To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: The tragedy of honor

CIAN

"What are you going on about?"

The words were barely out of my mouth before I heard myself and stopped caring. I held up a hand.

"You know what, I really don’t give a shit."

She looked at me like she wanted to argue with that too. Like she had a right to.

"I know you think I’m the worst right now." Her voice had that quality again, the soft careful one. But it wasn’t landing the same way it used to. "But I did want to fight back. I promise you."

I said nothing.

"The only reason Aldric was so cocky," she continued, steadying herself, "is because of the dead man’s switch. He knew I could hurt him at any time. Hell, he knew how dangerous threatening either me or my father was. But he was never scared. He never batted an eye. Because he knew we couldn’t figure it out. Who his closest ally was."

She exhaled.

"In no world would I have ever guessed that Aldric and Ronan were working together." She shook her head slowly. "Doesn’t his mother hate Aldric?"

Something moved in me at that. Something I didn’t want. It came up fast and warm before I could stop it. A memory of her, younger, sitting cross-legged in the summer grass behind the estate asking questions like that with her hair pulled back and a piece of fruit in her hand. The way she would figure things out sideways. The way she always noticed the things everyone else missed.

I took had thought about that Ronan situation. But since she was the on bringing it up in hopes of getting fucking cozy, I buried it before it could breathe.

Because this was not that. She was not that girl. Or maybe she always had been exactly this, and I had chosen not to see it.

"Knowing about the dead man’s switch changes nothing," I said. "You worked in bad faith against me. Against this pack. Against your own kind."

"You think I enjoyed it?" She looked up at me. "Killing her?"

"How the hell would I know?" The words came out harder than I meant them to. "I don’t know you. I thought I did. But I fucking don’t."

She closed her eyes. Her chest rose and fell. She held the breath a moment, then let it go.

"What do you plan to do now," she said quietly. "Imprison me?"

"Yes."

The word landed clean and she didn’t flinch from it.

"Here’s what happens," I said. "When you face the elder’s circle, I will not bring up the fact that you killed Ophelia. I will not touch your father’s fleshcraft situation. In exchange, you testify against Aldric. I want him cornered. Something he cannot talk his way out of. What I have already will most likely fail on its own. You, however, will not."

"I want to help," she said. "I do."

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