The Omega who Killed her Alpha

The sound of shattering glass echoed in the silence, followed by an eerie stillness. James didn't move, his fists clenched at his sides as his sharp gaze bore into Sarah. Her breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling as though she'd run a mile. Between them lay the remnants of what once was—trust, boundaries, perhaps something more—now as broken as the vase she'd hurled.

"You're lying," Sarah said, her voice trembling, but her stance unwavering.

James's jaw tightened. "I've never lied to you."

The tension in the room was suffocating, a silent battle raging between them. Sarah didn't look away, didn't dare to blink, though her mind screamed at her to run. Confronting James Raymond was like standing before a storm—powerful, unpredictable, and inevitable.

"Then tell me why." She took a step closer, defiance sparking in her eyes despite the weight of his stare. "Why would you do this? Why go behind my back?"

James's gaze didn't waver. "Because I had to."

"That's not good enough!" she snapped, the raw edge in her voice cutting through the tension. "Do you have any idea what this—what you—have done to me?"

His expression darkened, shadows playing across the sharp planes of his face. "Don't make this about you, Sarah. This is bigger than both of us."

"Bigger than—" She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. "You've crossed a line, James. And you know it."

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "And you're naïve if you think I had another choice."

Sarah's heart thundered in her chest as his words struck like a blow. She had always known James was ruthless, that he would do whatever it took to protect what was his. But this… this was different. This wasn't just business.

"This isn't just about the company, is it?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

James hesitated, the smallest crack appearing in his armor. It was fleeting, but Sarah caught it—just a glimmer of something beneath the surface.

"I can't tell you everything," he said, his voice low, almost a plea.

She shook her head. "That's not good enough. Not anymore."

He didn't reply.

The silence between them stretched, heavy with words left unsaid. Sarah could feel her resolve slipping, her anger giving way to something far more dangerous: vulnerability.

"I trusted you," she said, her voice barely audible. "And you used me."

James closed his eyes briefly, as though her words had physically struck him. But when he opened them again, they were cold, guarded. "I never meant to hurt you, Sarah."

"But you did."

Before he could respond, the door burst open, and Elaine rushed in, her face pale. "We've got a problem."

James turned to her, his expression hardening. "What is it?"

Elaine's eyes flicked to Sarah, hesitation flickering across her face. "It's Damien. He's made his move."

The air in the room seemed to shift, the temperature dropping several degrees.

"What kind of move?" James asked, his voice dangerously calm.

Elaine swallowed hard. "He's targeting your board members. Several of them have already resigned, and he's spreading rumors—serious ones."

James's expression darkened further, a storm brewing behind his eyes. "What kind of rumors?"

Elaine hesitated again, glancing at Sarah. "About Sarah."

Sarah froze, her blood running cold. "What?"

"He's claiming that you're working with him," Elaine said, her voice soft but urgent. "That you've been feeding him information from inside the company."

"That's ridiculous!" Sarah snapped, her voice rising. "Why would I—"

James held up a hand, silencing her. His eyes were on Elaine, sharp and calculating. "Is there proof?"

Elaine shook her head. "Not yet. But he's convincing enough that some people are starting to believe him."

James's jaw tightened. "Where is he now?"

Elaine hesitated, her gaze flicking between James and Sarah. "He's… here."

"What do you mean, here?" James demanded, his voice like ice.

"He's downstairs," Elaine said. "He walked into the building an hour ago and demanded to see you."

Sarah's stomach churned. Damien Pierce had always been a shadowy figure in her life, someone she'd heard about but never met. The idea of him being so close sent a chill down her spine.

James turned to Sarah, his gaze piercing. "Stay here."

"No," she said firmly. "If Damien is accusing me of working with him, then I deserve to face him."

James's eyes narrowed. "This isn't up for debate, Sarah."

She crossed her arms, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. "I'm coming with you."

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Finally, James nodded, his expression grim. "Fine. But stay close to me."

Elaine led the way, her heels clicking against the polished floor as they made their way to the lobby. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with questions and fears.

When they reached the lobby, Damien was waiting. He stood in the center of the room, his hands in his pockets, a smug smile on his face.

"James," he said, his voice smooth and unhurried. "It's been a while."

James's expression didn't change. "Cut the small talk, Damien. What do you want?"