To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: I wish us the best

SPECIAL Chapter: TEAGAN

The cell was colder than it had been before.

Or maybe it just felt that way now. Now that I had nothing left to do but sit here and wait for them to come for me.

I pressed my back against the stone wall and pulled my knees up to my chest. The position did nothing to warm me. But it made me feel smaller. Less present. Like if I curled up tight enough, maybe I could disappear entirely.

I had failed.

Not just today. Not just in the study, when I had tried to save my boy Ronan and ended up making everything worse.

I had failed years ago.

The moment I made the choice to lie with Aldric. The moment I let him convince me that my husband was the problem. The moment I agreed to help him cover it all up.

I had set Ronan on this path.

I had made him what he was.

And now he was going to die for it.

The thought made something twist violently in my chest. Sharp and hot and impossible to breathe through.

I pressed my forehead against my knees and tried to steady myself.

Being a mother was supposed to mean something.

It was supposed to mean protecting your child. Guiding them. Giving them the tools they needed to survive in a world that would try to break them.

I had done none of that.

Instead, I had lied to him. Used him. Let him grow up thinking his father hated him for no reason when the truth was so much worse.

And when he finally learned the truth, when he finally understood what I had done, I had not been there to help him process it. To help him heal.

Aldric had been there instead.

Aldric had taken my broken son and twisted him into something even more damaged. Something dangerous.

And I had let it happen.

The door at the end of the corridor opened.

I lifted my head.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Multiple sets. Heavy boots against stone.

The guards were coming back.

I stood slowly and moved toward the bars.

Two sentinels appeared. They were dragging Ronan between them. His hands were still in chains. His head was down. He looked exhausted.

One of the sentinels laughed.

"We have to go sharpen the machete," he said to the other. "Make sure it is ready for the beheading."

The second one grinned.

"Better sharpen it well. We do not want a repeat of last time. Took three swings to get through."

They both laughed.

Horror washed over me.

They were talking about killing my son like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.

They reached the cell and unlocked the door. Then they shoved Ronan inside.

He stumbled and caught himself against the wall.

The door slammed shut behind him.

The sentinels walked away, still laughing. Their voices faded down the corridor until there was nothing but silence again.

Ronan did not move from where he stood.

I crossed the cell quickly and stopped a few feet away from him.

"What happened to Aldric?" I asked.

My voice came out quieter than I intended. Shakier.

Ronan lifted his head slowly and looked at me.

"He is dead."

The words were flat and empty when they should have brought me peace because I knew what it meant for my boy.

I felt my breath catch.

"And you were sentenced."

He stared at me for a long moment. Then his expression shifted into something harder.

"Why?" he asked. "Do you want to make this about yourself again, Mom?"

The accusation hit me like a slap.

I shook my head quickly.

"No. I had time to reflect, and I see I sent you down this path."

I took a step closer.

"Not all of it is my fault. But a big chunk is. I made you this, and I am the reason you ended up here."

I reached out slowly. My hand trembled as I lifted it toward his face.

He did not push me away.

My fingers touched his cheek gently. His skin was cold.

A sigh of pain escaped me. It caught in my throat and turned into something that sounded like a sob.

"I guess you want to make up to give yourself peace," Ronan said. His voice was bitter. "So you feel less guilt when I perish, which will be any minute now."

I shook my head.

"I confessed to being an accessory to murder. I will die too."

He blinked.

For a moment, he looked surprised. Then the bitterness returned.

"Then what is the point of this?"

I looked at him. Really looked at him.

My son.

The boy I had carried for nine months. The boy I had held when he cried. The boy I had failed in every way that mattered.

"Being beheaded by a machete is not a way to go," I said quietly.

Ronan frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"You will not be able to come back to this world again."

He let out a short laugh. It sounded hollow.

"That is superstitious. You should not subscribe to that."

"There is truth in superstition."

I dropped my hand from his face and stepped back slightly.

"Maybe I will not have the chance to be the best in this life. But I promise you here, in our next life, I will be the best of the best."

The words felt inadequate. Too small for what I needed to say. But they were all I had.

I moved forward and pulled him into a hug.

He went stiff at first. Then slowly his body relaxed against mine.

"What life though?" he asked quietly. "If your superstitions have any truth in them... There will be no new life for us when we get beheaded."

I did not answer.

I just held him tighter.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them back, but they came anyway. Hot and relentless.

I shifted my position slightly and moved behind him. My arms stayed around him, but now my hands were positioned differently.

One hand came up to rest against his throat.

The chains on his wrists would prevent him from stopping me. I had noticed that earlier. The way they restricted his movement. The way they kept his hands locked in front of him.

He could not reach behind himself.

He could not stop this.

I tightened my grip.

Not hard. Not yet.

Ronan went rigid immediately sensing my righteous intentions.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

His voice was sharp, and he was so confused.

Goddess, my little boy. My beautiful, beautiful boy.

It would work. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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