To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Ever After?

CIAN

The terms settled over me like chains.

He was not just asking for protection. He was asking for immunity. Complete and total, extending to everyone I had ever known or would ever know. If I agreed to this, I would be powerless to stop him. He could walk away, disappear, do whatever he wanted, and I would have to let him because the alternative was losing Fia.

My wolf howled in rage, throwing itself against the inside of my skull.

"Sure." I took a step forward, forcing my voice to stay level. "Let us mark it in blood."

"No, no." Valentine jerked back, the blade pressing harder against Fia’s throat. Another thin line of red appeared. "Stay back. Her blood is enough."

He leaned in close, his lips nearly touching her hair, and whispered something I could not hear.

Then louder, "You consent, since you want to live, right?"

Fia’s voice came out weak and hoarse. "No."

The blade bit deeper. Blood ran faster now, soaking into her ruined shirt, dripping onto the floor. Valentine’s eyes found mine across the room.

"Cian... Convince your mate."

The words felt like glass in my throat. "Please, Fia. Just say it."

She did not respond. Her head hung forward, hair covering her face, and I could not tell if she was still conscious.

"I do not want to lose you." My voice cracked. "I do not want to lose our baby."

Her shoulders shook. A sob, maybe, or just the effort of staying upright. But then she nodded, just once, barely visible.

Valentine exhaled. "Good."

He shifted his grip on her, angling her neck toward him, and that was when I saw it.

Fia’s hand.

The burns that had covered it moments ago were gone. New skin had grown over the damage, pink and fresh, healing before my eyes.

Valentine reached for the blood dripping from her throat. His fingers came away red, and he mixed it with his own blood from a cut on his palm. The moment the two touched, his whole body went rigid.

His eyes widened. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Fia laughed.

The sound was weak and raspy, but genuine. She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze. "Did it fail?"

Valentine’s face twisted with fury. "What did you do?"

"I am not sure why." She smiled through the blood coating her lips. "But you must have noticed too. I am resistant to magic."

Her voice grew stronger with every word, and I realized what was happening.

She had been healing the whole time. Slowly, quietly, while Valentine thought he had her beaten.

"This ends now."

Fia lifted one hand and pointed at the floor.

Something invisible and massive slammed into the ground beneath us. The stone cracked with a sound like thunder, spiderwebbing outward from where she pointed. Then the entire floor gave way.

We dropped.

The world turned into chaos. Falling debris, smoke, the screaming crack of stone breaking apart. I initiated the full shift mid-fall, my body completing the transformation in seconds. Bones reformed. Muscles rewired. My wolf burst free, massive and built for destruction.

I hit a chunk of falling wall and used it as a springboard, launching myself through the air toward Valentine.

He had let go of Fia when the floor collapsed, his arms pinwheeling as he tried to catch himself on something solid. His face was a mask of shock and terror, all his careful planning shattered in an instant.

I reached him in midair.

My jaws closed around his throat.

Bone crunched between my teeth. Hot blood flooded my mouth, thick and coppery, exactly the way I had imagined it a thousand times. I bit down harder, shaking my head like I was trying to rip prey apart, and felt his windpipe collapse beneath the pressure.

We hit the ground together, rolling through broken stone and splintered wood. I did not let go. My claws dug into his chest, tearing through fabric and skin and muscle, searching for his heart.

He tried to fight back. His hands came up, pushing weakly at my muzzle, but there was no magic left in him. No strength. Nothing that could save him from what I was about to do.

I ripped his throat out.

The flesh came away in chunks, wet and ragged, and blood sprayed across my face and chest. Valentine made a sound, something between a gurgle and a scream, and then his body went limp beneath me.

His eyes stayed open. Fixed on something I could not see. Already empty.

I stepped back, my wolf form heaving with exertion, and looked around for Fia.

She had landed near the far wall, crumpled but moving. Her hands pressed against the ground as she tried to push herself up. Burns still covered parts of her body, but they were fading fast; the glow was gone, but her gift still seemed to be working overtime to repair the damage.

Garrett appeared through the dust and smoke, still partially shifted, his eyes scanning for threats. When he saw Valentine’s body, he relaxed slightly.

"Is he dead?"

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