To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 439

Chapter 439: Your Oath, Alpha

CIAN

The perimeter was locked down tight within minutes.

I stood at the front gate, watching my wolves spread out in practiced formations that we had drilled a thousand times. They moved silently and efficiently through the grounds, cutting off every exit, every window, every crack in the walls where a rat like Valentine might try to slip through. The house loomed ahead of me, all stone and dark windows, looking exactly like the kind of place where someone would drag my mate to hurt her.

My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and violent, begging me to tear through that front door and find her. The bond pulled at me, tugging me forward with an urgency that made my teeth ache.

But I forced myself to wait. To plan. To think like an Alpha instead of a frantic mate.

Garrett appeared at my side, his eyes already shifted to wolf gold as he scanned the upper floors. He carried the same tension I felt, coiled and ready to spring.

"East side is covered," he reported. "North and west secured. Nothing moves without us knowing."

I nodded, my gaze locked on the front entrance. "We go in through there. Fast and hard. He knows we are coming by now."

"Agreed." Garrett’s jaw tightened. "The longer we wait, the more time he has to prepare."

The bond pulsed again, stronger this time, and I felt her. Fia. She was alive. She was fighting. The sensation flooded through me with enough force that I had to lock my knees to stay upright.

I lifted my hand, signaling the others to hold position.

Then Garrett and I moved.

We crossed the distance to the front door in seconds. I did not bother with the handle. My shoulder hit the wood, and the door exploded inward, lock and hinges tearing free in a shower of splinters. The entrance hall opened up before us, but all that stared back was polished floors and expensive furnishings that I did not give a single fuck about.

The shift came easily. Partial, just enough to let my claws extend, and my bones thicken beneath the skin. My senses sharpened immediately, the world snapping into focus with predatory clarity.

Beside me, Garrett did the same. His shoulders broadened, his hands curving into talons that could rip through steel.

He lifted his head, scenting the air, and his expression went dark.

"Blood," he said. "A lot of it."

I smelled it too. Copper and iron, thick enough to coat the back of my throat. Fresh and scarily recent. The scent trail led deeper into the house, winding through corridors I could not see from here.

My wolf snarled inside me, clawing at my control.

Then the pain hit.

It tore through me without warning, sharp and electric, like someone had shoved a live wire into my spine. My vision whited out. My muscles seized. Every nerve in my body screamed at once, and I could not breathe, could not think, could not do anything but feel it.

The bond.

Fia was hurt.

She was dying.

The pain vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me gasping and shaking in the middle of the entrance hall. Rational thought fled. Strategy, caution, everything I had spent hours coming here learning, it all disappeared beneath the flood of pure animal terror.

"Fia!"

Her name ripped out of my throat, and I was already moving.

Running.

My feet hit the floor hard enough to crack the floor, but I did not slow down. The bond pulled me forward like a thread of connection that burned hotter than anything I had ever felt.

"Alpha Cian, wait!" Garrett’s voice chased after me, but I did not stop.

I could not stop. My wolf had taken over, driving me toward her with single-minded focus that drowned out everything else.

I followed the scent of blood through a sitting room, down a hallway, past furniture that blurred into meaningless shapes. The bond grew stronger with every step, pulling me toward a door at the end of the corridor.

I hit it running.

The door exploded off its hinges, and I stumbled into hell.

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