To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: The question "why" 1

CIAN

I did not rush when I left the room.

Every step down the corridor felt heavier than it should have, like something in me was trying to hold me back, like if I delayed long enough, I could stay in that space with Fia just a little longer. The warmth of her body was still on my skin. I could still feel the imprint of her hands, the way she had moved with me, the way she had said my name like it meant something more than just sound.

But Gabriel was awake.

That thought settled in my chest and refused to move. It pushed everything else aside, even the frustration still coiled low in my body.

By the time I reached the infirmary doors, I had forced myself into place. I was Alpha first. Everything else later.

I pushed the door open.

The scent hit me first. The smell of herbs were everywhere. There was also a signature of dried moss in the air and something bitter underneath it all that always lingered in spaces like this. The kind of smell that clung to sickness and healing both.

My eyes landed on him immediately.

He was sitting upright on one of the cots, with blanket draped loosely over his lap.

Maren was standing beside him with a cloth in her hand. She was checking his pulse, her fingers pressed lightly against his wrist, her focus sharp in that quiet way she always had when she was working.

But he wasn’t looking at her.

He was looking at me.

And the moment our eyes met, something in his face shifted.

It lit up.

It was not subtle. Neither was it restrained. It was immediate. It was clear something had snapped into place inside him. He pushed himself up before Maren could even stop him, the blanket slipping off as he stood.

"Cian."

My name came out rough, but there was something behind it that made my chest tighten.

"Uncle."

I closed the distance between us quickly. The space didn’t feel real, like I was walking through something that hadn’t fully settled yet.

He reached me first.

His hand came down hard against my back, firm, as it was grounding. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"We did it," he said.

The words hit me harder than I expected.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding and nodded, my hand coming up to grip his shoulder.

"We did," I said. "We really did it."

For a second, I just looked at him.

He looked fine. He looked better than he was when I first saw him again after all these years.

There was color all over him. I wondered if it was the sight of the sun and freedom again or Fia’s powers did just that.

"How are you?" I asked, the question coming out quieter than I intended. "Really."

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he reached up and touched his throat, fingers dragging slowly across the skin. Then he turned slightly, angling himself so I could see it clearly.

I got the message that he was passing. He was fine. Better than fine even. The attack that Aldric had made was now non-existent.

"There’s nothing there," he said.

I leaned in without thinking.

He was right.

There was no scar or mark. Not even the slightest sign that anything had ever happened to him and he was very proud of that truth.

"I don’t know how it’s even possible," he continued, his voice low, like he was still trying to understand it himself. "But she healed me."

His eyes flicked back to mine.

"Your Fia healed me."

Something tightened in my chest at the way he said her name.

"She’s a healer," he added, like he was testing the words out loud. "Is she not?"

I exhaled slowly.

It didn’t matter.

That was the truth I had settled on. It didn’t matter what she was, what she could do, what it meant in the grand scheme of everything we were dealing with.

"She’s Fia," I said. "And she is my mate. That’s what matters."

His brows pulled together slightly.

"That doesn’t matter?" he asked.

There was something in his tone. Not disbelief exactly. More like... insistence.

"We don’t have true healers anymore," he went on. "Not like that. They disappeared long ago. This... this matters."

I held his gaze.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it mattered more than I was willing to admit.

But right now, none of that felt as important as the fact that she was rooms away and exhausted because of what she had done for him.

"She’s resting," I said. "Healing you took a lot out of her."

His eyes shifted past me, like he expected to see her standing somewhere behind my shoulder.

"I need to thank her," he said.

"You will," I replied. "Later."

I let that settle for a second before I spoke again.

"But we need to talk."

Something in his expression changed.

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