All Chapters of The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Thin gray light slipped through the curtains.Xavier’s fingers were still loosely curled around my wrist. The heart monitor kept its steady beat.His fever had broken before dawn, but the color hadn’t fully returned to his face. The silver and the compound in the wounds had done more damage than a pureblood should have allowed.I eased my hand free.He stirred once, brow tightening, then settled again. I sat still for a moment longer, looking at the bandages and the IV line, before I stood and went to the small bathroom. Cold water on my face changed nothing. In the mirror the black choker sat against my throat like a brand I had chosen not to remove.They’ll come for you.Xavier’s words from the night before sat in my head and refused to leave. He hadn’t explained. He never did. He just said it like a fact and closed his eyes.When I came back into the room, Brie was already changing the IV bag.“Stabilized around five,” she said without looking up. “Atticus checked him twice. Kaelen’

The Crown let me go after three hours.“They only said I was free to leave.”For now.Atticus handled the paperwork. No one explained why the guards had looked at the choker like it changed the rules. They only said I was free to leave—for now.By Monday evening I was back behind the bar, collar high, pretending the last two days had not happened. Xavier’s scent still clung to me. Matias had taken one look and said nothing. That was worse than questions.When the shift ended I did not go home.The black car was waiting two streets over. One of Atticus’s drivers. No words. The privacy partition stayed up the entire ride.The building in Vanguard was lower than the penthouse, easier to secure. Atticus met me in the private lobby, tablet in hand, expression neutral. His eyes moved from the fresh claim-scent on me to the choker, then away.“Kaelen is upstairs,” he said. “He asked to speak with you. Alone.”I felt the warning pulse through the bond from wherever Xavier was resting. I ignore

“Ravenna?”Scott’s voice lingered in the air. For a second, I couldn't move. Inside my head, Ciel was panicking.Get out, she urged. Her voice was sharp and low. Now.I ignored her. I had spent six years hiding from the Holloway family, making sure no one could put a face to the rogue woman I’d become. I should have turned around and walked away.But I wanted answers. What happened in that forest? Why was the Hunt different this time? Who put that chemical compound into Xavier’s wounds, and why were chemical weapons being used in a sanctioned Hunt?Ravenna, Ciel pushed harder. *We have what we came for. Leave.*Not yet.Xavier kept a firm hand on my waist, guiding me past Scott and into the treatment suite.The room smelled of antiseptic. It also smelled of expensive perfume. Healer Darren was already there. Her hair was pulled into a severe knot. I still remembered when I was younger; she taught me basic healing.She looked at me carefully, then turned to Xavier and gave him a bow. “

I exhaled once through my nose.Xavier watched me. “You’re not happy.”“I left that city in handcuffs and a stolen hoodie,” I said. “Going back under a Council summons while wearing your claim is not an improvement.”“We go together.”“That doesn’t make it better.”Xavier shifted, wincing as the movement pulled at his side. He brushed his thumb over the red marks Scott had left on my arm, then pulled away.“Forty-eight hours,” he said. “We prepare. We walk in on our terms. And you do not lower your eyes to anyone in that room. Including me.”I pulled my arm back.I looked at Xavier. “If my father is in that room,” I said, “I will not be civil.”Xavier gave me a thin, dark smile. “I’m counting on it.”**The car stopped in front of the cracked concrete building that passed for home.Two black SUVs pulled in behind us. Xavier’s people. Elite, silent, already scanning the street like The Pit might grow teeth at any second.I pushed the door open. “You can wait here,” I said.Xavier follo

The car that met them on the tarmac was black, armored, and silent. Atticus took the front passenger seat. Kaelen drove. Xavier and I sat in the back.Luminara rose ahead—glass and old bloodlines polished to a shine. The city that had once watched me leave in handcuffs now glittered like it had done nothing wrong.I waited until the partition sealed.“Who was the stewardess?”Xavier didn’t look away from the window. “An Omega I fucked on business trips.”I stared at him. "Shocking," I muttered sarcastically.“She was convenient,” he continued. “We had an arrangement. I got bored. She adapted.”“She looked at me like she wanted me dead.”“Most of them do, eventually.”I turned my head. “She smelled like Luminara roses.”A small, private grin touched his mouth. “Maybe she looked you up. The media already asked about the redhead with Prince Xavier. She might have done her homework.”“Fuck.”“Mm.”Atticus’s voice came through the speaker, dry. “Change of lodging. Healer Darren wants you bo