To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: The Kids are fine

CAMILLE’S POV

There it was again. That Cheshire cat smile. I ran a hand through my hair and fixed my masks.

I watched Dimitri’s eyes squint with scrutiny. "The mask is a part of you, isn’t it?"

"Yeah," I managed to respond, making my way to where Sophia was sitting. Sophia looked at me puzzled. Collins also did the same and I didn’t need to be a telepath to know why.

The mask was new for them. I only hid my identity when I was using my gifts and now was one of those times. If the situation were different, I would have considered it. But I sat with three people who knew me from my past.

My eyes danced across the table. Eva was present, sipping a glass of orange juice as she dissected her food like it was the worst thing she had laid her eyes on.

Neal was at the other end of the table. He was busy with his phone and his food was barely touched.

Dimitri on the other hand was playing the role of dutiful father. It made me uncomfortable to see it happen in real time because it made me feel like a villain. Was I doing the right thing keeping it a secret? How was I even supposed to go through with it? Collins and Sophia were a result of a drunk one-night stand that he probably didn’t remember. Probably was mild. He had laid eyes on me once. He didn’t remember it. So, there was no point shackling him with the burden of responsibility. Keeping the kids had been my choice.

One of the servants approached with an empty plate and a glass. The glass was filled first with orange juice. Without much thought, I reached for the glass to drink, momentarily forgetting about the mask covering my mouth. As the glass brushed against the protective clothing, I instinctively put it down in embarrassment. That’s when a voice whispered in the back of my head, "But our mate would make a wonderful father, wouldn’t he?"

A cold shiver ran down my spine, and to my surprise, the glass I was about to drop on the table slipped from my hand. It tipped over, spilling orange juice across the pristine white tablecloth. Eva, seated opposite me, bore the brunt of the spill.

"Fuck!" She swore, shooting me a death glare. "Are you clumsy or just retarded?!"

The whole room fell into silence as everyone stared down at me and then Eva.

"Eva, that is rude." The woman from yesterday broke the silence. "She is a guest of the kingdom just as you are. Courtesy demands that you treat her with respect."

"Oh, Milana, spare me that. Can’t you see what she did?"

"I apologize," I cut in, my eyes fixated on Sophia who was appalled by what Eva had said.

"What?" Eva snickered. "your apology isn’t going to miraculously fix–"

"I am not done talking," I cut her off.

Eva’s eyes shot wide like she couldn’t believe I would dare clap back.

"It was an accident," I continued. "But it is fine by me if you don’t want to believe that. All I ask is that you watch your language when you are around my kids."

My statement hung in the air, and the room was wrapped in tense silence. Eva’s pride seemed wounded so of course she wouldn’t back down without receiving her pound of flesh.

"Aren’t you a single mother? Language is the least you should be worried about when it comes to your kids. You should have seen how they acted like god-damned ani–"

"Eva, that is enough." Dimitri cut in, slamming the spoon in his hand on his plate. "I will not accept you disrespecting my guests."

I acknowledged Dimitri’s defence with an awkward smile.

Eva glared at me, clearly displeased with being silenced. But she did keep her mouth shut. Almost like she respected Dimitri.

I seized the opportunity to maintain my composure and redirect the focus to something else.

My wolf rarely spoke. The first time I heard it speak was when I was on the brink of death. The accident vividly flashed at the back of my hand as I attempted to black it out. But it was doing it again.

"Are you there?" I sent back, hoping the mental link would be sustained.

I felt somehow guilty.

"But how?!" Dimitri’s voice was cracking. The new world he had probably built for himself was crashing down on him before he even got a chance to enjoy it. "He was fine yesterday."

"He was fine this morning too. It started some minutes ago." The sentinel responded. "He just started screaming and when we went to check him out. His entire flesh had turned black. It’s even worse than before."

"No." Dimitri shook his head. "I have to see this myself."

, too, couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, knowing that Hector’s condition might have worsened because of my gift.

"I’m going with you," I asserted, my voice firm, although a pang of guilt lingered within me.

Everyone on the table stood up. Neal instructed one of the guards to stay with the children and keep watch while we all followed the other to where Hector was imprisoned.

I could barely keep up with the pace of everyone. I kept wondering what I had done wrong. Did I not finish the job? Was the strange disease stronger than my abilities could take?

"Thinking?" A voice interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to find Neal beside me, his expression a blend of concern and curiosity.

"I..." I hesitated, not sure how to express my frustration. "I thought I had cured Hector completely. I don’t understand why the disease is back and worse than before."

Neal placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You’ve done everything you can, Cameryn. Sometimes, things are beyond our control."

He was right. But why did it hurt so much? I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. I was forced back into this world against my will. But here I was pressed that Dimitri’s hopes were shattered.

It was a sentiment I didn’t want to admit that I understood.