To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Paternal Bond 1

ALDRIC

The guards shoved us through the doorway so hard my shoulder struck the stone frame on the way in.

That bastard would pay for that.

I staggered a step into the cell before I caught my balance, boots scraping against the damp floor. The door slammed behind us with a heavy clang that echoed through the corridor, the kind of sound that carried finality with it. For a moment it seemed to linger in the air, bouncing off the walls before fading into the silence.

The place smelled wrong. Damp earth, rusted iron, the stale scent of somewhere people were not meant to stay long.

I walked toward the far wall without thinking about it, needing distance from the door, from the guards, from the way my pulse had started hammering in my chest the moment the bars closed behind us. When I reached the stone, I pressed my palm flat against it. The surface was rough beneath my skin, cold enough that it bit into my hand.

For a few seconds the cold steadied me.

Then the heat beneath my skin surged again and I pulled my hand back.

Something felt wrong with my body.

I could feel it crawling through me, spreading from the center of my chest outward like a fever that had been waiting for the right moment to rise.

Was my body succumbing to the factor that I might be cornered?

Behind me Ronan started pacing.

His boots scraped across the floor in an uneven rhythm, back and forth between the bars and the wall like a caged animal that had not yet accepted the cage.

"How did this even happen?"

His voice sounded strained, thinner than I had ever heard it.

I kept my eyes on the cracks running through the stone wall in front of me. Lines of old mortar split apart by time, thin veins spreading through the rock.

I did not answer.

"Aldric... I mean father..."

The heat crept up my neck.

Still I said nothing.

"Father, answer me."

I turned slowly.

Ronan had stopped pacing. He stood in the center of the cell now with his hands clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling faster than it should have. His face was flushed and his jaw looked tight enough to crack a tooth.

He looked like he wanted to hit something.

What were the chances it was going to be me?

I met his eyes and held them.

"You have always been smart with this," he said, his voice dropping lower now that he had my attention. "Calculated. You taught me how to think ahead. How to read people before they opened their mouths. You taught me to anticipate the moves before they were even made."

He stepped closer.

"I cannot believe Cian played us."

The words settled in the space between us.

I felt sweat forming along my hairline, sliding slowly down my temple. My shirt had begun sticking to my back, damp where the heat kept rising through my body.

Something was happening inside me that I could not control.

The thought slid into my mind again before I could stop it.

Fear.

My body was reacting to fear.

The realization made something twist inside my stomach. I hated the feeling immediately. It felt weak, humiliating, like some part of me had surrendered without asking permission.

I had spent my entire life mastering control. Control over men, over situations, over my own reactions. Panic belonged to other people. Panic belonged to those who had never learned how the world truly worked.

And now I stood in a cell sweating like a man who had just realized the rope had already been tied.

Pathetic.

"You aren’t saying anything."

Ronan’s voice dragged me back.

I straightened, rolling my shoulders back and forcing the tension out of my hands before he could see the tremor there.

"You believed my cause, didn’t you?"

My voice came out for the first time steadier than I felt.

"Then keep doing that. Keep believing me."

He studied my face, searching for something in it. I could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes, brief but unmistakable. Ronan had always been quick to trust, but he was not blind.

"I am not like the others," he said finally.

He took another step forward until only a few feet separated us.

"I stood by your side because you are my father."

The word hit me harder than I expected.

Father.

For a moment something old and buried stirred in my chest, something I had spent years refusing to examine too closely. I pushed it down before it could grow teeth.

I couldn’t be paternal now. That was just plain dumb.

I closed the remaining distance and reached for his hand.

His fingers were warm when they closed around mine, strong in the way only youth could be.

Solid.

Loyal.

"And unlike the man who raised you," I said quietly, "have I ever failed you?"

Ronan did not hesitate.

The uncertainty vanished from his expression like it had never been there. His grip tightened around my hand.

"No."

I nodded once.

"You are my blood," I told him. "I would never abandon you. Not the way that man did. When someone stands against us..."

"They fall."

He finished the words without hesitation.

I allowed myself a faint smile.

"That is the truth."

I released his hand and turned away before the heat surging through my body could betray me again. Each pulse of it felt stronger than the last, like something building beneath my skin.

I crossed the small cell and lowered myself onto the narrow stone bench against the wall. The moment my back touched the cold surface I felt a brief wave of relief.

Not enough to stop the sweating.

But enough that my legs stopped feeling like they might give out.

Ronan remained standing near the center of the cell. I could feel his eyes on me as he folded his arms across his chest.

"How do we get out of this?"

His voice sounded calmer now. The panic had settled into something sharper.

Strategy.

I leaned my head back against the stone and closed my eyes for a moment. The cold seeped slowly through my shirt and into my spine.

It did help me think.

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