To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Have a break

CIAN

My jaws closed, but he got his arm up in time to block.

I bit down hard, feeling bone crack beneath the pressure of my teeth.

He howled and shoved me off with his other hand, throwing me back with enough force to send me crashing into a tree, the impact knocking the air from my lungs in a sudden rush.

By the time I forced myself upright again, he was already pushing to his feet, his body unsteady but still refusing to give out.

Blood covered him now, multiple wounds bleeding freely, his breathing uneven and labored in a way that made it clear how much he had already taken.

But he was still standing.

One of the sentinels moved closer and fired again, the shot hitting his shoulder and spinning him slightly with the impact before forcing him back down onto one knee.

I was on him before he could recover.

My claws raked across his back, tearing through skin and muscle in long, brutal lines, but he twisted sharply and caught me by the scruff, using the grip to throw me sideways and break my momentum.

I hit the ground, rolled, and came back up without hesitation.

We began to circle each other, both of us slowing just enough to measure the other, to search for an opening, to decide how this ended.

We were both bleeding, both wounded, both running on what was left.

But only one of us was walking away from this.

He moved first.

This time, I was ready.

We collided head-on, bodies crashing together in a violent tangle of claws and teeth and raw force, each of us trying to overpower the other, trying to force the fight into something final.

He was stronger than I expected, even wounded, even bleeding out, he was still fighting with a relentless drive that refused to break.

His claws caught me across the ribs in a clean strike, pain flaring instantly as I felt skin split and blood begin to run down my side.

I ignored it.

I shifted my grip and bit down on his arm, the one that was already broken, and this time I committed fully.

The bone shattered completely beneath my jaws.

Aldric screamed again, the sound sharper now, edged with something closer to desperation.

He tore himself free and stumbled backward, his footing less certain than before.

The sentinels took the opening and fired again, three shots in quick succession, all of them hitting as the bullets drove into his chest, his stomach, and his leg.

With that amount of wolfsbane in his system, Aldric went down.

But he did not stay there.

He forced himself back up, slower this time, weaker, his body beginning to fail even as his will refused to follow.

I charged again, putting everything I had left into the movement as I slammed into him and drove us both to the ground.

This time, I did not let go.

My jaws closed around his throat, locking in place as I tasted blood and felt his pulse hammering beneath my teeth, frantic and uneven.

He clawed at me, his movements desperate now, weaker and less controlled as he tried to force me off.

I held on.

I did not loosen my grip.

Then suddenly, he found leverage.

His legs came up and braced against me before he kicked hard, sending me flying backward with enough force to break my hold completely.

I landed badly, my shoulder taking most of the impact. I even heard something shift there, and it came with a sharp, wrong sensation that told me immediately it was not right.

I pushed myself up anyway.

But Aldric was already on me.

He closed the distance and grabbed me by the throat, his grip tightening instantly, claws digging through fur and into skin as he lifted me clean off the ground.

I thrashed and twisted, trying to break free, but his hold did not give; his strength was still overwhelming despite everything.

He pulled me closer until his face was inches from mine. There was blood dripping from his mouth, and it helped make his eyes wild and unhinged.

"You should have stayed down," he rasped.

His other hand came up, his claws extended, the intent behind the movement unmistakable.

He was going to tear me apart, rip me open like it was nothing, without hesitation, without doubt, without even the slightest restraint.

I could see it clearly.

This was it.

This was how it ended.

Then one of his hands exploded.

Not metaphorically. It actually fucking exploded.

Blood, bone, and torn tissue burst outward in a violent spray, the force of it breaking through the moment as Aldric’s scream tore from him, sharp and immediate.

His grip on my throat vanished.

I dropped to the ground and shifted back into my human form almost instantly, dragging air into my lungs as I forced myself upright.

I turned my head.

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