To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486: The Beast they deserve 2

LYSANDER

I turned to the filing cabinet where father had kept records of everything. Every pack member. Every transaction. Every piece of leverage he’d collected over decades of leadership. I pulled open drawers until I found what I needed.

Fia’s file sat wedged between reports on border patrols and supply orders.

It was even thicker than the last time I’d seen it. Which told me that father had started taking notes. There was now page after page of documentation tracking her movements. The best he could manage, with no new spies in Skollrend at his disposal. There was also believed observations about her relationship with Cian.

I pulled the entire folder free and carried it to the fireplace.

The first page curled when I fed it to the flames. Black spread across white in patterns that looked almost artistic before the paper crumbled into ash. I added another. Then another. Building a rhythm that felt meditative in its monotony.

The rhytem was simple: Feed the fire, watch it burn, then repeat.

I threw in whole sections at once. The fire roared higher, consuming Father’s obsessive delusions with the same indifference it showed to truth. Heat washed over my face. Sweat beaded along my hairline. I didn’t step back.

Page after page after page.

Every piece of evidence that might have further put Fia in danger continued to disappear into flame and ash. I worked methodically. I checked every sheet to make sure nothing remained that could be used against her later. Some documents I skimmed. Others I read completely despite knowing they’d just fuel my anger at a dead man who couldn’t defend himself.

The folder emptied.

I checked the cabinet again. Found two more files labeled with Fia’s name in different contexts. Those went into the fire too. Then I searched the desk. The shelves. Anywhere he might have hidden additional documentation.

But there was nothing.

The study held other secrets, but none that concerned Fia. I left those alone. Destroying everything would raise questions if there was any suspicion in the future that I wouldn’t want to answer.

The fire had died down to coals by the time I finished.

I stood there watching embers pulse with fading light. The room smelled like smoke and burning paper. Ash coated my hands in fine gray powder that reminded me uncomfortably of the wolfsbane I’d used on Hazel and father himself.

I washed my hands in the small basin father kept for ink stains.

The water turned dark. I scrubbed until my skin felt raw, then dried off on a towel that would need to be burned later. Every detail mattered now. Every piece of evidence that might contradict the story I needed to tell had to be eliminated or explained.

I looked around the study one final time.

Nothing appeared disturbed beyond the empty fireplace and the gaps in the filing cabinet where Fia’s records had been which I could easily cover up since no one aside me was really allowed here.

I left.

The hallway stretched quiet and empty still. Dawn couldn’t be far off now. I could feel it in the way the darkness had started to thin. In the subtle shift from deepest night to that liminal space before sunrise.

I needed to be outside when they found me.

I walked downstairs and through the main hall. The front door opened without sound. Cold air hit my face, carrying scents of dead leaves, earth and the distant promise of rain. I stepped onto the porch and looked up.

The sky had started its transition.

Deep blue bled across what had been pure black, pushing the stars into transparency. The horizon showed the barest hint of lighter color. Dawn wasn’t here yet, but it was close. Close enough that pack members would start stirring soon. Close enough that someone would notice the Alpha’s son standing outside covered in blood.

I walked toward the training grounds.

Movement caught my eye before I made it halfway. Figures emerged from the treeline to my left. Three of them. Pack members who had finally overcame their rut and heat probably. They moved with the easy confidence of wolves on familiar ground.

Then they saw me.

The shift in their body language was immediate. Their relaxed postures went rigid. Easy strides became alert stalking. They broke into a run, closing the distance between us with speed that would have been impressive if I wasn’t so focused on what came next.

They were naked.

Which for me meant they approached with nothing to hide their immediate reactions. No fabric to mask the way their muscles tensed when they got close enough to see details.

"Alpha Lysander!" The lead wolf skidded to a stop three feet away. He was a young man whose face had gone pale despite the exertion of running. "What happened?"

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