To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Bad things come in three

ISOBEL

"Yes. She might be at the funeral too if it is her wish."

Rage burned hot in my chest. "Hazel did not have that. Mother’s anger over my choice of a husband ensured that she refused me that right. Hazel is not in Northern Ridge Nocturne’s official documents."

"I will make that change. Both girls will be added."

I laughed, and it came out sharp and ugly. "Because I complained, right?"

"I just wanted you to know." Father’s voice went formal, and in doing that, it also became distant. "So, should you see her at the funeral, please act with decorum. It is a known fact that the kind of tense relationship you had with Muna and Fia, with the research I have done."

"Father—"

"Goodbye."

The line went dead.

I stared at my phone, at my reflection in the black screen, and tried to process what he’d just told me.

Muna was my half-sister.

That woman, that Omega who’d stolen my husband’s attention, who’d produced a daughter that reminded me daily of my own failures, she’d been family. True family. Blood family.

Did she know?

The question burned in my mind. Had Muna known who she was when she showed up at our pack? Had she planned it, orchestrated her arrival to claim what she thought was hers?

But Joseph had said he found her out of the blue, and she had allegedly escaped a raid against traffickers.

Was that true?

The goddess had to be mocking me.

This couldn’t be a coincidence. The threads were too tangled, too perfectly designed to cause maximum pain.

I needed answers.

Joseph would know the details. He’d been the one to find Muna, to bring her to our pack. He would remember where exactly she’d been found and more.

I threw on a robe and headed downstairs.

The packhouse was quieter than usual. A few sentinels stood in corners, talking in low voices. Their conversation cut off when they saw me, and several looked away.

Something was wrong.

I could feel it in the air, in the way people avoided my eyes, in the tension that hung over everything like a shroud.

One woman was crying near the kitchen entrance. She saw me and quickly wiped her face, but not before I noticed the tears.

"What’s going on?" I asked a sentinel standing nearby.

He looked stricken. "I am so sorry for your loss, Luna Isobel."

My blood went cold. "What do you mean?"

"Lily of the Valley sent..." He swallowed hard, his face going pale. "I think you should see the Alpha in the lounge."

I didn’t wait for him to finish.

My feet carried me down the hall faster than I’d moved in days. The suppressant-induced ache in my joints disappeared, replaced by sharp, animal fear. The sentinels at the lounge door looked shocked to see me, but they didn’t try to stop me.

I pushed the door open.

Joseph stood in the middle of the room, staring down at something. His shoulders shook, and I realized with distant shock that he was crying. I’d never seen him cry like that before. Not once in all our years together.

"What is wrong?"

He jerked around, and his face was a mask of devastation. "What are you doing here? You should not be here."

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