The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 323: Chapter 323
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Catrina POV:
The silence in the bedroom was heavy, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had raged within me only moments before.
I sat on the edge of the bed, the plush velvet cool against my skin, my gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet his amber eyes.
Afraid of what I might see – a lingering anger, a hidden resentment, a rejection that would confirm my deepest fears.
He’s here, Catrina. My wolf’s voice said.
But a part of me was still hesitant, a vulnerability I couldn't quite shed, the memory of Rowan’s harsh words.
“Rowan,” I whispered, my gaze still fixed on the floor, unable to face him, unable to bear the weight of the unspoken emotions that hung heavy in the air. “I… I’m… sorry.”
My words, a confession of my own fears, my own vulnerabilities, were barely audible, a mix of pride and regret, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap that had grown between us.
“I… I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have spoken to you… like that. I… I know how hard this is for you. And… and I…”
My words trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of my remorse, the pain I’d caused.
“You don’t have to apologize, Catrina.” Rowan’s voice, a soft rumble, a gentle caress, made me lift my gaze to meet his.
He was no longer the distant, angry Alpha who had rejected my help, who had dismissed my pain.
He was Rowan, my mate, the wolf who had stolen my heart, the love I had been fighting for, the man I knew.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my face, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me, a silent reassurance, a promise of understanding, a love that transcended everything.
“I know what I said was… out of line, Catrina,” he continued, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I was lost. Confused. And I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or to push you away.”
His words, a confession of his own struggles, his own vulnerabilities, the demons he had faced, the battles he had fought, were like a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of his love, his compassion, his unwavering devotion.
“I was afraid, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice cracking, his gaze dropping to the floor, the weight of his guilt, his shame, his fear, a heavy burden on his shoulders.
“I was afraid that I’d lost you. That I’d failed you. That I'd never be worthy of you.”
“You’re wrong, Rowan,” I said, my hand reaching out to meet his, my fingers intertwining with his.
“You were always worthy, Rowan. Always. And you’ll always have enough.”
He looked at me then, his amber eyes searching mine, his gaze filled with a love that made my heart ache, a longing that mirrored my own, a gratitude that transcended words.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, Catrina,” he whispered, his hand tightening around mine, his voice a broken plea, a confession of his deepest regrets, a promise to do better, to be better, to always, always, choose love, to always, always, choose… us.
“You were right to call me out. I was wrong. And I’ll… I’ll never… say those words… to you… again. I promise.”
“I know,” I said, my voice soft, my heart thawing, his touch chasing away the shadows, his scent a familiar comfort, a reminder of the love I had been trying to deny, the bond I couldn’t escape.
“And I’m sorry too, Rowan,” I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion, my gaze meeting his, a shared vulnerability, a mutual forgiveness, a love that was finally, truly, free of doubt, of guilt, of fear.
“ I let my anger get the better of me. I let my own pain blind me to your pain. And I said thingsI didn’t mean. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft caress, his hand reaching out to cup my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek, his touch a promise of healing, a balm to my wounded soul.
“We were both hurting. And we both… said things we didn’t mean. ”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, gentle kiss, a reminder of the love we’d shared, a promise of a future we were determined to create, together.
And as we held each other, the silence of the room filled with the quiet rhythm of our breathing, the warmth of our bodies, the comfort of our scents, a sense of peace settled over me, a feeling of… wholeness… that I hadn’t felt since… before.
Before Rowan had vanished into the spirit realm, before Damien’s darkness had threatened to consume us all, before the battle had been fought, the sacrifices had been made, the love had been tested, and found… unbreakable.
“I love you, Catrina,” he whispered, his words a promise, a vow, a confession of a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I love you too, Rowan,”
I whispered back, my voice a breathy sigh, my heart full, my soul at peace, my love for him a fire that burned brighter than ever.
He moved his lips to my neck, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my own wolf craving the connection, the intimacy, the release.
“You’re… you’re so beautiful, Catrina,” he murmured, his voice husky, his amber eyes blazing, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, sending shivers down my spine.
“And you're… strong, Rowan.” I pushed him back slightly, my gaze meeting his, my lips curving into a teasing smile. “And… you’re finally… listening to me.”
He chuckled, a warmth that made my heart ache.
He looked at me with a mix of playful amusement and a shared desire, a promise of a love that was finally free.
“I’m always listening to you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his gaze searching mine, his touch burning a trail across my skin.
“You just don’t always say what I want to hear.”
He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine again, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, a promise of intimacy.
My hands went to his chest, I wanted to feel him, taste him, lose myself in his arms, his scent, his love.
I kissed him back, deeper, hungrier, the sacrifices we’d made, the fears we’d endured, all melting away, replaced by a burning desire, a primal need, a love that could never be denied.
And as our bodies moved together, driven by an ancient rhythm, by a love that had been forged in the fires of loss and grief.
I surrendered, willingly, completely, lost in the warmth, the passion, the love that had finally, truly, found its way home.
The silence in the bedroom was heavy, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had raged within me only moments before.
I sat on the edge of the bed, the plush velvet cool against my skin, my gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet his amber eyes.
Afraid of what I might see – a lingering anger, a hidden resentment, a rejection that would confirm my deepest fears.
He’s here, Catrina. My wolf’s voice said.
But a part of me was still hesitant, a vulnerability I couldn't quite shed, the memory of Rowan’s harsh words.
“Rowan,” I whispered, my gaze still fixed on the floor, unable to face him, unable to bear the weight of the unspoken emotions that hung heavy in the air. “I… I’m… sorry.”
My words, a confession of my own fears, my own vulnerabilities, were barely audible, a mix of pride and regret, a desperate attempt to bridge the gap that had grown between us.
“I… I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have spoken to you… like that. I… I know how hard this is for you. And… and I…”
My words trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of my remorse, the pain I’d caused.
“You don’t have to apologize, Catrina.” Rowan’s voice, a soft rumble, a gentle caress, made me lift my gaze to meet his.
He was no longer the distant, angry Alpha who had rejected my help, who had dismissed my pain.
He was Rowan, my mate, the wolf who had stolen my heart, the love I had been fighting for, the man I knew.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup my face, his touch sending a wave of warmth through me, a silent reassurance, a promise of understanding, a love that transcended everything.
“I know what I said was… out of line, Catrina,” he continued, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I was lost. Confused. And I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or to push you away.”
His words, a confession of his own struggles, his own vulnerabilities, the demons he had faced, the battles he had fought, were like a balm to my wounded soul, a reminder of his love, his compassion, his unwavering devotion.
“I was afraid, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice cracking, his gaze dropping to the floor, the weight of his guilt, his shame, his fear, a heavy burden on his shoulders.
“I was afraid that I’d lost you. That I’d failed you. That I'd never be worthy of you.”
“You’re wrong, Rowan,” I said, my hand reaching out to meet his, my fingers intertwining with his.
“You were always worthy, Rowan. Always. And you’ll always have enough.”
He looked at me then, his amber eyes searching mine, his gaze filled with a love that made my heart ache, a longing that mirrored my own, a gratitude that transcended words.
“I’m… I’m so sorry, Catrina,” he whispered, his hand tightening around mine, his voice a broken plea, a confession of his deepest regrets, a promise to do better, to be better, to always, always, choose love, to always, always, choose… us.
“You were right to call me out. I was wrong. And I’ll… I’ll never… say those words… to you… again. I promise.”
“I know,” I said, my voice soft, my heart thawing, his touch chasing away the shadows, his scent a familiar comfort, a reminder of the love I had been trying to deny, the bond I couldn’t escape.
“And I’m sorry too, Rowan,” I whispered back, my voice thick with emotion, my gaze meeting his, a shared vulnerability, a mutual forgiveness, a love that was finally, truly, free of doubt, of guilt, of fear.
“ I let my anger get the better of me. I let my own pain blind me to your pain. And I said thingsI didn’t mean. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, Catrina,” he said, his voice a soft caress, his hand reaching out to cup my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek, his touch a promise of healing, a balm to my wounded soul.
“We were both hurting. And we both… said things we didn’t mean. ”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, gentle kiss, a reminder of the love we’d shared, a promise of a future we were determined to create, together.
And as we held each other, the silence of the room filled with the quiet rhythm of our breathing, the warmth of our bodies, the comfort of our scents, a sense of peace settled over me, a feeling of… wholeness… that I hadn’t felt since… before.
Before Rowan had vanished into the spirit realm, before Damien’s darkness had threatened to consume us all, before the battle had been fought, the sacrifices had been made, the love had been tested, and found… unbreakable.
“I love you, Catrina,” he whispered, his words a promise, a vow, a confession of a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
“I love you too, Rowan,”
I whispered back, my voice a breathy sigh, my heart full, my soul at peace, my love for him a fire that burned brighter than ever.
He moved his lips to my neck, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my own wolf craving the connection, the intimacy, the release.
“You’re… you’re so beautiful, Catrina,” he murmured, his voice husky, his amber eyes blazing, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, sending shivers down my spine.
“And you're… strong, Rowan.” I pushed him back slightly, my gaze meeting his, my lips curving into a teasing smile. “And… you’re finally… listening to me.”
He chuckled, a warmth that made my heart ache.
He looked at me with a mix of playful amusement and a shared desire, a promise of a love that was finally free.
“I’m always listening to you, Catrina,” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his gaze searching mine, his touch burning a trail across my skin.
“You just don’t always say what I want to hear.”
He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine again, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, a promise of intimacy.
My hands went to his chest, I wanted to feel him, taste him, lose myself in his arms, his scent, his love.
I kissed him back, deeper, hungrier, the sacrifices we’d made, the fears we’d endured, all melting away, replaced by a burning desire, a primal need, a love that could never be denied.
And as our bodies moved together, driven by an ancient rhythm, by a love that had been forged in the fires of loss and grief.
I surrendered, willingly, completely, lost in the warmth, the passion, the love that had finally, truly, found its way home.
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