To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Mistress Of The Game 2 (M)

HAZEL

He did.

He slammed into my ass like he wanted to rearrange my guts, choking me the whole time, dragging my head back by the throat so he could spit in my mouth and make me swallow it. I came on nothing, screaming, my body convulsing around him.

"You dirty fucking girl," he snarled. "Coming while I’m buried in your ass?"

I nodded, mouth open, moaning like an animal. "I love your cock, Milo—goddess—I love it so much—"

He yanked me up by the hair and turned my face to kiss me, rough and messy, his tongue forcing into my mouth while he fucked me deep. I was drooling again, body limp, ass aching and stretched around him. I wanted him to break me. I wanted to be nothing but this for him.

He didn’t slow down.

My pussy dripped onto the sheets, unused but aching with the echoes of my orgasm. I could feel his cock throb, his breath hitching, and then he shoved all the way in and came hard, choking me tighter until the room spun.

"Fuuuck—Hazel—take all of it—"

I gasped, body twitching as his cum filled me, hot and deep and filthy.

When he finally let go of my neck, I collapsed into the bed, boneless, eyes fluttering. He pulled out slow, cum sliding out of me in a sticky mess. I whimpered at the loss.

He dropped beside me, panting, and pulled me into his arms like I hadn’t just let him use every part of me. His lips pressed to my temple, and I curled into him, body aching, used, perfect.

"I was thinking," he murmured beside me. "Once things settle down here, once people stop talking about what Fia did or my connection to her. I could ask your father properly. About us. About marriage."

I turned to look at him. His eyes were bright with hope. Pathetic, really, how much he wanted this. How much he wanted me.

"I want to put a ring on your finger," he continued. His hand found mine and he held it like it was something sacred. "Run this pack with you. Raise pups with you."

The image he was painting was so ridiculous that I almost laughed right then. Almost lost control and let the real me show through. A sentinel running a pack alongside a Luna. In what world did that happen? In what fantasy was Milo operating?

But I held it back. I let the smile play at the corners of my mouth instead. Let him see what he wanted to see: a girl who loved him. A girl who was grateful. A girl who might actually want the future he was describing.

"Oh Milo," I said softly. I leaned closer to him, pressing my lips to his neck. Letting him feel wanted. Letting him feel like he’d won something.

Then I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. And I let the laugh come. It started small, just a quiet breath of amusement. Then it grew. Louder. Harsher. Until I was actually laughing at him, at the absurdity of everything coming out of his mouth.

I couldn’t help myself even though I tried.

His face changed. I watched the hope drain away, replaced by confusion.

"What?" he asked.

"You cannot be that delusional."

The words hung in the air between us. I sat up, putting distance between our bodies. I needed him to understand what was about to happen. Needed him to really hear me.

"You think I love you?" I continued. "Milo, you were a tool. Nothing more. A way to hurt my sister. A means to an end."

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again like he was a fish out of water.

I let the silence stretch for a moment. Let him feel the full weight of his situation.

"You are only permitted to lay hands on me when I need you to," I said quietly. "And right now, you are getting on my nerves. So fuck out, Milo."

His hands dropped like I’d burned him. He scrambled off the bed, his chest heaving. He grabbed his shirt from where he’d thrown it, pulling it back on with shaking hands.

"I loved you," he said. His voice was broken. Hollow.

I didn’t even bother answering. Just turned away from him like he’d stopped mattering the second the words left his mouth. Which, really, he had.

The door slammed behind him a moment later.

I waited until his footsteps faded down the hallway before I let myself smile. The real smile. The one that showed exactly what I was.

Fia was gone. Milo was broken and compliant. The pack had money for my shit now. And I had a future that actually meant something.

The Mate Ball was going to be so much better now. All those Alphas who’d ignored Silver Creek before would be watching me. Wanting me. And this time, I wouldn’t settle for a political arrangement or a sentinel with delusions of grandeur. This time, I’d find someone truly worthy.

Until then, Milo could still serve his purpose. He was good at one thing at least. And for a girl like me, sometimes that was enough.

I lay back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, already thinking about what I would wear to the ball. Already imagining the way other Alphas would look at me. The way they’d want me.

It felt good to finally have a future worth looking forward to.

It felt even better to have destroyed my sister to get it.