To ruin an Omega

Chapter 150: I might destroy you 1

CIAN

Uncle Aldric appeared at my side before I could take another step into the crowd. His expression was controlled, but I caught the edge of concern in his eyes when he looked at me.

“Goddess, you are pissed,” he said quietly.

I turned to face him as he continued. “I know it is something I should have mentioned so you didn’t feel cornered, but I was certain that you would decline.”

He thought I was angry about Madeline. About the ambush. About Julius bringing my ex to this party like some kind of twisted gift.

“I’m not mad about Madeline.”

Aldric’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“You knew my weakness,” I continued. “And you knew how to bypass it to help my mother. If anything, I’m grateful.”

“Then why the long face?”

“I can’t find Fia.”

The words had barely left my mouth when the bond slammed back into me with the force of a physical blow. It clawed its way from wherever Fia was, raking across my insides, desperate, urgent and wrong. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. My chest seized. Every instinct I had screamed that something was terribly, horribly wrong.

“Fia is in trouble.”

I was already moving. My feet carried me through the crowd without thought, without care for who I shoved past or what conversations I interrupted. The bond pulled me forward like a rope tied around my ribs. Tight. Insistent. Painful in its intensity.

I heard Aldric following behind me, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t slow down. The ballroom blurred. The corridor outside came into focus. Then I was running.

The bond led me down a side hallway. Past decorative tables I barely registered. Past paintings I didn’t see. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought they might crack.

The female bathroom.

I reached the door, grabbed the handle and pulled.

It didn’t budge.

Was it fucking locked?

Horror flooded through me, cold and nauseating. Something loud came from inside. It sounded like something heavy hitting tile or porcelain. A sound that made my blood run ice cold.

I didn’t think. I threw my full weight against the door.

One.

Two.

The wood cracked. The lock gave way with a shriek of metal, and the door exploded inward.

The scene that greeted me stopped my heart.

Fia was on the ground. Blood streaked down her throat, bright, red and way too much. Her eyes were wide but unfocused. She was pale. Too pale.

Hazel stood above her. A shard of glass in her hand. Red at the tip.

The world went silent. My vision narrowed until all I could see was that glass. That blood. Fia’s blood.

Hazel’s head snapped toward me. Her mouth moved. “I swear this isn’t what it looks like.”

Something inside me snapped.

I crossed the space between us in two strides. I did not think about it. I did not plan it. My hand was already at her throat before she could even draw a breath, fingers closing hard, finding skin and bone and pulse. I lifted her off the ground and drove her back into the tiled wall with everything I had left in me.

The impact shot up my arms. Tiles cracked beneath her back. Some of them shattered outright, sharp fragments skittering across the floor. Fractures spread out from the point of impact, spiderwebbing through the wall. The sound was loud and brittle and wrong.

Hazel gagged. Her hands flew up, clawing at my fingers. She scratched, nails scraping skin, drawing thin lines of pain that barely registered. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air. Her face flushed red, then darker, veins standing out as her eyes widened.

“The bitch framed me,” she choked out. The words tore free between gasps. “She—”

“You fucking monster.”

The voice that came out of me did not feel like mine. It felt dragged up from somewhere deep and dark, somewhere that had been waiting.

“Was it not enough that you tried to turn everyone against her,” I said, tightening my grip. I could feel her pulse hammering against my palm, frantic and fast. “That you even used me to do it. Now you want to kill her?”

Her struggles turned wild. Desperate. Her nails dug into the back of my hand, sharp enough to draw blood. I barely felt it. All I could see was her face changing color, the way her mouth worked uselessly as air refused to come.

“You’re killing me, Alpha Cian,” she gasped. “Let me explain—”

“Good,” I said, and the word came out steady, clear and terrifying. “Die.”

I meant it. Every word. I wanted to watch it happen. I wanted to feel the moment she stopped fighting, stopped breathing, stopped existing. I wanted the world to go quiet again.

Something slammed into my side. Hard. The impact knocked me off balance, but I did not let go. Uncle Aldric’s hands closed around my arm, trying to pull me back.

“Calm yourself!”

I could not. Not with blood on the floor behind me. Not with Fia bleeding. Not with this thing still alive in my grip.

Hazel twisted when my attention shifted. Slippery, desperate. She started to slip free.

No.

I swung at Aldric without thinking, aiming to hurt him, to make him let go. Then I lunged after her. My hand caught in her hair and I yanked her back. She screamed, the sound ripping through the room. I grabbed the hand that had held the glass and twisted.

The resistance gave way with a sickening snap that I felt all the way up my arm.

Her scream went high and sharp, inhuman. She collapsed to the floor, cradling her broken hand, sobbing as her body curled inward.

Aldric tackled me properly this time. His weight drove me backward and knocked the air from my lungs. He shoved himself between us, hands braced against my chest.

“A crowd will be here in a matter of seconds,” he said, voice urgent but controlled. “What matters right now is Fia.”

Fia.

Her name cut through the rage like a blade. Everything inside me faltered. The fury loosened its grip all at once, leaving my hands shaking and my chest tight. I looked past Aldric, past Hazel rocking on the floor, and saw her.

She was so still.

Something inside me dropped out entirely. I let go. Of Hazel. Of Aldric. Of the need to destroy. I dropped to my knees beside Fia, my hands trembling as I reached for her.

The cut at her throat was still bleeding. It was a good thing that it was not spraying, or pulsing. The bad news was the bleeding was steady. Too steady. Blood pooled beneath her and soaked into the tile.

I looked around wildly. My vision tunneled until I spotted a towel hanging near the sink. I grabbed it and pressed it against her throat, hands slick almost immediately as the white fabric turned red.

“Fia,” I said, and my voice cracked apart. “Stay with me.”

Her eyes found mine. Focused slowly, like she was pulling herself back from somewhere far away. She was conscious. She was breathing.

Footsteps thundered in the hallway. Voices rose. Gasps. Whispers. Aldric had been right. The crowd was coming.

“What happened?”

“Is that blood?”

“Oh my goddess—”

“Is that Luna Hazel?”

I did not care. Let them see. Let them whisper. Let them know.

“Somebody get a fucking healer in here!”

The words tore out of me like a roar. People scattered. Someone ran. I stayed where I was, pressing harder, willing the bleeding to slow.

Fia’s hand lifted. Weak. Shaking. Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, grounding me.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

“You’re bleeding,” I said. I needed her to understand that this was real. That she could not leave.

“I know.” A faint smile touched her lips. “It’s not that bad.”

Glass glittered around us. Hazel sobbed a few feet away. Blood soaked my hands. Not that bad.

“What happened,” I asked, keeping pressure on the wound. “Tell me what happened.”

“Later,” she said. Her eyes were clearer now. “The recording—”

She did not get to finish. A healer pushed through the crowd, an older woman I recognized as one of Alpha Julius’s elders. She dropped to her knees beside us.

“Let me see.”

I did not want to move. Every instinct screamed to keep holding her. But I forced myself to lean back as the healer carefully peeled the towel away and examined the cut.

“Superficial,” she said after a moment. “Painful and bloody, but nothing vital was hit.”

Relief crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. I had to brace my hand against the floor to keep from collapsing.

“I need to clean and close it,” she continued. “The scarring should be minimal if we act quickly.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

Aldric appeared at my shoulder again. “Cian.”

I looked up at him. His expression was grim.

“We need to secure the scene,” he said quietly. “And we need to deal with her.”

He nodded toward Hazel.

Hazel had managed to push herself into a sitting position. Her broken hand hung at an unnatural angle. Tears streaked through her mascara. She looked at me with something that might have been fear or calculation.

“She attacked me,” Hazel said. Her voice was steadier now. Practiced. “She’s been trying to destroy me since she arrived. Everyone knows it. Tonight she came at me with the glass.”

“Shut up.”

I stood slowly. The healer was still working on Fia behind me. I could hear her breathing. That was all that mattered.

I walked toward Hazel. She flinched back, pressing herself against the wall like she could disappear into it.

“You tried to kill my mate,” I said quietly.

“No,” she said quickly. “She attacked me. I was defending myself—”

“My mate is bleeding,” I said. “You were holding the weapon. And you expect anyone here to believe she attacked you?”

Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

The crowd parted as Julius pushed his way through, other alphas and pack members behind him. His gaze swept over the shattered tiles, the blood, Hazel’s broken hand.

“Alpha Cian,” he said carefully. “What is the meaning of this?”

I did not look away from Hazel. “This Luna just tried to murder my wife.”

The reaction was immediate. Gasps. Shocked murmurs. Julius went very still.

“That is a serious accusation. Is that not her sister?”

“It’s the truth,” Fia said.

Her voice was weak but clear. The healer helped her sit up. She lifted her phone. The screen was cracked, but it was still on.

“And I have proof.”