To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: It costs nothing to be cruel 2

ALDRIC

I had not looked deep enough.

Had not asked the right questions.

Had not connected the dots that were sitting right in front of me.

But now I saw it.

Now it was clear.

And it gave me exactly what I needed.

A way to take out my enemies.

All of them.

At once.

Fleshcraft was a sin.

A crime against the supernatural society.

The kind of crime that carried consequences so severe that even mentioning it in certain circles could get you killed.

And Fia.

A whole Luna of Skollrend was hiding the fact that she was a healer.

It would only make sense if she were not a creation of the goddess.

If she were something else...

Something unnatural...

Something made.

It did not even matter if she actually was.

If I sold the story correctly, it would be bought.

I was a returned Alpha with plenty of secrets to tell. Secrets I had learned while imprisoned. Secrets about Valentine. About Pauline. About the experiments they had conducted in the dark.

I was a saint right now.

A victim. A perfect victim.

Someone who had suffered and survived and come back to tell the truth.

People would listen to me.

They would believe me.

And when I told them that Fia was a product of fleshcraft, and there had been some conspiracy to create her, that she was an abomination walking among them, they would act.

The supernatural council would move.

The royal family would intervene.

Cian would be stripped of his position or worse.

Fia would be taken.

Studied and dissected before being exterminated.

And I would be there to watch it all burn.

But first, I needed those files.

The leverage I had kept on Valentine and Pauline.

The proof of their crimes.

The evidence that would make my story undeniable.

Without those files, it was just my word against theirs.

And while my word carried weight right now, it would not be enough on its own.

I needed proof.

Concrete, undeniable proof.

Which meant I needed to get back into my office.

Into the hidden compartment where I had kept everything. It had one of my secret key.

I turned another corner and started heading toward the wing where my old chambers had been.

The hallways were quiet.

Most people were still recovering from the trial. From the executions. From everything that had happened.

Good.

The fewer people who saw me moving around, the better.

I reached the door to my chambers and stopped.

My hand hovered over the handle.

For a moment, I just stood there.

This room had been mine for years.

Decades.

It had been where I planned. Where I schemed. Where I built my empire piece by piece.

And now I was walking back into it wearing someone else’s face.

The irony was not lost on me.

I pushed the door open.

The room was exactly as I had left it.

Dark wood furniture. Heavy curtains. A desk positioned near the window with papers still scattered across its surface.

No one had touched anything.

No one had dared.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

Then I moved toward the desk.

My fingers traced along the edge of the wood. Searching. Feeling for the small indentation I had carved into the underside years ago. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

There.

I pressed down hard.

A soft click echoed in the quiet.

A panel in the wall beside the desk slid open.

Inside was a small compartment. Hidden, secure and... empty.

I stared at it.

My chest tightened.

The key was gone.

The missing piece that would lead me to every piece of leverage I had spent years collecting.

Gone.

I stood there for a long moment.

Then I let out a slow breath and closed the compartment.

Someone had taken them.

Cian, maybe. Or one of the sentinels acting on his orders.

It did not matter.

It did actually, considering I had fortified the room against magic and reinforced the entirety of that room with titanium.

But Ronan’s version was still out there, and I had a feeling I knew where it was. If it was not there... I could rebuild.

I always did.

I turned away from the desk and walked back toward the door.

That was when I heard it.

A soft sound.

Quiet and almost imperceptible.

It sounded like someone was crying.

I stopped.

The sound was coming from just outside the door.

I opened it slowly.

And there she was.

Elara.

My daughter.

Fuck!

She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her knees were pulled up to her chest. Her face was buried in her hands.

Pathetic, really.

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