To ruin an Omega Nov Chapter 24: No One But Me 2

Chapter 24: No One But

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FIA

I read the contract slowly. Every word felt like a punch to the gut.

The first clause said I had to conceive within six months. That I would be provided with his seed in sterile containers. That I was expected to inseminate myself according to a schedule his physicians would provide. Clinical. Cold. Like I was livestock being bred.

The second clause outlined my duties. I would wear the clothes Cian had intended for Hazel. I would attend pack functions on his arm. I would smile and nod and never speak unless spoken to. I would play the part of the Luna without actually having any of the power.

The third clause was about obedience. I would not question his authority. I would not challenge his decisions. I would defer to him in all things. The word "submit" appeared seven tis in that section alone.

I kept reading. My hands weren’t shaking anymore. They’d gone numb.

There were clauses about my movents. Where I could and couldn’t go. Who I could and couldn’t speak to. What parts of the compound were off limits. I would essentially be a prisoner with better accommodations than this cell.

The final clause said that any breach of the contract would result in imdiate punishnt at his discretion. No appeals. No second chances.

I looked up at him. He was leaning against the wall near the door. Watching

with that cold expression he wore so well.

"Would my sister have beco a traditional wife if she had actually married you in my place?" I asked. My voice ca out steadier than I expected. "She was always outspoken. Independent. She would have hated this."

He tilted his head. Sothing flickered across his face. Annoyance maybe.

"No," he said. "Because she was soone I actually wanted to get married to."

The words landed exactly how he ant them to. Sharp and precise and designed to hurt.

I smiled. I made sure it reached my eyes.

"If you want to show gratitude," I said carefully, "I will sign this. I will beco practically your slave. But one term here has to be changed."

He straightened up. I saw his eyebrows lift. Like he couldn’t believe I had the audacity to negotiate.

"What?" His tone was amused. Like I was a child asking for sothing ridiculous.

I looked down at the contract. Found the clause about conception. Read it again to make sure I had the wording right.

"I do not want you to hand

your seed routinely," I said. I looked up. t his eyes and held them. "I want you to do it yourself."

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

Then he laughed. Short and sharp and disbelieving.

"What?"

"You heard ."

He pushed off the wall. Took two steps toward . His face had gone from amused to sothing darker.

"Now you are showing your true colors," he said.

"Am I?" I kept my voice level. Kept my gaze locked on his. "I am just changing one term. I will accept the rest."

"I will never have sex with you," he said. Each word was deliberate. Final. "Even if hell freezes over."

"It is just one term," I said. "I will accept the rest."

I saw his jaw clench. Saw the muscle there jump.

"I have always been of the opinion," I continued, "that n did not mind the face behind the warm body on their bed. That they could sleep with anyone... with anything."

He laughed again. This ti it was uglier. aner.

"You have no sha," he said.

"Why would I?" I kept my chin up. Kept my shoulders back. "In your eyes, I am the worst kind of monster."

"Are you not?"

The question hung between us. I could feel the bond thrumming. I could feel his anger and disgust bleeding through.

"It is either that," I said quietly, "or you can keep denying

sex but the rest has to go."

I watched his face change. Watched the anger turn into sothing colder. More controlled.

He moved fast. Snatched the papers from my hand so quickly I didn’t have ti to react. The movent was violent. Barely restrained.

"You clearly have not spent a long ti here," he said.

"I will not be changing my mind."

"You will."

He turned. Started walking toward the cell door. His footsteps were heavy against the stone floor. Deliberate.

I watched him reach for the lock. Watched his hand close around the iron bars.

My heart was hamring. I could feel the bond pulling tight. Could feel my wolf howling inside

to just shut up. To let him leave. To stop pushing.

But I couldn’t.

"What about your mother?" The words ca out before I could stop them. "How long can you keep

here when I know she is dying to put a face to the title?"

He went still.

I saw his shoulders tense. Saw his hand grip the bars hard enough that his knuckles went white.

Then he moved.

He was on

so fast I didn’t have ti to back up. His hand closed around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. The pressure was light but the threat was clear. Dman clear.

His eyes were red. Completely red. His wolf was right there at the surface. Close enough to taste.

"Are you threatening ?" His voice was low. Dangerous.

My throat hurt where his hand pressed. My wolf was screaming at

to submit. To bare my neck. To show him I wasn’t a threat.

I kept eye contact. No, I forced myself not to look away.

I needed to keep playing the villain. Needed him to see

as soone who would use any leverage. Soone who had no scruples. Soone who deserved everything he was doing to .

Because if he saw anything else, if he saw how scared I was, how much this hurt, I would break. And I couldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of him.

"Why did that sound like a threat, Alpha Cian?" I kept my voice steady, kept my eyes on his.

His grip tightened, just enough for my pulse to leap against his palm. I saw the storm behind his eyes, the beast pacing just beneath his skin. His wolf wanted to break , to remind

what I was—small, defiant, oga. His human side was the only thing holding that violence back, and even that thread was fraying fast.

The bond burned hot between us. Every breath, every heartbeat, every drop of anger pouring from him was mine too. I felt how much my words had cut him, how deep the wound went when I’d thrown his mother into the fire of my argunt. I had found the one place he was still raw and dug my nails into it. Exactly what he expected

to do.

He released . His hand fell away like a blade sheathed after the damage was done. He stepped back once, twice, his chest still rising like he was trying to cage sothing wild inside.

"You have until morning," he said. His voice was hollow now, stripped of emotion. "Sign the contract as it is. Or stay here for a month. No food. No water. Nothing."

I smiled, slow and deliberate. "Alpha Cian, we both know that’s a lie. You need . You wouldn’t be down here, talking to

yourself if you didn’t. You need your pretty little prisoner to play the part of a good mate. So here’s my answer."

I leaned forward, just enough to provoke his rage. "Co morning, I won’t be signing anything. So you either listen to what I want, or kill

and be done with it."