To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194: Hazel must die

FIA

Gabriel Donlon...

The name sat in crisp black lettering on the card, plain and unadorned, like it had no idea what it was capable of doing to me.

There was no title at the top. There was no address either. What was present was just the name and a phone number printed beneath it. It looked neat and something about its simplistic nature screamed confident. The kind of confidence that came from knowing doors would open if you knocked on the right ones.

My fingers curled around the card before I realized what I was doing. The edge bent under the pressure, just a little, enough to leave a crease.

I had braced myself for Aldric. I had rehearsed that betrayal to continue in my head so many times it almost felt inevitable, something I could survive because I had already mourned it in advance. But Gabriel was different. Gabriel was the uncle I had never met, the one Cian never spoke about unless it was to warn someone away, the one whose name always ended conversations rather than starting them.

I had never met this great villain.

How did Hazel get this?

The question refused to leave me alone. It circled and circled, picking at me slowly. When had she gotten it? Had he been at the party, drifting through the crowd while Cian and I danced and laughed and pretended the world was not sharpening knives behind our backs? Or had it happened earlier, somewhere quieter, somewhere more deliberate? What plans were forming while we were still blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.

My heart was pounding hard enough that it felt intrusive, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest. I swallowed, once, then again, trying to force air down into my lungs in a way that felt normal. Were Aldric and Gabriel working together? Because if j tossed the thought around, it made sense that Aldric would be the one to hand something like this over. And if he was in cohorts with his brother, which he probably was, then it was not wrong to assume.

The thought made my stomach roll, slow and sick. I tried to imagine what Gabriel Donlon or Aldric would want with Hazel and came up with nothing that ended well.

The pieces were fitting together whether I wanted them to or not. If Hazel had Gabriel’s card, if there had been communication, then this was not just pack politics, Hazel’s strange rivalry or petty ambition anymore. This was personal. This could touch me. Hell, this would touch Cian. And if I was right, then demotion was not even close to enough. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Hazel could not survive this. I could not let that happen.

The realization landed hard. It was an ugly and undeniable conclusion. Bile crept up the back of my throat and I fought the urge to gag. The fact that I was even capable of thinking this way, of weighing her death like a strategic move instead of the end of a life, made my skin itch with something like shame. But if Hazel was aligning herself with Gabriel Donlon, then trouble would come for Cian and for me whether we invited it or not.

I looked up at Baruch, forcing my expression into something steady. "Did she say anything about this?"

"No." He shook his head. "But I saw how she treated it. I have watched her long enough to know when something matters to her. And the name Donlon..." He hesitated, studying my face. "That is your husband’s house, is it not?"

"It is," I said. The words felt thin in my mouth. "Cian’s uncle. A vile man. One who vanished after everything he did."

Baruch absorbed that without visible reaction, but I saw understanding settle in his eyes, quiet and heavy.

I let out a long breath, slower than the one before it, feeling the weight of the decision I was about to make settle across my shoulders. "I will help you," I said. "But understand this clearly. I am doing it to protect myself. And because your grandmother has no part in this. She does not deserve to suffer for pack games and ambition."

He nodded once, sharp and decisive, like a man who had already accepted the cost.

"Send me the audio," I said. "I will need it as a trump card."

He did not argue. He pulled out his phone, fingers moving quickly. "Give me yours."

I passed it to him and watched him work. When he handed it back, it felt heavier in my palm, like the recording had added weight to it, like proof always did.

I turned toward the front seat. "Garrett."

He met my eyes in the rearview mirror, attentive, unreadable.

"Did you find anything on Madeline or Ronan after we spoke yesterday?"

"I agree," I said. "It is very odd."

Too odd to be coincidence. Too convenient to be innocent.

My eyes drifted back toward the front windshield. The landscape had changed while we talked, shifting from the wild forests of Skollrend territory to something more cultivated, more controlled. Stone walls lined the road now, marking boundaries I had not thought about for a while now.

We were arriving at Silver Creek.

My intestines tightened, twisting into knots that made it hard to sit still. We passed through the gate, the iron bars swinging open with practiced ease, and I realized with sudden, crushing clarity that I was back home.

Or what used to be home.

The estate spread out before us, exactly as I remembered it and completely different all at once. The main house stood tall and proud, its stone facade gleaming in the morning light. Gardens stretched out on either side, perfectly manicured hedges and flowering plants arranged with deliberate care. It should have felt welcoming. It should have felt like coming back to something safe.

Instead, my chest felt tight.

I had grown up here. Run through these halls as a child. Sat at the long dining table and pretended to be part of a family that had never quite wanted me. Every stone, every tree, every carefully placed flower bed held memories I had spent weeks trying to forget.

And now I was back.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the main entrance. The engine died, leaving us in sudden silence. Through the windshield, I could see figures moving towards us.

The emissaries from before.