To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Iya ni wura

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Mother pushed herself up slowly. The movement looked painful. Those black lesions cracked and spread with each shift of her body, but she managed to sit upright against the pillows.

"Exactly that," she said. "I know."

My mind went blank for a second.

"Then why would you..." The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "Why would you wait for death to get you? Why would you leave me alone with those monsters?"

The questions kept coming. I could not hold them back.

"Mom, I suffered. You suffered too. Why did you not get revenge? Why did you not get out?"

My voice climbed higher. The pain in my chest threatened to split me open.

"Father was horrible to us. I knew. Even when I was younger. But I see it with frightening clarity now that I am old enough."

I searched her face. Looking for answers. For something that made sense.

"Did you not see a bright future? Was Silvercreek the best we would have ever had?"

Tears formed in her eyes. They gathered at the corners and spilled down her cheeks, cutting clean paths through the rot that had, in part, marred her skin.

"Revenge was not on my mind."

She reached up and wiped at her face with trembling fingers.

"My precognition and yourself... those were what led me on the path to your father." She paused. Her breathing came labored. "I figured eventually that it was fate."

I wanted to interrupt. To tell her fate was cruel and wrong. But she kept going.

"When I first saw you in my visions, you were this bright thing. This perfect little girl who would grow into someone extraordinary." Her voice softened. "I saw you happy. Safe. Loved in ways I never was and never could be, and I wanted that for you. I needed that for you."

She shifted again. The sheets rustled beneath her.

"But the path to that future looked dark. It looked treacherous. I saw pain and suffering and moments where you would want to give up entirely."

My throat tightened.

"I could have changed things. I could have run before I ever met your father. Could have hidden away somewhere safe and raised you in peace." She shook her head. "But every time I looked down that path, your future grew dimmer. The brightness faded. You became someone else entirely."

Her hands pressed flat against the mattress.

"So I stayed. I married him. I endured everything he did to me because the visions showed me that this suffering had purpose." Tears continued to stream down her face. "Every mental beating... Every cruel word... Every snide remark... Every moment of degradation... they all led to you becoming who you needed to be."

The words gutted me.

"I learned to read the patterns in my gift. Learned which choices kept your future bright and which ones snuffed it out completely." She looked at me then. Really looked at me. "Your father provided the darkness you would need to understand others who suffered. Silvercreek gave you the strength to survive when everything tried to break you."

I could not breathe properly. Could not think past the roaring in my ears.

"Isabel and Hazel and their cruelty taught you to recognize evil when it wore a kind face." Her voice dropped lower. "And my death... my death freed you to become Luna without the burden of protecting someone who could not protect herself."

No.

The denial screamed through my mind.

"I watched your future branch and shift with every decision I made. I mapped out the consequences of every possible choice." She swallowed hard. "And the path that led to your greatest happiness required my sacrifice."

Her eyes closed briefly. When they opened again, they looked ancient. Weighted with knowledge no one should carry.

"I saw you standing beside an Alpha who loved you with everything in him. I saw you leading a pack with wisdom and compassion. I saw you healing others the way I never could." Her smile came sad. "I saw you whole. Finally, truly whole."

The tears on her cheeks kept falling.

"So I made my choice. I chose your future over my present." She drew a shaky breath. "I used my precognition like a weapon. Every vision I had, I aimed it at you. At ensuring that when my time came, you would not just survive. You would thrive."

Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her chest.

"The rot started slowly. I knew what it was immediately. Knew what it meant." She looked down at the black lines crawling across her skin. "My gift demanded payment because I was never meant to exist this way. Every peek into the future cost me something. And I looked so far ahead, so many times, that eventually my body could not take it anymore."

My stomach twisted.

"I could have stopped. Could have sealed my precognition away and lived longer." She met my eyes. "But that meant leaving your future to chance. It meant not knowing if you would find your way to safety. To love. To the life you deserved."

She reached toward me again. The barrier kept our hands apart.

"Moreover, I was never looking at a future for myself."

The admission hit like a physical blow.

"Grim as it is, I knew I would not live a long life." Her voice came matter-of-fact. Clinical even. "My precognition could not be locked. Not really. Not when it kept showing me visions whether I wanted them or not."

She tilted her head slightly.

"So I focused it on something useful. I focused it on... on you."

"What?"

The word came out strangled.

"Without Valentine’s pills, without being able to control when the visions came..." She trailed off and then started again. "I looked into your future. I made every step to ensure that when the time came, when I perished, even if you did have to suffer, your happiness would be guaranteed."

My world tilted.

"I had to ensure you ended up happy." She smiled. It looked gentle despite everything. "By Cian’s side."

My eyes widened.

"You know..." Breath caught in my throat. "You saw... You... Oh goddess... You never said a thing."

"Why would I?"

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