To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381: No one mourns the cruel 2

CIAN

I lifted my hand and placed it over hers, where it gripped my arm, not to remove it, not yet, but to ground the moment, to make sure she felt the certainty I was trying to give her.

"But I will never forgive myself if he escapes out of here," I continued, holding her gaze as I spoke, letting the truth of that settle between us before I added, quieter but no less firm, "Help my uncle. I will be fine."

She didn’t release me immediately, and for a moment it felt like time stretched in that space between us, her grip still tight, her eyes searching mine as though she was trying to find something she could trust enough to let go.

I could see everything happening behind her expression, the fear that refused to loosen its hold, the doubt that lingered no matter what I said, and beneath it all, the instinctive need to keep me close, to stop me from stepping into something she believed would take me from her.

For a moment, I thought she might refuse.

Then, slowly, her fingers loosened.

Her hand slipped away from my arm in stages, reluctant and unsteady, as though every inch of distance between us was something she had to force herself to accept.

I didn’t give either of us the chance to reconsider.

The moment she let go, I turned and ran.

The broken window came up fast, its jagged edges catching what little light remained, but I didn’t slow as I reached it, launching myself through the opening with enough force to send the remaining shards scattering as I passed through.

I landed hard outside, my boots crunching against the glass that covered the ground beneath me, the sharp fragments shifting and grinding under my weight, glinting faintly in the fading light of the evening.

Straightening, I lifted my head and looked ahead, my focus narrowing immediately as I took in the scene unfolding beyond the walls.

The sentinels were already deep within the tree line, spread out in a loose formation as they moved through the woods, their movements coordinated but urgent, all of them tracking the same target.

Aldric.

Between them and me, two bodies lay crumpled on the ground, their forms twisted at unnatural angles that made it clear they had gone down hard and fast.

Their throats had been torn open so violently that there was no mistaking the force behind it, the earth beneath them dark and soaked through with blood that had already begun to seep into the soil.

My gaze shifted forward again, following the direction of the pursuit, and this time I caught the trail more clearly, the uneven splatters of blood cutting through the grass and leading deeper into the woods, marking his path in a way that made it impossible to lose.

They had hit him.

He was wounded.

Slower than he had been before.

But still moving.

Then he looked back.

Our eyes met across the distance, and in that instant, everything else seemed to fall away: the noise, the movement, the bodies, the chaos behind me, all of it fading into something distant and irrelevant as my focus locked entirely onto him.

It was just him.

And me.

Nothing else mattered.

He turned and ran.

Something inside me gave way, not gradually, not with hesitation, but all at once, like a line snapping under too much strain.

The world narrowed instantly, collapsing into a single point of focus that left no room for anything else, no space for doubt, no space for anything but the need to close the distance between us.

I had to catch him.

I had to end this.

The shift began before I consciously chose it, my body already moving ahead of my thoughts, committing to the change without waiting for permission, as if some deeper part of me had already decided what needed to happen.

Pain tore through me as it always did, sharp and consuming, my bones breaking and reforming beneath my skin, my muscles stretching and tightening as they reshaped, my skin pulling apart to make room for the fur forcing its way through.

It hurt.

It always hurt.

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