To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332: New perspective

FIA

"What—"

I clamped my hand over his mouth before the word could echo down the corridor. His eyes went wide, shock bleeding through the surprise.

"If you won’t be quiet, we can’t talk here anymore," I hissed.

I grabbed his hand to pull him somewhere more private, but he yanked it back. The movement was sharp enough that I stumbled half a step.

"My mother knows?" he said.

It might have sounded like a question. But I knew damn well that wasn’t a question.

I swallowed. I hated this. Hated that I had to throw the Grand Luna under anything, even if it was to save myself from a different truth. "Yes. She knows."

"And she told you to keep it from me."

"She implored me to keep it from you," I corrected, though the distinction felt paper-thin.

He scoffed. The sound was bitter and disbelieving. "And you agreed to it."

"Yes."

"What?" He stared at me like I had grown a second head. "Why?"

I paused. The words sat heavy on my tongue before I let them out. "Before your new perspective today, you didn’t look like you could take it."

His jaw tightened.

"She said it," I continued. "I agreed. I agreed even harder when you implied it at the pool. Cian, I could see you breaking and to thrust that into you, it didn’t seem fair."

"This is my pack." His voice rose slightly, frustration cracking through. "I’m Alpha. I’m supposed to know everything in and out. At least I’m supposed to try to. And you didn’t think I should know that..." He stopped. Took a breath. "That Valentine was responsible for your accident?"

He combed both hands through his hair, gripping the strands like he needed something to hold onto. "I need to talk to my mother. This is insane."

I put my hand over his chest. His heart was pounding so hard I could feel it hammering against my palm. "This is why we kept it from you. You’re about to do it again. Blow hot."

"Because this changes my plan entirely." He looked around, checking the empty corridor, then leaned in close. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I was going to help Valentine if he took my hand. Madeline has done a lot of horrible shit. But I understand her. I understood why she did what she did at the end of the day even if I hated her and her fucking guts for it. This... This however means she lied to me. Even with everything she spilled. She must have known her father tried to kill you. She didn’t mention that. She didn’t fucking think to mention it."

I wondered... Did the girl even know?

Still, I couldn’t fight her case. There were more important things to think about.

He took a deep breath. It shuddered on the way out.

"Aldric is so obsessed with taking you out, he’s using his witch hand now," he said. "This has to be cut as quickly as possible. No matter which enemy gets the short end of the stick."

Guilt twisted in my chest. "I’m sorry for keeping secrets."

"It’s fine." The words came too quick to be entirely true. "Just... just let’s not keep secrets from each other again. Got it?"

I wanted to nod. I wanted to agree. But instead I heard myself ask, "Can you even handle more?"

He blinked. "What?"

"What I just revealed alone had your blood rushing again."

"Of course I can handle more." He straightened, squaring his shoulders like he could physically brace himself. "Is there more?"

The vision sat on the tip of my tongue. Aldric’s hand doing the deed. The pool of blood red. The way his eyes had looked in those final moments.

But his eyes were already glazed now. His heart still beat too fast beneath my hand. The only reason he hadn’t imploded completely was because I had pulled him back from the edge. One mention of Valentine and he already looked like he was rewriting his entire strategy in his head.

If I gave him another secret right when he was just starting to compartmentalize this one, it would be disastrous.

I shook my head. "No. Nothing else."

The lie tasted sour.

I wasn’t even sure he believed it. But he let it go and that had to count.

"Good." He reached up and placed a kiss on my forehead. The gesture was gentle and automatic. "Just enjoy the day. Pretend like everything is normal. Maybe even keep my mother company. I’ll do well to keep my play entertaining and you will be right there just as the curtain of this madness closes."

Then he turned and walked away.

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