To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429: True Story 2

LYSANDER

The name meant nothing to me. I didn’t know a Gabriel. I didn’t know anyone connected to Skollrend outside of Fia herself.

But this Gabriel knew my father. He knew where to send this letter. He knew what words to use to make it impossible to ignore.

I read the letter again. Slower this time. Looking for holes. Looking for exaggeration. Looking for anything that would let me dismiss it outright.

I found nothing.

The language was too precise. Too confident. This was not the work of someone desperate or delusional. This was someone who had done their research. Someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

I looked up at my father.

He was watching me with that same calm expression he always wore. Like he had already made his decision and was simply waiting for me to catch up.

"What do you think?" he asked.

I folded the letter carefully and set it back on his desk.

"Who is this Gabriel?" I shot back instead.

His father sighed and then says if I have to guess, and with the massacre that happened in Skollrend recently, it would be the freshly returned Alpha blood and uncle to Cian Donlon."

Family betrayal? What else was new?

"I think this is dangerous," I said.

"Dangerous how?"

"Dangerous in every possible way." I gestured toward the letter. "This Gabriel, whatever his intention is, is offering you leverage to strengthen your already tense relationship with mother’s family and in doing so go against Skollrend. Against Cian Donlon himself. That kind of power doesn’t come without a cost. Why you? It is clear who he wants to take down... and Fleshcraft? We cannot believe that. The girl was born to an Alpha of Silvercreek. She cannot be born from fleshcraft. Something is off, and you must know it father."

"Everything has a cost," my father said.

"This one might be higher than you’re willing to pay."

He smiled. "You don’t know what I’m willing to pay."

I didn’t respond to that.

He leaned forward slightly. "You still care about this girl."

It wasn’t a question.

"I did," I said, and when I looked into his eyes, I needed to quickly add, "Once."

"And now?"

"Now she’s married to someone else, like you had to remind me. I was late. That ship has sailed. I know you worry about my fixation. But that does not matter."

"That doesn’t answer my question."

I met his eyes. "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to tell me the truth." His voice was even. Unbothered. "Do you still care about her?"

I hesitated. It felt like he was sounding me out, and my answer would determine what came next.

The truth was complicated. The truth was that I was still trying to forget Fia. Trying to bury whatever I had felt for her under layers of duty and logic and sheer willpower. And I would like to think that I had almost succeeded.

Almost.

But seeing her picture again brought it all back. The way she had looked at me that first time we met. The way she had smiled. The way she had made me feel like maybe, just maybe, there was something in this world worth wanting that wasn’t tied to my father’s approval.

"It doesn’t matter," I said finally.

I clenched and quickly unclenched my fist so he would not see how heated those words had me. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

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