The Alpha's forbidden omega mate - Chapter 84: Chapter 84

Catrina POV:
Brock took me to a small, cozy apartment.
The walls were covered in pictures of us together - at a dance, laughing in the park, sharing a milkshake.
"Welcome home, Catrina," Brock said, his voice warm.
"This is where we used to live, before the accident."
I looked around, feeling strange. It felt familiar, but also wrong.
"I... I don't remember this."
Brock hugged me close.
"It's okay, honey. It'll come back. We have so many great memories here."
I nodded, pushing down the doubts in my mind. Everything felt… off. But Brock seemed so sure, so caring.
Maybe I was just overthinking.
"Take a look around," Brock suggested, pointing to the pictures.
"Maybe it'll help you remember."
Hesitantly, I walked to the nearest picture.
It was us, Brock and me, arms around each other, happy.
It made me feel nostalgic and happy, but also… something else, something I couldn't place.
"That was our first date," Brock said softly.
"We went to the movies and got ice cream. You were nervous, but I knew you were the one for me, Catrina."
I touched the picture, my fingers shaking.
"I... I don't remember."
Brock took my hand. "It's okay, Catrina. We'll make new memories. I'm just glad you're safe with me again."
I kept looking at the pictures, hoping they'd spark a memory.
But the more I looked, the more confused I felt.
There were so many moments - birthdays, holidays, everyday things.
It was like looking at someone else's life, not mine.
"Brock, I..." I stopped, unsure how to say what I felt.
"I don't get it. Why can't I remember any of this?"
He put his hand on my back.
"Don't worry, Catrina. The doctors said you might have memory loss after the accident. I'm here to help you remember."
I nodded, trying to ignore the feeling that something wasn't right.
"I... I want to believe you, Brock. But it all feels so strange, so unreal."
"Hey, it's okay." He hugged me, stroking my hair.
"We'll take it slow. I'm here for you. You just focus on getting better, okay?"
His touch was warm, familiar, and I relaxed in his arms, despite my doubts.
Maybe he was right. Maybe with time, everything would make sense.
As the day went on, Brock was there for me.
He told stories and shared memories, trying to help me remember.
"Remember when we snuck out to the lake at night?" he'd ask, his eyes twinkling.
"We sat on the dock, looking at the stars and talking. You were beautiful in the moonlight."
I'd nod and smile, trying to grab onto those memories. But I couldn't reach them.
"I'm sorry, Brock," I'd say, frustrated. "I just... I can't remember."
He'd always smile reassuringly, hug me, and kiss my forehead.
"It's okay, Catrina. We're together now. That's what matters. Everything else will come back."
His words were comforting, and I started letting my guard down, letting him fill the emptiness in my mind.
Maybe this was how it was supposed to be - Brock and me, starting over.
But even as I started to believe him, a small part of me wondered…
Where was this Rowan he kept talking about?
Why couldn't I remember anything about him, or my life before?
One night, as we were watching a movie, a memory flashed in my mind.
"Wait, I know this movie!" I exclaimed.
"We used to watch it all the time in high school."
Brock beamed. "See? I told you it would come back. We have so many great memories, Catrina. And we'll make more."
I smiled, feeling warm and comforted. Maybe this was where I belonged - with him, in our old life.
But then, another thought crashed in.
"Brock, what about Rowan?" I blurted out, confused.
"You keep talking about him, but I can't remember him. Who is he?"
Brock's face darkened for a second, then he looked sympathetic.
"Rowan? Oh, he was just someone you knew in high school, Catrina. He doesn't matter anymore. It's you and me now, like it always has been."
His words should have reassured me, but they didn't.
Something about the way he talked about Rowan, the way his jaw tightened, worried me.
"But Brock, if I knew him, why can't I remember him?" I asked, my mind racing.
"And why do I feel like something is wrong, like I'm missing something?"
Brock sighed, hugging me close.
"Catrina, you've been through a lot. You're still healing, and it's normal to forget things. Rowan is just a distant memory. He's not part of our life."
I frowned, unconvinced.
"I don't know, Brock. Something feels… off. I can't shake this feeling that there's more to the story."
He held me tighter, his voice hardening.
"Catrina, you're overthinking. Rowan is the past. I'm your future. Isn't that what matters?"
I wanted to say something, but his intense eyes stopped me.
I knew I should trust my instincts, but Brock's presence was comforting, and the gaps in my memory were scary.
"I... I guess you're right," I whispered.
"I'm sorry, Brock. I'm just... confused."
He kissed my forehead. "It's okay, Catrina. I understand. We'll take things slow, and I'll be here for you."
As I leaned into him, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something important, something that would reveal the truth.
But with Brock's words and his warmth, my doubts started to fade, replaced by a feeling of acceptance.
Maybe this was my life now, and Brock was right - the past didn't matter. All that mattered was our future together.
I just hoped that the unease in my stomach would go away, too…