To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Teeth 1

HAZEL

The darkness had teeth.

I was running through Silvercreek’s halls, barefoot, my nightgown catching on invisible thorns. The stone floors were cold. So cold they burned. Behind me, footsteps echoed.

They were heavy and they kept multiplying with each turn I took. I didn’t look back. I knew what was chasing me.

The whispers started soft, then grew louder.

Omega. Omega. Omega.

The word wrapped around my throat like fingers. I tried to scream, but my voice came out wrong. Thin. Weak. The sound a prey animal makes when it knows the hunt is over.

I rounded a corner and stopped.

The grand hall stretched before me, filled with wolves from every pack. They stood in rows, silent and still, their eyes tracking my movement. At the front, my mother and father waited on a raised platform. Behind them, a banner hung—the Silvercreek crest, except the silver wolf had been crossed out in blood.

"Please," I whispered. My voice cracked. "Please, I didn’t mean—"

My mother’s face was stone. "You thought you could challenge her and walk away unchanged?"

"I was protecting myself. She was a weak Onega bitch. What could she have really done ? I was nearly mad at what she said to father... I thought I was protecting the family—"

"You were protecting your pride, and stroking your ego" Father said. His voice cut through the hall like a blade. "And now look at you."

I glanced down.

My hands were wrong. The fingers too long, the nails cracked and dirty. When I touched my face, I felt hollows where there shouldn’t be. My cheekbones jutted out sharp enough to cut. My hair fell in clumps when I ran my fingers through it.

"What’s happening to me?"

No one answered.

The crowd began to move. They circled me slowly, closing in. Their faces blurred together, but I caught fragments. Expressions of disgust... I saw pity. Even satisfaction.

Someone laughed and plenty others joined them.

I spun, searching for an exit, but the walls had moved closer. The ceiling pressed down. The air thickened until breathing felt like swallowing mud.

"Stop," I gasped. "Stop, please—"

A hand grabbed my shoulder. I jerked away and found myself face to face with Fia.

Except it wasn’t Fia. Not exactly. Her eyes were too bright, almost glowing. Her smile was wrong. It was too wide and far too sharp. Blood dripped from her hands and her throats and the crimson pooled at her feet.

"Did you really think you’d win?" she asked.

"I—I didn’t—"

"You tried to humiliate me in front of everyone. You called me a liar. A fraud." She stepped closer. The blood spread across the floor, reaching for my bare feet. "So I took everything from you instead."

"No. No, that’s not—"

"Your rank. Your wolf. Your future." Her smile widened. "All of it. Gone."

The crowd began to chant. Low at first, then building.

Omega. Omega. Omega.

I pressed my hands over my ears, but the sound burrowed deeper. It vibrated in my bones, rattled in my skull. I opened my mouth to scream, to tell them they were wrong, that this was temporary, that I was still Luna-born, still important—

But nothing came out.

Even when I reached for my wolf. That warm, powerful presence that had always been there, coiled in my chest like a second heartbeat. The strength I’d felt since birth. The proof of my worth.

It was empty too.

Silence filled the room. Not the comfortable kind. The terrible kind that confirmed everything I didn’t want to know.

"Oh, shut up."

I flinched and turned my head.

Grandmother Pauline stood by the window, arms crossed, her expression carved from ice. She didn’t look at me when she spoke. She just stared out at the grounds beyond the glass.

"The most important thing right now is that you are alive," she continued. Her voice was clipped, matter-of-fact. "Wolf or not, it wouldn’t have mattered if you were beheaded."

The pragmatism of it hit like a slap. I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I possibly say? That I’d rather be dead than be Omega? That losing my wolf felt like losing a limb, except worse, because at least phantom limbs could be mourned? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

My stomach churned. Bile rose in my throat.

I said nothing.

Mother squeezed my hand. I barely felt it.

Movement in my peripheral vision made me look up. My breath caught.

A boy stood in the doorway. Green eyes and with sharp sun kissed features. I looked back at his deeply unsettling green eyes and then at his mouth.

"You." The word came out strangled.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

"You helped her," I said. The accusation hung between us.

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