The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Rowan’s POV:
Korvash’s serious face finally relaxed a bit.
“First, you must go to college and pretend to be a student. Our clan needs someone on the inside to keep an eye on things.”
I blinked, surprised. College? Of all the dangerous things I imagined, pretending to be a student wasn’t one of them. But a knot of worry formed in my stomach.
“But…why? What’s so important about this specific college?”
Korvash’s face turned serious again.
“It’s not the college itself, but the people who go there. We think a rival pack is operating within the school, spreading the same evil I told you about.”
I understood. If a dark force was corrupting other werewolves and even humans, letting it grow could be disastrous. I hated lying, but I knew this mission was necessary.
“Okay,” I said, standing up straighter.
“I’ll do it. I’ll go to college and try to find this rival pack.”
The older alpha nodded. “Good. My best scouts will set you up with a fake identity. You must stay undercover at all costs until we figure out the danger.”
I swallowed hard, a sense of unease settling in my gut. “I understand. But…” I thought about my past days.
“What if I’m recognized? What if this puts everything at risk?”
A small smile touched Korvash’s face. “Have faith, Rowan Magnus. The goddess will guide you, as long as your intentions are pure. Are you ready to take this first step?”
My jaw tightened, and I nodded firmly.
“Yes. For my family, my mate…I’ll do whatever it takes.”
So, after days of careful preparation and training from the Drakhors, I found myself walking onto the sunny campus of Wildfield University, pretending to be a normal human student.
It felt strangely familiar, like slipping into a pair of shoes I hadn't worn in a while.
It took me back to high school, to all those years of pretending to be just another face in the crowd.
Back then, it was all about keeping the pack a secret, blending in, acting like my biggest concern was which college football team I was going to play for.
I remembered all those conversations, all those plans for the future I'd made with my human friends.
Talking about aspirations and dreams when I knew all along that my real responsibility, my real life, was waiting for me back home.
It felt strange, thinking about it now, like watching a movie of someone else's life. Except I was the one who'd played the part.…
The campus was busy with activity.
Students were hurrying between buildings, hanging out, talking and laughing.
For a moment, it all felt so…normal. As if I really was just another face in the crowd, free from my worries.
But that illusion broke the moment I reached the dorms and joined the line to get my room assignment.
A familiar voice made my blood run cold.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Rowan friggin’ Magnus! You haven’t changed a bit, man!”
I turned slowly, dread settling in my stomach like a heavy weight. And there he was—Brock Callahan, Catrina’s loud, brash ex-boyfriend from high school.
He was grinning as if we were best friends.
Of course. Of course he’d be at the same university.
Forcing a smile, I shook his hand. “Brock. Yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
His grip was strong and enthusiastic, just like I remembered.
He clapped me on the shoulder with his other hand.
“Too long, man! I can’t believe they put us in the same dorm. Just like old times, eh?” He laughed.
My instincts screamed at me to get away from him. Brock knew me too well.
I feel he’d seen through my human disguise before, back in school. If he sensed how worried I was now…
But leaving would be suspicious. So I pushed down the panic and played along, using the fake confidence I’d learned over the years.
“Heh, yeah…just like old times,” I lied, hoping he didn’t notice my voice shaking.
“Should be…ah, should be a blast, for sure.”
Brock’s loud laugh sounded like a death knell. This was going to be tough. Really tough.
He put his arm around my shoulders and steered me toward the front desk.
As we walked, I glanced over my shoulder. I felt like I was being watched, observed.
Brock’s laughter filled my ears as he led me towards the desk. As we got closer, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. It made the hairs on my neck stand on end.
The game was already on.
I tried to look calm, but my body was tense. This was just the first challenge in what was going to be a dangerous mission.
Failing wasn’t an option.
That’s when I saw a flash of movement through the crowd—long, blonde hair, and familiar hazel eyes. My heart stopped.
Emma Patterson, my ex-girlfriend from high school.
Of course she would be here. The universe just loves to make things difficult for me.
Our eyes met for a moment. Her expression went from surprise to anger and hurt.
She knew right then that I wasn’t here by accident.
She knew that I’d disappeared after graduation without saying goodbye, just like I’d always acted like humans were beneath me, especially human girls.
I felt a pang of something—regret? Shame? I couldn’t say.
Emma had been an innocent victim of my arrogance back then. But I had bigger problems now than dealing with my past mistakes.
So I looked away and followed Brock inside, the fear of my mission choking me like a thick fog.
I didn’t have time for complicated human relationships, not when so much was at stake.
Emma’s angry stare burned into me until the doors closed, blocking her view.
But I could still feel her disgust, her anger at how I’d treated her…at how I’d treated her humanity.
Maybe someday I’d make things right. But not now.
Right now, I had a mission, and there was no room for distractions or regrets.
I could only hope Emma would stay away from me.
But looking at how angry she was, I doubted that would happen.
“Fantastic,” I thought to myself. Another problem to solve.
I straightened my shoulders and tried to be my fake self, the carefree “Rowan Magnus.”
If I let my past with Emma ruin my carefully-crafted disguise, it could ruin everything.