To ruin an Omega - Chapter 420: Girls get it done

Chapter 420: Girls get it done

FIA

“Run,” I told Morrigan, and I meant it. I didn’t look away from Aldric when I said it, because I knew the moment I did, he would take advantage of it. “Get out of here. Now.”

“No.”

It came out flat, like she had already made peace with whatever was about to happen.

I spared her a glance anyway, and that was my first mistake. She had moved closer instead of retreating, her stance shifting as the change started to take hold. It wasn’t a full shift, not yet, but I could see it happening under her skin, bones pressing and reforming, fingers lengthening into claws that caught the dining room light. Her breathing had changed too, becoming heavier and deeper as something older and meaner rose to the surface.

“Mother-in-law, you can’t—”

“I have a score to settle with this bastard,” she cut in, and her voice didn’t sound like hers anymore. It had dropped into something rough, something edged with a growl that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. “You’re the one who should go. You’re pregnant, Fia.”

Aldric laughed.

It wasn’t loud, but it carried, dragging across my nerves in a way that made my stomach turn. He rolled his shoulders like he was loosening up for a spar, casual, almost bored, and when his gaze slid to Morrigan, there was nothing there but contempt.

“You’re old, Morrigan,” he said, like he was pointing out something obvious. “And you’re no Alpha. Take the Omega’s advice and run. Even she has a better fighting chance than you.”

Morrigan’s lip curled, and I saw the flash of fangs where her teeth had sharpened.

“You tormented your own brothers for so long,” she said, and there was something heavy in the way she spoke, something that had been sitting in her chest for years, maybe decades. “Instead of dying and going to hell like you deserve, you still linger. Still crawl back to torment him.”

She stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

“Die.”

Aldric moved first.

He came low and fast, faster than anything that size had a right to be, but Morrigan met him halfway like she had been waiting for it. Her clawed hand snapped out and caught his arm mid-swing, and she twisted hard enough that I heard the crack of bone, or at least something close to it.

But even at that, he barely reacted.

His other hand came up in a brutal uppercut that connected with her jaw. The sound of it made something in my chest tighten. Her head snapped back, her body rocking with the force, but she didn’t go down.

I didn’t think after that. Thinking would have slowed me down, and slowing down would have gotten us killed.

I moved.

I slammed into his side with everything I had, my shoulder taking the brunt of it, and the impact knocked us both off balance. We hit the floor hard enough that the breath punched out of me, my lungs burning as I tried to drag air back in, but I didn’t give him time to recover. I drove my knee up into his ribs, feeling the jolt of it run all the way up my leg.

He grunted, more annoyed than hurt, and then his elbow came out of nowhere.

It caught me at the temple.

For a second, everything went white as if someone had wiped the world clean. Then the stars came, sharp and disorienting, and the room tilted under me as my balance slipped. I felt his weight shift as he tried to pin me, his hand catching at my shoulder, forcing me down.

And then he was gone.

Morrigan had him.

Her hands locked around his throat from behind, claws digging in just enough to hold, and she hauled him backward with a strength that didn’t match her frame. I rolled away, coughing as air finally rushed back into my lungs, each breath dragging like it had to fight its way in.

“Stay down,” she snarled at him, her grip tightening.

He didn’t listen.

His head snapped back, sharp and sudden, and I heard the crack before I saw the blood. It sprayed from her nose, bright and immediate, and her grip faltered for half a second. That was all he needed.

He twisted in her hold, slipping just enough to turn, and then his fist drove into her stomach. Once, then in quick succession, another followed.

Each hit landed heavy, the sound of it dull and solid. She folded forward, her body reacting before she could stop it, and he shoved her off like she weighed nothing.

I was already moving again.

There was a broken chair near my feet, one of the legs splintered clean off. I grabbed it without thinking and swung.

He ducked, but not enough.

The wood connected with the side of his face, and I felt it give slightly on impact, heard the faint crack as skin split. Blood welled up almost instantly, dark against Gabriel’s face.

That sight twisted something inside me.

I hated it. I hated that every time I hit him, it was someone else’s face taking the damage. Hated that his features were warped into something cruel and wrong and that smile was sitting where it didn’t belong.

But I reminded myself that Gabriel wasn’t there.

Not right now.

But Aldric was. And that was a deadly place for him to be.

Morrigan recovered quicker than he expected. She came in from the side, quick on her feet, and her claws immediately went in him, dragging across his arm. The fabric tore under her grip, followed by skin, four clean lines opening up as blood followed in their wake.

He hissed, the sound sharp and animal like, and his hand came around in a backhand that caught her across the face.

The force of it sent her stumbling, her shoulder hitting the wall hard enough to rattle it, but she didn’t stay down. She pushed off it almost immediately and launched herself back at him with teeth bared.

We didn’t need to speak. There wasn’t time for it, and even if there had been, we wouldn’t have used it.

We fell into a rhythm.

When I went high, she went low. When she forced him back, I stepped in to close the space. We didn’t give him a second to breathe, didn’t give him the room to reset or think through his next move.

My fist connected with his jaw, the impact jarring up my arm, and his head snapped to the side. Before he could recover, Morrigan’s claws raked across his ribs, drawing another line of blood. He reached for her, fingers closing around her wrist, but I was already there.

I drove my knee into the back of his leg.

He dropped.

One knee hit the ground, his balance finally giving under the pressure we’d been piling on, and for the first time since this started, he looked almost off-center.

Morrigan didn’t hesitate.

She brought her elbow down hard against the back of his neck, putting her full weight behind it, and his arms buckled. He went forward onto his hands, the impact echoing faintly against the floor.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Not completely, not really, but enough that I could feel it. The shift. The fragile edge of something that might have been victory.

For a second, I thought we had him.