To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Family Line 2

LYSANDER

"You loved her to death." I circled him, watching for the next swing. "You were utterly obsessed with her. You consumed her until there was nothing left, and even at that, you still would not stop closing in. She saw only one way out, and that was why she did what she did."

"She was mine—"

"And Fia will be next." I cut him off. "I cannot sit back and let it happen to her too. Your obsession with mother is just like the one you have with healers. It will burn everything it touches. It will burn her to the ground."

"You would do this for some girl?"

"Everybody needs a catalyst."

I reached for the loose chain again and got it around his throat before he could stop me. This time I pulled tight. He gagged. His good hand clawed at the links digging into his windpipe.

Then his legs morphed.

I had never seen a partial shift like that before. His lower half had already taken on the form of a wolf, all muscle and sinew, with powerful hind legs braced beneath him and claws sharp enough to tear through anything, while his upper body remained entirely human. He snapped one leg upward in a movement too fast to track, the joint bending at a brutal angle, and drove his claws straight into my face, raking down with enough force to tear flesh open.

The motion stunned me for half a second. That was all he needed.

He then grabbed the ceiling chain with his transformed feet.

He pulled.

The anchor tore free in an explosion of plaster and wood. The ceiling caved inward. Chunks of debris rained down around us.

He hit the ground with both chains clenched in his hands, and before there was any chance to breathe, he snapped them into motion like whips. One lashed across my ribs before I could even react. The pain detonated through my chest, sharp and blinding, and I heard the sickening crack of bone giving way. I felt the rupture as my ribs tore loose from my sternum, something inside me shifting where it should have held firm.

He then wriggled the chain I had forced on his throat off and proceeded to wield both as weapons.

"I did not expect you, of all people, to be stupid." He turned his blind face toward where I’d fallen. "I raised you better than this, and you still turned out to be such a disappointment."

I snatched a jagged chunk of plaster from the floor and hurled it hard across the room. It struck the far wall with a sharp crack, loud enough to cut through everything. His head snapped toward the sound, and both chains lashed out in that direction, fast and violent, chasing the noise. In that split second, while his focus shifted, I moved.

But he was faster. The platinum caught me before I’d closed half the distance. It wrapped around my leg and jerked me off my feet. I hit the floor hard enough to drive the air from my lungs.

He reeled me in like a fish on a line.

I clawed at the marble, trying to find anything to hold onto, any edge or crack that might slow him down, but my hands slipped on dust and my own blood. My nails scraped raw against the floor, leaving streaks behind me as he dragged me closer like I weighed nothing. The sound of it, skin against stone, stayed loud in my ears even as everything else started to blur.

The moment I was close enough, he wrapped the chain tighter around his fist and swung.

The first hit smashed into my face, and I felt my nose give instantly, cartilage folded in on itself as warm blood poured straight into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on it, tasting iron thick on my tongue, and before I could even turn my head, the second blow came down harder. It split the skin above my eye wide open. I felt it before I understood it, that sudden release, like something had been peeled back. Blood rushed into my eye, hot and blinding, and I couldn’t see properly anymore.

The third strike caught my jaw at an angle that made something deep in my skull shift. Teeth came loose. I felt them, actually felt them move, one cracking, another tearing free from the root and rolling across my tongue before I spat it out without thinking. It hit the floor somewhere behind me with a small, useless sound that didn’t match the damage.

I tried to swing back. I tried to get my arm up, but he caught it, twisted, and drove another hit into my ribs just to remind me how little any of that mattered. Strength like his wasn’t something you worked around. It crushed through you. Every movement I made felt delayed, like my body had already given up and was just catching up to the pain.

He had done this before. Not once, not twice. Enough times that there was no hesitation in him, no wasted motion. Every strike landed exactly where it would do the most damage, and I could feel it, that cold certainty in the way he moved.

I was guessing. I was trying my best to react. Yet I was already losing.

"Where did I go wrong?"

The question came out of him almost casually, like we were standing in a quiet room instead of this, and then the chain came down again. It smashed into my cheekbone and I felt it fracture, a deep, grinding crack that made my vision flare white for a second before dropping back into red.

Still, I kept trying to move. I kept dragging in breath, thick with blood , and forcing my body to answer even when it didn’t want to. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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