To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: F.I.F

FIA

I sat there. The water was still cold against my feet, but I’d stopped noticing it the way I’d stopped noticing a lot of things that didn’t matter right now.

Cian’s breathing had evened out some, but the tremor in his hands hadn’t quite settled. He was staring at nothing in particular. Or maybe he was staring at everything. At the years of blind trust he’d placed in people who might not have deserved it.

The silence stretched between us. It was not uncomfortable, but it was weighted. It was heavy with plenty of things neither of us wanted to say out loud because speaking them would make them a bit too real.

Then he broke it.

"I heard you screaming when I came to the infirmary." His voice was quiet and careful. "Did you have a bad dream?"

I pulled my legs out of the water. The night air hit my wet skin and I wrapped my arms around them, resting my head on my knees. I turned to look at him.

"Are you trying to change the topic?"

He met my gaze. There was something fragile in his eyes that hadn’t been there before tonight.

"I need this."

I nodded. I understood that. The need to focus on something else. Anything else. Even if that something else was my nightmare.

"It felt so real." The words came easier than I expected. "Like I was living it."

Cian shifted closer. He didn’t touch me, but he was close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"I was trapped in what looked like this sick experimental chamber." My throat tightened at the memory. "And some man wanted to cut me open."

The water lapped at the edge of the pool. The sound was too serene for what I was describing.

"But it felt so real." I pressed my forehead harder against my knees. "And there was that name..."

I stopped. The name sat on my tongue like something that didn’t belong to me.

"What name?"

I lifted my head slightly and looked at him again.

"When I was in Silver Creek for the trial, I bumped into both Pauline Strati and her husband."

"Alpha Dimitri." Cian’s jaw tightened at the name.

"There was a way they looked at me." I could still see it. The shock in Pauline’s eyes. The way her husband had gone completely still. "Especially Pauline. Like they saw a ghost and she called me a strange name. She called me Athena."

Cian frowned. "They thought you looked like this Athena?"

"I wouldn’t really care much about it." I shook my head. "But this strange dream I had. It was like I was some Omega named Athena as well."

I paused, letting the words settle between us.

"It cannot be a coincidence, right? The Stratis rule a pack called Nocturne too. And the man in my strange dream. He mentioned that pack."

Cian was quiet for a moment. He was thinking.

"You think it is some kind of prophetic dream?"

"Maybe they were a lingering thought." I turned my gaze back to the water. "I wouldn’t know why. But perhaps they were. It still felt so real though."

Too real... The kind of real that left marks even after you woke up.

"You can check Skollrend’s library for genealogy records." Cian’s tone had shifted into something more practical and akin to problem solving. "But given it is an Omega, I doubt anything extensive will come out of it."

"It’s probably nothing." I said it but I didn’t quite believe it.

"Is it though?"

I looked at him.

His eyes held mine. There was something there.

"If the goddess brought you back to me, then hell..." He paused and swallowed. "Anything is possible."

The bond hummed between us. A warm and constant thing.

"If she does exist, you will find something in the genealogy records. Even if it is just a footnote." His hand found mine again and he squeezed gently. "But at least, it will put your mind at ease."

I thought about it. About the library and records and names that didn’t belong to me but somehow still felt like it did. I even thought about the idea of a demented experimental chambers being real with men who wanted to cut people open and the word that kept appearing in my nightmares.

Fleshcraft.

I hadn’t mentioned a peep of it to Cian. The word felt too dangerous. Too heavy. It was a great sin after all and if he heard it, I wasn’t sure how he would react to it.

It was a forbidden topic among plenty supernaturals.

So I kept it to myself and buried it deep where the bond couldn’t reach.

"I’m trying." He moved closer and stopped just beside us. "She makes it difficult sometimes."

I made a sound that might have been a laugh.

Morrigan’s arm tightened around me. "Good. She should make your life hell. You should have been with her."

"Oh," I managed. "I actually was fine going alone and it was pack law that Cian not be present to intimidate—"

"That is no damn excuse," Mother-in-law maintained.

She then sighed as she looked between us. At the way Cian stood close enough that the bond pulled taut. At the way I leaned slightly toward him without meaning to.

"You both look exhausted." Her voice softened. "When was the last time either of you even slept properly?"

I opened my mouth and closed it. I couldn’t actually remember having a good long sleep.

Cian didn’t answer either.

Morrigan sighed again. It was the kind of sigh that said she’d expected as much.

"Come." She started guiding me back toward the main part of the estate. "You need rest. Real rest. Not whatever half sleep you’ve been managing between catastrophes."

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. Because she was right and my body was starting to remember how tired it actually was.

Cian fell into step beside us. His hand found mine in the dark and threaded our fingers together.

The night air was cool against my skin. The wet footprints I left behind dried quickly on the warm stone.

Morrigan was talking. Something about making sure Thorne and Maren checked me over one more time and also about getting some food in me.

I listened but the words felt distant. Like they were coming from a place very far away.

My mind kept circling back. To Athena. To Nocturne. I couldn’t even put a finger to it. But something about it just felt like it was on me to find out whether I was just having the worst kind of dream or perhaps it was something prophetic.

The one thing that didn’t leave my mind however was....what Lady Selene had said. About me being loved by her. What exactly did that mean? What even was I now? A healer from the age of legends?

Cian’s thumb traced circles on the back of my hand. The same gentle rhythm from before. It grounded me and kept me tethered to the present.

It helped keep my thoughts from spiralling.

And for now... that was enough.