To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Old Blood, Older Sins 2

LYSANDER

My father smiled again. It was colder this time.

"Blood has memories," he said. "And certain good actors took it upon themselves to recreate what was lost."

My eyes widened.

"Fleshcraft."

I adjusted in my seat and leaned forward.

"Father, that’s a crime. An actual punishable crime."

He waved a hand dismissively.

"I didn’t demand fleshcraft be performed or that I needed that specific kind of healer. I know to use my words carefully. And I documented everything I talked about with Pauline Strati. There is nothing that Lily of the Valley stands to lose in this."

I leaned back. My mind was still trying to catch up to what he was telling me.

"Except for one little thing," I said.

"What is that?"

I met his eyes.

"Did your promise to the Stratis include that I actually marry the Silver Creek girl?"

His eyebrow arched. The silence that followed felt deliberate.

"Why do you ask?" he said.

"I don’t intend to marry the girl."

The words hung in the air between us. My father’s expression did not change. He did not look angry or surprised. He looked like he was calculating something.

"I see," he said finally.

"Do you?" I asked.

He picked up his pen again and tapped it against the edge of the desk.

"You met someone at Silver Creek," he said. It was not a question.

I said nothing.

"The current honorary Luna of Skollrend," he continued. "Fia Donlon. Pauline told me all about it. I thought she had to be joking because my boy has never had eyes for anyone. Not since the bleeding spirit in the woods."

I still said nothing.

He smiled. It was the kind of smile that made me feel like a child again. Like I had been caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen.

"Lysander," he said, "you are my heir. You will marry who is advantageous to this pack. If that is Pauline Strati grandchild, then so be it. In the future, we can discuss an additional bride if you crave it that much, someone with a befitting status. But even then, even if there has to be someone else, we will discuss it. But right now, you will not throw away an alliance because you met a married Omega girl at a trial. What even is that about?"

I leaned forward again.

"She’s not just an Omega girl," I said.

"No," my father agreed. "She’s a married woman. Which makes this conversation even more pointless."

I clenched my jaw. "What if I told you she is the girl I saw that evening? The girl everyone then claimed was a spirit in the woods. A trick on my mind. Despite the very real blood on my hands."

I watched it land.

I stood. The chair scraped against the floor.

"I’ll think about it," I said.

"You’ll do more than think," he replied. "You’ll obey."

I turned and walked toward the door. My hand was on the handle when he spoke again.

"Lysander."

I stopped but did not turn around.

"You carry my blood," he said. His voice had dropped, stripped of patience, stripped of control. "That blood built this pack. It buried its enemies. It decided who lived comfortably and who begged at our gates."

It was getting to threats now. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"So understand this. If you step outside the path I set for you, I will not follow. I will not soften. And I will not protect you from the consequences of daring to stand alone."

I finally turned my head, just enough to glance back at him.

"If you force my hand," he said calmly, "I will break what you are reaching for. Not because I hate you, but because packs survive when heirs remember who they belong to."

His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering.

"Decide carefully, my son. Or you’re about to be painfully reminded that disobedience is not a luxury you can afford. he said. "Disobedience will get you killed. The other will make you a king."

Then just like that, he was done.

I didn’t bother trading words back. I simply opened the door and stepped out. The sentinels bowed again as I passed. This time however, I did not acknowledge them.