva’s lingering influence, echoed through the hall, his golden eyes meeting mine, a mix of acceptance and a desperate longing for redemption, for forgiveness.
“You’re not just an omega, or a Luna. You’re… something else. Something… more.”
His words, a confession, a challenge, a recognition of the power that I now possessed, made my heart pound, my wolf stir, a primal response to a connection I’d tried to deny, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
He’s still here, Catrina, my wolf whispered, a reminder of the battle that raged within him, the darkness that he was fighting to contain, the strength he needed to find.
He’s not lost. Not yet.
“And neither are you, Derek.” Rowan’s voice, a gentle caress, a reminder of the love that had endured, the bond that still remained, cut through the tension.
He walked over to his brother, his hand resting on his shoulder, a shared burden, a silent promise of support.
“You’re still my brother. You’re still a Magnus. And you’re still a part of this pack. Always.” He looked at me then, his gaze filled with a love, a gratitude, a respect that made my heart soar.
“And Catrina… she’s not just an omega. She’s our Luna. And she’s… she’s the strongest wolf I know.”
His words, a declaration, a plea, a truth that I’d tried to deny, a recognition of the power that flowed within me, brought tears to my eyes.
“But… where do we go from here, Alpha?” one of the younger wolves asked, his voice a mix of fear and a cautious hope.
"What do we do?" another added.
I met his gaze, my amber eyes burning with a fire that mirrored Rowan’s.
“We rebuild,” I said, my voice a low growl. “We strengthen our defenses. We heal our wounds. We honor the memories of those we’ve lost. And we prepare… for whatever’s coming.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the faces, the scents, the wolves who were now my pack, my family, the love and hope and fear that bound us together.
“And I’m here, with Rowan, to lead you, to guide you, to protect you. To face whatever darkness lies ahead. As your Luna. As an equal. As a friend. ”
And as their gaze, a mix of suspicion and a tentative hope, met mine, a new chapter, a new era, began.
“What do you expect of me?”
I asked Rowan, my voice softer now, the adrenaline of the pack meeting fading, the weariness setting in, the weight of responsibility, of destiny, a heavy burden.
We stood on the balcony of the Magnus Packhouse, the night air crisp, the stars a million diamonds scattered across the velvet sky.
Below, the pack had dispersed, their laughter a welcome sound, a reminder of the hope that had been rekindled, the unity that had been restored.
“You don’t have to do this, Catrina,”
Rowan said, his voice a low rumble, his gaze meeting mine, his amber eyes filled with a love that transcended time, space, and even death itself.
He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You’ve already given up so much. You’ve sacrificed everything. You’ve proven yourself… enough.”
“Enough?”
I echoed, the word tasting like ash on my tongue, a reminder of the life I had lost, the love I had almost abandoned, the doubts that still lingered, the fears I couldn’t quite shake.
He didn’t understand, not really. Not yet.
He didn’t know the weight I carried, the darkness that still lurked, the responsibility I’d embraced.
“I can’t just stand by, Rowan,” I said, my voice a mix of defiance and a fierce protectiveness, my wolf pacing restlessly within me.
“I have to… to do something. To… to protect them. To… to help you.”
He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor, his hand tightening around mine, his touch a constant reassurance, a reminder of our bond, our shared destiny.
“I know, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice filled with a love that made my heart ache. “But you… you don’t have to carry… all of this… alone. We’ll… we’ll do this… together. As a pack. As… as mates.”
“But what about Derek, Rowan?” I asked, the fear I couldn’t express, the darkness that still consumed my heart, surfacing in my voice. “What if… what if he’s… too far gone? What if… what if Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s taken over completely?”
“We won’t let that happen, Catrina,” he said firmly, his gaze meeting mine. “We’ll find a way to… reach him. To… to break Damien’s hold. To… to bring him… back.”
“We have to be… strong, Catrina,” he continued, his voice a low rumble. “We have to be… prepared. And… and we have to… be… ready to sacrifice… everything.”
He paused, his gaze lingering on me, his amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart soar, a warmth that chased away the shadows, a reminder of the bond we shared, the choice we’d both made, the path we’d chosen, the love we were determined to protect.
“And what if… that sacrifice… is our life, Rowan?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, a fear that I couldn’t deny, a premonition of the battles ahead, the darkness that loomed, the love that could be lost, again.
He looked at me then, his gaze searching mine, his amber eyes filled with a mix of determination and a quiet acceptance.
“Then… so be it, Catrina,” he said, his voice a low growl, his touch a soft caress. “Then… we’ll face it… As… one.”
The Magnus pack elders, their faces etched with years of tradition and a stubborn adherence to the old ways, sat at the long oak table.
This was my first official pack meeting since my return and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken questions, unspoken doubts, unspoken fears.
“So, you’re the omega who… returned.” Elder Thorne’s voice, a gravelly rasp that always grated on my nerves, cut through the tense silence.
He leaned forward. “You’ve been… silent. Perhaps… you have nothing to say for yourself after all this time.”
I met his gaze, my chin lifting, my shoulders squaring, a silent refusal to be intimidated, to be silenced, to be reduced to the role they expected of me.
“I’ve been listening, Elder Thorne,” I said, my voice a low, steady rumble. “And I’ve been learning. I understand your concerns. Your fears.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the assembled elders, each face a study in skepticism. “But I also know what we face. The darkness that still lingers. The enemy that still threatens. And I know what we have to do.”
“And what’s that, Silver Wolf?” Elder Alaric scoffed, the title a mocking jab, his scent, a mix of old spices and a barely-concealed arrogance, filling the room. He was from the Silverwood Clan, a pack known for its power and its rigid adherence to tradition.
“I have listened to you for so long, little omega,” He’d said to me earlier, before the pack meeting. “You would do best to sit still and be quiet.”
“We have to unite,” I said, my gaze holding his. “We have to put aside our doubts, our fears, our… our ancient grudges. We have to become… one. If we’re going to survive.”
A murmur of disapproval rippled through the room, their scents tinged with suspicion. This wasn’t the response they’d expected.
They wanted an explanation, an apology, a show of subservience. But I was done with playing games. It was time for truth.
I shifted my focus to the rest of the elders, my voice gaining strength. “You have all seen what Damien can do. How he twisted and corrupted. How he used our love, our loyalty, against us. You know, as I do, that this threat is not going to disappear. We have to be ready."
I paused, my gaze meeting Rowan’s, his amber eyes burning with a love and pride that calmed my heart.
He was right beside me, my love, my mate, the Alpha who was supposed to lead them, the man I’d been fighting to reclaim.
“I may not be the Luna you expected,” I said, my voice a low growl, a reminder of the power that now flowed through my veins, a strength that came from the heart of the spirit realm, a love that defied even death.
“But I’m here now. And I’m here to stay. As long as Rowan will have me.” My words were a challenge, a declaration, a pledge. And as I looked at Rowan, I knew he understood.
"You talk like a Warrior, not a Luna," Elder Thorne’s voice was a sneer, testing my boundaries, pushing against the strength I was exuding.
“I have seen the spirit realm, Elder,” I stated, my voice low and calm despite the rising tide of anger within. “And if you all don't choose to unite and fight together, I may show all of you just how strong a Luna can be.”
I could feel the shift in the room, a sense of unease, a reluctant respect for the power I'd displayed, the connection to the spirit realm that shimmered around me, a reminder of the sacrifices I had made, the path I had chosen.
“You’re right, Catrina,” Derek’s voice, a low rumble that startled the room, a reminder of the larva’s lingering influence, echoed through the hall, his golden eyes meeting mine, a mix of acceptance and a desperate longing for redemption, for forgiveness.
“You’re not just an omega, or a Luna. You’re… something else. Something… more.”
His words, a confession, a challenge, a recognition of the power that I now possessed, made my heart pound, my wolf stir, a primal response to a connection I’d tried to deny, a bond that even Damien’s darkness couldn’t extinguish.
He’s still here, Catrina, my wolf whispered, a reminder of the battle that raged within him, the darkness that he was fighting to contain, the strength he needed to find.
He’s not lost. Not yet.
“And neither are you, Derek.” Rowan’s voice, a gentle caress, a reminder of the love that had endured, the bond that still remained, cut through the tension.
He walked over to his brother, his hand resting on his shoulder, a shared burden, a silent promise of support.
“You’re still my brother. You’re still a Magnus. And you’re still a part of this pack. Always.” He looked at me then, his gaze filled with a love, a gratitude, a respect that made my heart soar.
“And Catrina… she’s not just an omega. She’s our Luna. And she’s… she’s the strongest wolf I know.”
His words, a declaration, a plea, a truth that I’d tried to deny, a recognition of the power that flowed within me, brought tears to my eyes.
“But… where do we go from here, Alpha?” one of the younger wolves asked, his voice a mix of fear and a cautious hope.
"What do we do?" another added.
I met his gaze, my amber eyes burning with a fire that mirrored Rowan’s.
“We rebuild,” I said, my voice a low growl. “We strengthen our defenses. We heal our wounds. We honor the memories of those we’ve lost. And we prepare… for whatever’s coming.”
I paused, my gaze sweeping over the faces, the scents, the wolves who were now my pack, my family, the love and hope and fear that bound us together.
“And I’m here, with Rowan, to lead you, to guide you, to protect you. To face whatever darkness lies ahead. As your Luna. As an equal. As a friend. ”
And as their gaze, a mix of suspicion and a tentative hope, met mine, a new chapter, a new era, began.
“What do you expect of me?”
I asked Rowan, my voice softer now, the adrenaline of the pack meeting fading, the weariness setting in, the weight of responsibility, of destiny, a heavy burden.
We stood on the balcony of the Magnus Packhouse, the night air crisp, the stars a million diamonds scattered across the velvet sky.
Below, the pack had dispersed, their laughter a welcome sound, a reminder of the hope that had been rekindled, the unity that had been restored.
“You don’t have to do this, Catrina,”
Rowan said, his voice a low rumble, his gaze meeting mine, his amber eyes filled with a love that transcended time, space, and even death itself.
He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “You’ve already given up so much. You’ve sacrificed everything. You’ve proven yourself… enough.”
“Enough?”
I echoed, the word tasting like ash on my tongue, a reminder of the life I had lost, the love I had almost abandoned, the doubts that still lingered, the fears I couldn’t quite shake.
He didn’t understand, not really. Not yet.
He didn’t know the weight I carried, the darkness that still lurked, the responsibility I’d embraced.
“I can’t just stand by, Rowan,” I said, my voice a mix of defiance and a fierce protectiveness, my wolf pacing restlessly within me.
“I have to… to do something. To… to protect them. To… to help you.”
He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor, his hand tightening around mine, his touch a constant reassurance, a reminder of our bond, our shared destiny.
“I know, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice filled with a love that made my heart ache. “But you… you don’t have to carry… all of this… alone. We’ll… we’ll do this… together. As a pack. As… as mates.”
“But what about Derek, Rowan?” I asked, the fear I couldn’t express, the darkness that still consumed my heart, surfacing in my voice. “What if… what if he’s… too far gone? What if… what if Damien’s magic… it’s… it’s taken over completely?”
“We won’t let that happen, Catrina,” he said firmly, his gaze meeting mine. “We’ll find a way to… reach him. To… to break Damien’s hold. To… to bring him… back.”
“We have to be… strong, Catrina,” he continued, his voice a low rumble. “We have to be… prepared. And… and we have to… be… ready to sacrifice… everything.”
He paused, his gaze lingering on me, his amber eyes filled with a love that made my heart soar, a warmth that chased away the shadows, a reminder of the bond we shared, the choice we’d both made, the path we’d chosen, the love we were determined to protect.
“And what if… that sacrifice… is our life, Rowan?” I asked, my voice a shaky whisper, a fear that I couldn’t deny, a premonition of the battles ahead, the darkness that loomed, the love that could be lost, again.
He looked at me then, his gaze searching mine, his amber eyes filled with a mix of determination and a quiet acceptance.
“Then… so be it, Catrina,” he said, his voice a low growl, his touch a soft caress. “Then… we’ll face it… As… one.”
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