To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Don’t be emotional 2

HAZEL

"Everything we planned depends on your absence." The words came out harsher than I meant them to. "Your presence would compromise the outcome. You know that."

She stared at me for a long moment. Conflict played across her features, concern warring with understanding.

"Delta." I softened my voice. "Trust me."

Her shoulders dropped. She nodded once, still uneasy but willing to yield.

"There’s not much time left." I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "You should just go ahead and enjoy the heat orgy outside. Don’t draw attention or questions by staying inside when everyone else is participating."

She hesitated at the door, her hand on the knob.

"Be careful," she said quietly.

The words carried weight beyond their surface meaning. An acknowledgment of what she needed to believe was trust and risk, of everything riding on what happened next.

Then she was gone.

Alone at last, I let go completely.

The effort of restraint vanished, leaving me fully exposed to the intensity of what my body was demanding. The room felt smaller now, the walls pressing in. I was painfully aware of my body in a way I’d never been before, of the way my dress had become unbearable against my skin.

It clung to me everywhere, damp and revealing, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I stood there for a moment, breathing unevenly, before forcing my hands to move. My fingers trembled as I reached for the fabric, peeling it away from myself with difficulty. The material stuck to my skin, resisting. When it finally came free, the air against my bare skin should have felt like relief.

It didn’t.

Nothing did.

I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror as the dress fell away. The sight made me pause despite my hurry. My cheeks were flushed far beyond anything that could pass for natural. My eyes looked unfocused, glossed over in a way that betrayed exactly what was happening beneath the surface.

There was no dignity in it. No illusion of control.

I looked like someone losing a fight she never truly had a chance of winning.

The realization settled heavily, but I didn’t look away. I studied my reflection with clinical detachment, noting every detail that would play into tonight’s performance.

The purse lay where I’d dropped it earlier, slightly open. I crossed the room to retrieve it, each step measured despite the way my body protested. When I opened it, the aphrodisiac packet sat exactly where I’d left it.

Small and unassuming.

It almost felt absurd. Something so insignificant in appearance carrying the weight of everything I intended to do.

I took it out slowly, holding it between my fingers. The plastic crinkled softly in the quiet room.

My plan ran through my mind again. Midnight marked the beginning. The point where everything shifted. Wenzel would retreat as expected, isolating himself in the space he’d created around his dead wife’s memory. I would follow, pretending to be lost or looking for quiet or some other bullshit excuse that wouldn’t matter once the powder hit his face.

From there, the rest became something I couldn’t fully control.

But that uncertainty was built into the design. His loss of control was the foundation of my success. What followed had been calculated just as carefully. There would be witnesses after because I intended to be loud about it. Even long after the glaze left his primal eyes. There would be outrage. There would be no room for denial.

The narrative would form itself around what people expected to see. An Alpha overcome by aphrodisiac and heat. A would-be daughter-in-law placed in a position she didn’t choose. It wouldn’t matter what truly happened behind closed doors.

What mattered was what could be proven. What could be believed.

And from that, the outcome I wanted became inevitable.

For a moment, doubt surfaced. Brief but sharp enough to be felt. I thought of the way I’d been treated here. The quiet dismissals. The contempt I’d seen and pretended not to notice. I thought of how little power I’d been allowed to hold, how easily I could be pushed aside if I did nothing especially now that Pauline was dead.

I exhaled slowly and moved with renewed purpose. There was still preparation to be done. Details that couldn’t be overlooked. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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