To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Fair weather 1

HAZEL

Something dragged at my leg.

The sensation registered before consciousness fully returned. A grip, firm and unyielding, pulled me forward across a surface that felt wrong. Too slick. Too wet. My head lolled to the side and I tried to form words, but they came out mangled and thick.

"Whaf... whaf the fuck’s goin’ on?"

My tongue wouldn’t cooperate. The words slurred together like I’d been drinking, but I hadn’t touched alcohol. My thoughts moved through molasses, trying to piece together where I was and why everything hurt.

Burns.

I felt them everywhere. My skin screamed with a chemical fire I couldn’t place. I forced my eyes open and looked down at my arms. Red welts covered the exposed flesh, angry and blistered in patterns that made no sense. Was it the powder? That damned powder I’d brought back from Silvercreek? No... No... this wasn’t flour like Delta had tricked me with. This was something else entirely.

My gaze traveled up to whoever was dragging me.

It was Lysander.

"Hey..." I tried to pull my leg free. "What’re you doing?"

He didn’t answer. His grip stayed locked around my ankle, and he kept pulling me with a mechanical mind toward something I couldn’t see yet. That was when I really looked at his face.

Goddess above.

Cuts crisscrossed his features in brutal lines. Swelling distorted the sharp angles I’d memorized during all those discussions of hate we had. Blood covered everything. Fresh and dried in layers that told a story I was only just beginning to understand. His left eye had swollen nearly shut. His nose sat crooked. When he breathed, I heard a wet rattle that meant broken ribs.

He stopped dragging me.

I felt something sticky and warm beneath my back. The smell hit me next. Copper, meat and something primal that my Omega instincts recognized even before my brain caught up.

Blood.

I turned my head and saw him.

Alpha Wenzel lay sprawled on the floor with a gaping hole in his chest where his heart should have been. His eyes which had a strange cloudy color to them stared at nothing. Blood pooled around him in a lake that spread wider than seemed possible from one body. The chains that had bound him lay coiled nearby like sleeping serpents.

"What the fuck?" The words ripped out of me. "You killed him."

Lysander said nothing. He knelt beside me and stared at my legs with an intensity that made my stomach drop.

"You are coming to." His voice held no emotion. "I had hoped to give you a kinder death."

"What does that mean?"

He reached for my mouth.

I tried to jerk away but my body wouldn’t respond fast enough. His palm clamped over my lips and nose with crushing force. His other hand gripped my left leg just above the knee.

Then he broke it.

The pain detonated through me like lightning. White-hot and absolute. I screamed against his hand, the sound muffled into something pathetic and small. My teeth found his flesh and I bit down hard enough to taste blood, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even loosen his grip. The pressure stayed firm and unyielding while I thrashed beneath him.

He shifted his position and grabbed my other leg.

I knew what came next. I tried to beg, tried to plead through the hand covering my mouth, but nothing coherent emerged. Just desperate animal sounds that meant nothing.

The second break came faster than the first.

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