To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: Seeing Red 1

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My vision swam.

Everything blurred at the edges, shapes bleeding into each other like watercolors left in the rain. I tried to blink it away, tried to focus, but the world kept tilting sideways. My body felt heavy and disconnected, like I was piloting it from somewhere far away.

Then I felt something warm and wet.

It spread across my skin, soaking through what was left of my clothes, and I thought maybe it was mine. Maybe the remaining burns had started bleeding again, or maybe Valentine had cut deeper than I realized. But when I finally managed to force my eyes open, really open, I saw the truth.

Blood poured down onto me in thick rivulets.

It was however not mine.

It was Cian’s.

My gaze traveled up slowly, following the source, and that was when I saw it. A blade jutted from his chest, strange and wrong in every way. It looked like someone had taken the air itself and sharpened it into something lethal, something that shouldn’t exist. The edges shimmered faintly, catching light that wasn’t there, and blood ran down its length in slow, deliberate streams.

His blood.

"Cian."

His name barely made it past my lips. My throat felt raw, scraped clean, and the sound came out weak and broken.

He looked down at me. His arms were still around me, still holding me against him, but I could see the strain in his face now. The way his jaw locked. The way his breathing had turned shallow and uneven.

Then he jerked.

His whole body went rigid, and another blade appeared to pass though him. Then another. They punched through him from behind, one after another, each one driving deeper than the last. I watched them emerge through his chest, slick and dripping, and the world seemed to slow down around us.

No.

No, no, no.

Cian’s grip on me faltered. His arms loosened, and I started to slip, my body sliding down even as I tried to reach for him. He caught me once more. Barely. His hands were shaking now. But what scared me the most was the fact that I could see it in his eyes. He was losing.

"Cian!"

Garrett’s roar tore through the air.

I turned my head just enough to see him launch himself forward, his wolf form massive and violent. All you could see and feel was his teeth and his fury. He slammed into something I couldn’t see, something invisible that sent him flying backward with a sickening crack. He hit the ground hard, yelping, and skidded across the broken stone before going still.

Magic rippled through the space between us, visible now, coiling in the air like smoke.

Valentine’s voice drifted through the chaos in a manner that said he was so pleased with himself.

"Would you look at that? My mana is slowly returning."

I forced myself upright, my legs trembling beneath me, and grabbed onto the nearest chunk of debris to keep from collapsing again. My vision was clearing now, sharpening, and I could see him standing behind Cian.

Valentine.

The one Cian attacked must have been a fake. Since he still looked whole, unharmed and was even smiling.

Cian dropped to his knees.

The sound his body made when it hit the ground echoed louder than it should have. He swayed there for a moment, one hand pressed against his chest, and when he spoke, blood bubbled from his mouth.

"Run." The word came out wet and broken. "Please run."

His wounds started to close.

I could see it happening, the flesh knitting itself back together, skin crawling over the holes those blades had left behind. Alpha werewolf healing was fast, as it was brutal, trying to save him even as he bled out.

Valentine drove another of the blade fashioned from air into him.

This one went straight through his shoulder, angling down toward his heart, and Cian’s body jerked forward from the impact. He caught himself on one hand, gasping, and more blood spilled from his lips.

Valentine crouched beside him, tilting his head like he was examining something curious.

"The head or the heart is what needs to go to end this. Right?"

"Stop."

The word ripped out of me before I could think.

Valentine glanced up, his expression shifting into something almost thoughtful, and that was when I noticed them.

Eyes.

Golden and glowing, scattered all around us in the semi-darkness. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They gleamed from the shadows, from the rubble, from the gaping hole in the ceiling where the floor had given way.

They were both watching and waiting.

Skollrend sentinels were here and ready for some bloodshed.

Valentine followed my gaze, and his smile widened.

"Would you look at that? The sentinels want blood for what I did to their Alpha."

He straightened, raising his voice so it carried through the ruins.

"I would warn you all not to make rash decisions. Your Alpha gets this blade in his heart if I feel even remotely threatened."

The eyes didn’t move, nor did it blink. They just stayed there, fixed and burning, radiating a hunger I could feel from where I stood.

"Please." I took a step toward Valentine with my hands raised. "Don’t hurt him."

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