To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: The Perfect Victim

FIA

"Was it?" My voice softened. "Was everything really fine? Or were you just not paying attention?"

"Fuck you." She turned and stormed toward the pool. I thought she was leaving. Thought this was over.

But she grabbed a pool chair. Lifted it. Started to swing it toward me.

The Omega screamed.

I dove to the side. The chair missed me by inches. It crashed into the ground where I’d been standing. Metal scraped against stone.

Elara grabbed for it again.

But this time, I did not move out of fear. I moved with intention.

Her fingers barely closed around the metal before my hand wrapped around her wrist. A simple twist. A sharp pivot of my foot. Her body turned with the force whether she wanted it to or not. The chair slipped from her grip and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

She stumbled forward with a shocked breath.

I stepped in close.

"Did you forget something?" I said. My voice was quiet. Calm in a way that made her flinch. "This whore took defense classes. Real ones. Not the pretty Luna etiquette nonsense you grew up with."

Her mouth opened but nothing came out.

"Since you want to be a classist pig who is blind to her father’s sins, let me tell you something." I leaned in. My breath warm against her ear. "I might be a bottom barrel Omega. But I am the mate and bride to your cousin. I am Luna. Ruling Luna. It does not matter if you were born and bred and classified a certain way. You will still bow to this whore."

I reached up and wiped the last streak of spit from my cheek with two fingers. Slowly. Deliberately.

Then I smeared it through her perfect hair.

Elara froze. Her eye twitched. Just once. It was sharp and preached of violence nonetheless.

I smiled.

"There it is." She murmured. "The person you showed my father. The real you. I knew the sweet innocent weak little act you put on was nothing but a mask. This is who you are."

"Okay?"

The single word seemed to throw her. Her face reddened. Her hands clenched tighter at her sides.

"You filthy creature." Her voice cracked. "You will not last here. I promise you."

"Or maybe," I said, "it is you who will not last here."

That landed. I saw it hit her. Saw the panic flicker in her eyes before rage swallowed it up.

She lunged.

Her palms slammed into my chest. She shoved with everything she had.

Then familiar feeling tugged me in my guts and I suddenly saw Cian in the corner of my eye.

He hadn’t been there before. His entire body was tense. Ready to leap. Ready to tear someone apart.

I could have caught myself. Easily. My training and instincts screamed at me to balance. To turn the fall into a step. To stay standing. To remain in control.

But Elara needed a taste of her own medicine. She needed consequences. She needed witnesses.

Everyone loved a victim. I had seen it a million times. Even Hazel had played it a thousand times. If she had spent her whole life pretending she was one, it has to feel good.

Right?

So I let go.

I smiled at her.

"I do not care." He took a step toward her. Elara stumbled back. "You put your hands on my mate. You pushed her into the pool."

"Cian, she..."

"Leave." The word was a command. Absolute. "Now." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Elara’s mouth worked but no sound came out. She looked from Cian to me. Back to Cian. Tears gathered in her eyes.

"I said leave! Before I do something I regret."

She turned and ran. Her footsteps echoed against the stone. Then faded.

Cian was at the pool’s edge in seconds. He knelt down. Extended his hand.

I swam toward him. My movements slow. Deliberate. When I reached the edge, I placed my hand in his.

He pulled me up with ease. Water poured off me. Pooled at my feet.

His hands went to my face. Cupped my cheeks. His eyes searched mine. Looking for injury. For pain. For anything wrong.

"Are you hurt?"

I shook my head. Water dripped from my hair onto his hands. "I am fine."

"She hit you." His thumb brushed across my cheek. Where Elara had slapped me. "I see the marks."

His rage kept hitting new limits.

"I hit her back."

Something flickered in his eyes. Surprise maybe. Or approval. "Good."