To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: About time 2

HAZEL

His words hit me hard. My knees weakened, and I reached out to steady myself. My hand grabbed his arm, gripping his shirt until my knuckles turned white.

Heat flooded through me. The kind that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the way his body felt solid under my palm. The way his scent wrapped around me made my head swim.

"Another one of your fucking tricks."

He pushed me away, and I stumbled back a step. I caught myself, stood straight, and forced my face to hide how much I missed his touch.

Lysander looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, turning everything gold and orange.

"I came here because it’s nearly evening." His voice came out controlled again. Professional. "I want to make it back to the pack before night."

He dropped his gaze back to me.

"Your father mentioned dinner, and I already told him we wouldn’t be staying. So just tell your mother goodbye and meet me in the car." His jaw tightened. "I leave with or without you."

The command in his voice made something inside me react. That same urge from this morning came back—the one that wanted to obey and please him.

I swallowed hard and nodded. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You and your rules."

I walked past him without waiting for an answer. My legs were shaky, but I kept my steps steady and my shoulders straight. The main estate stood far across the cemetery, its white columns showing through the trees.

An Omega crossed the lawn carrying a basket of linens. She looked up when I approached, and her expression shifted immediately into something deferential.

"Tell Delta to meet me in my mother’s room."

She bowed her head. "Of course, Luna... em..."

Her hesitation made me smile. I stepped closer and let my smile grow.

"It’s okay." I kept my voice light. Sweet in the way that made people uncomfortable when they knew me better. "You can call me Luna. I’m nearly married already."

She smiled back, showing all her teeth, but it looked off—more like a grimace forced into a smile.

"Wonderful. Congratulations."

"Get on with it then."

She hurried off toward the servants’ quarters. I watched her go before heading inside through the side entrance.

My mother’s room sat at the end of the wing. The door stood partially open, and voices filtered through the gap. My father’s low murmur and my mother’s higher-pitched responses broke on sobs.

I pushed the door wider.

My mother sat on the bed, her face pressed into my father’s shoulder. She clutched his shirt, her whole body shaking as she cried. The sound grated on my nerves.

"She was so good." The words came out muffled against fabric. "So beautiful and talented and smart. How could she do it? How could she take her own life?"

My father looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. Relief flooded his expression.

"Look, Isabel." He patted her back gently. "Hazel is here. I’ll let you two talk."

He pulled away from her grip with practiced ease. My mother’s hands dropped, and she looked up at me with red eyes and a blotchy face.

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