To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Fair weather 2

HAZEL

The casual certainty in his voice made something inside me crack. He’d thought this through. Planned it. Saw all the angles I’d missed while I was unconscious and bleeding on his floor.

"Please don’t." My voice broke. "I will do anything. I will be your slave."

"You were supposed to die that day at the elder’s circle." He stood, moving toward the bed. "For your crimes. But you were spared."

I watched him pick up a pillow. White and pristine against all the red surrounding us.

"I think it was fate," he continued. "For you to be my sacrificial lamb today."

He turned back toward me, and I saw my death in his eyes. Not rage. Not passion. Just inevitability wearing the face of a man I’d underestimated at every turn.

"I saw what you did and rage consumed me entirely." He spoke like he was rehearsing testimony. "I could not wait for a trial. I had to bring justice to my father."

"You have no heart." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I started dragging myself backward. The broken legs screamed with every movement, but terror overrode the pain. My hands slipped on blood and debris. I gained maybe three inches before he reached me.

He flipped me over with effortless strength and dropped his weight onto me, pinning me exactly where he wanted me. The pressure on my broken legs made me sob.

"Delta!" The name ripped out of me. "Delta knew my plan!"

Lysander paused.

I seized on it. Finally... fucking something.

"You will never get away with this. My pack will know unless you add more bodies to this."

"You do not even want to die alone."

The observation landed like a slap. He was right. Even now, facing death, I was trying to drag someone else down with me. The pattern of my entire life distilled into one desperate moment.

"While you were unconscious," he said, "I realized the strange white powder on you was flour."

My stomach dropped.

"I had to clean that off to douse you in wolfsbane powder to sell what needs to happen." He leaned closer. "But tell me if I am wrong. We went to Silvercreek for you to get something to get my dad to take you, right? But your Omega servant, sick of your bullshit, pulled a quick one on you."

The truth settled over me like a shroud. Of course Delta had switched the powder. How many times had I belittled her? Threatened her? Treated her like property instead of a person?

Lysander’s breath warmed my ear. "I think Delta will keep her mouth shut and be grateful to be rid of you. I will even give her a slot in this pack if she wants."

Tears tracked down my face. Not from pain this time. From the crushing weight of understanding.

"What do you think will happen?" he continued. "Did you treat her kindly for her to refuse and stand by your side?"

I had nothing. No defense. No justification. Delta would celebrate my death. Probably dance on my grave if given the chance.

A laugh bubbled up from somewhere broken inside me. It came out strangled and wrong.

"None of this would have happened if I had married Cian."

And that was when the pillow dropped over my head.

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