To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435: Finally sleep with it

FIA

Get up.

My mother’s voice cut through the fog in my head, steady and sharp, as if she stood over me instead of somewhere far beyond reach.

Get up, Fia.

I tried. I really did. But my body refused to listen.

Pain sat everywhere at once, not in one place I could brace against, but spread through me like it owned every inch. My skin felt wrong, stretched too tight over bones that ached deep and heavy. When I tried to move my fingers, the effort dragged through something jagged, as my nerves had turned into shards of glass. Even breathing felt like a mistake.

I forced my eyes open.

The world came back slowly, as if it didn’t want me to see it yet. Shapes blurred together before they settled into something I could recognize. Ceiling first. Then the walls. Then the floor pressed cold against me, grounding me in a way that hurt more than it helped.

And him.

Valentine stood over me, the syringe already in his hand again.

"Do not move."

His voice stayed calm, detached, like he was speaking to something that couldn’t hear him anyway.

"Do not hurt yourself."

I tried to push myself up.

My arm collapsed under me before I got anywhere, muscles seizing, strength gone before I could even test it. I hit the floor harder than I expected, and the impact tore through my chest, sharp enough to steal whatever breath I had left.

For a second, I couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in my ears.

Then he moved.

Valentine crouched beside me, setting the syringe down with care that didn’t match anything else about him. He tilted his head, studying my face like he was trying to solve something small and irritating.

"One thing I have noticed with the healers I brought back from extinction," he said, almost casually, "and even in the texts I have read about them, is that healers are not self-sufficient."

His fingers reached for my arm.

I tried to pull away. My body barely twitched.

It was the effort that hurt most, the gap between what I wanted to do and what I could actually manage.

"All creatures must have a fatal flaw." His fingers traced along my forearm, slow, following the line of a vein like he had all the time in the world. "And I guess the most important one for your kind is you cannot fix yourself."

Something inside my chest stirred.

At first, it was faint. A low hum, steady and quiet, like it had always been there and I was only just noticing. It didn’t match my heartbeat. It didn’t follow anything natural, but I understood this and what was happening.

So I held onto it.

I let it fill the space where the pain lived, not pushing the pain out, but dulling it just enough for the time being that I could think past it.

Valentine picked the syringe back up.

"I really do not know why you are terrified of me."

He shifted closer, blocking out the thin light above, leaving me with him and the cold and the hum inside me.

"I know better than to want to keep you for life. I just want to do tests. Make my old shit better."

The needle caught the light for a second.

"Though, I will not lie. There is a lot of temptation to keep you. But Alpha Cian can be a god of wrath when he is put together."

My stomach twisted at the name, but I didn’t have space to hold onto that feeling.

He hovered the needle over my arm, eyes fixed, searching.

"How you attacked me, though, is a wonder. I have an inbuilt mechanism in all of you to prevent that, and you being born years away from your mother’s escape should not change that. But I will figure things out. Eventually."

The needle came down.

I moved.

I didn’t think about it. I didn’t plan it. I just moved.

Pain tore through me the second I did, bright and overwhelming, like my body was punishing me for trying. My vision darkened at the edges, threatening to pull me under, but I forced myself to stay there, to stay awake long enough to make it count.

I twisted, barely, just enough that the needle missed.

"Fuck."

It slipped out of him before he could stop it.

His hand closed around my shoulder, hard enough that I felt it even through everything else.

"We cannot have this. It can affect the experiment."

He dragged me up without care, like I weighed nothing, like the way my body reacted didn’t matter. My ribs screamed when he lifted me, something inside shifting wrong, but he didn’t slow down. He didn’t even look at me, not really.

The table met my back again, and I couldn’t stop the sound that left me, sharp and broken.

The humming grew.

It spread through me, no longer just in my chest. It moved into my bones, settled into my skin, into the spaces between pain and breath and thought. It felt wrong and right at the same time, like something waking up that had been waiting too long.

I didn’t fight it.

I couldn’t.

I let it move through me, let it settle into my hands, into the parts of me that still listened when I told them to do something.

I didn’t think.

My hand came up on its own, the same way it had when I healed, the same pull in my chest answering before my mind caught up. The feeling surged, louder now, pressing into every part of me, and something formed in front of me, shaped like his shield but different at its core.

I didn’t know if it would work. Psychic force didn’t follow magic cleanly. It never had.

The lightning hit anyway.

The impact rang through my arm, through my chest, through everything, but the makeshift shield made from the gift didn’t break.

It held.

Then it turned.

The energy twisted back on itself and shot away from me, redirected with a force I hadn’t meant to control so precisely. It went straight for him, his own attack coming back faster than he’d sent it.

For the first time, his expression cracked.

His eyes widened, real shock cutting through the calm he wore like a second skin.

I didn’t see what happened next.

The humming rose too high.

It swallowed everything, sound and thought and fear, building until it felt like it would split me open. The blue light burst out of my chest, not contained anymore, not careful. It spread over me in waves, moving through every part of my body at once.

It didn’t just fix what was broken.

It erased it.

Burns vanished. Bones set themselves without resistance. The deep ache in my chest disappeared as if it had never been there. Even the weight inside my lungs lifted, and I dragged in a breath that didn’t hurt, not even a little.

I sat up before I realized I had moved.

The table beneath me felt cold, solid in a way that grounded me again. When I looked down, it made sense why. Most of my clothes were gone, burned through, hanging in blackened strips off my shoulders and hips.

The air still smelled like smoke.

When it cleared enough, I saw him.

Valentine stood across the room, one side of his barrier flickering, barely holding together. He looked like he had taken the hit, even if it hadn’t finished him. There was something different in his face now, something less certain.

"Well, this is new."

His voice had lost that smooth edge, just slightly, but enough that I noticed.

"You can actually heal yourself."

I slid off the table, my feet hitting the ground steadily this time.

"Maybe if you thought well enough," I said, my voice rough but holding, "you would start to understand you are no god and you did not make me."