The Omega who Killed her Alpha

Adira's boots struck the damp earth as she followed Kane through the narrow alley. Every step felt heavier than the last, her mind racing with the weight of Rhea's revelation. The name "Dorian" echoed in her thoughts, each syllable sharp and accusing. The distant hum of the council meeting tomorrow hung over her like a storm cloud.

"We'll camp here," Kane said, his voice breaking the silence.

Adira glanced up to see him standing beside a derelict building, its windows boarded and its roof sagging under the weight of time. Kane pushed open the door, the creak of rusted hinges cutting through the stillness.

The inside was just as bleak. Dust hung thick in the air, and broken furniture littered the floor. A faint light from the moon outside spilled through cracks in the boards, illuminating the disarray.

Adira dropped her pack onto the ground, her fingers brushing over the blood-stained note she'd tucked away. "You think this Dorian knows everything?" she asked.

Kane leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. "He knows enough. Enough to make him dangerous."

"And yet, you're willing to waltz into the council's den for answers?"

Kane's eyes flicked to hers, sharp and unyielding. "If you have a better idea, I'm all ears."

She didn't. And that infuriated her.

The tension between them hung heavy in the air. Kane finally pushed off the wall, pacing the room. "We need to be smart about this. The council doesn't play fair. If they catch a whiff of why we're there, it's over."

Adira frowned. "So, what's the plan?"

Kane smirked faintly. "Plans are flexible. What we need is leverage. Something Dorian wants—or fears."

Adira's gaze narrowed. "And what makes you think he'll talk to us?"

"Because Dorian's loyalty only lasts as long as his secrets stay buried," Kane said, his voice low. "And I know how to dig."

A faint rustling sound drew both their attention. Kane's hand darted to the blade strapped to his side, his body tense as his eyes scanned the room.

"Stay behind me," he murmured.

Adira bristled at the command but stayed silent. She crouched low, her own instincts kicking in as she strained to listen. The rustling grew louder, more deliberate.

A shadow moved near the far window. Kane was on it in seconds, his knife glinting in the pale light as he yanked the figure into view.

"Wait!" a voice squeaked.

Adira blinked in surprise. It was a boy, no older than sixteen, his wiry frame trembling as he struggled against Kane's grip.

"Who are you?" Kane demanded, his voice cold.

The boy's wide eyes darted to Adira, then back to Kane. "I—I was just looking for shelter. I didn't mean to—"

"Liar," Kane snapped, shoving the boy against the wall. "You've been following us."

Adira stepped forward, placing a hand on Kane's arm. "Let him speak."

Kane's jaw tightened, but he released the boy, though his knife stayed ready.

The boy rubbed his shoulder, his gaze darting nervously between them. "I swear, I wasn't following you. I—I overheard people talking about a council meeting tomorrow. About some Omega and a traitor."

Adira's blood ran cold. "What did they say?"

The boy hesitated, his hands trembling. "That they're going to make an example out of her. That the council wants to draw someone out."

Kane's eyes darkened. "Who?"

"I don't know," the boy stammered. "But they mentioned Viktor's name."

Adira's breath hitched. Viktor. His name was a knife to her gut, twisting with every mention.

Kane stepped closer to the boy, his presence looming. "What's your angle in all this? Why tell us?"

The boy swallowed hard. "Because... because I know what it's like to be hunted."

The sincerity in his voice gave Adira pause. She studied him closely, searching for signs of deception, but all she saw was fear.

Kane, however, remained unconvinced. "If you're lying—"

"I'm not!" the boy interrupted, his voice desperate. "Please, I just want to help."

Adira stepped between them, her gaze steady. "Enough. If he wanted to betray us, he wouldn't have warned us."

Kane's expression hardened, but he relented. "Fine. But he stays out of the way."

The boy nodded quickly. "I won't cause trouble. I promise."

Adira turned back to the boy. "What's your name?"

"Finn," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright, Finn," she said. "If you want to help, start by telling us everything you heard. Every detail."

Finn nodded, his hands wringing nervously as he began to recount the snippets of conversation he'd overheard. Each word painted a grimmer picture, one that tightened the knot in Adira's stomach.

By the time he finished, the room was silent.

"They're baiting us," Kane said finally, his voice cold. "They know we'll come for Dorian."

"And if we don't?" Adira asked, though she already knew the answer.

"Then they'll use the meeting to solidify their control," Kane said. "And anyone tied to you will suffer."

Adira's fists clenched. Viktor's shadow loomed over everything, his web of power and deceit tightening with every move.

"We'll go," she said, her voice firm.

Kane arched an eyebrow. "That simple, huh?"

"We don't have a choice," Adira shot back. "If we don't confront Dorian, we'll never get the answers we need."

Kane regarded her for a long moment before nodding. "Then we'll need to be ready. No mistakes."

Finn shifted nervously. "I—I can help."

Kane snorted. "You've done enough."

But Adira shook her head. "If he knows what he's getting into, we could use another set of eyes."

Kane's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.

As the three of them began to prepare for the council meeting, Adira couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap. But no matter the risk, she couldn't turn back now.

The truth waited in the shadows, and she was determined to bring it into the light—even if it cost her everything.

The night stretched on, tension thick in the air as they finalized their plan. Finn's nervous energy filled the room, while Kane's cold efficiency left no room for error.

When the first light of dawn broke through the cracks in the boarded windows, Adira stood ready.

Her resolve was unshakable, her determination burning bright.

Tomorrow, she would face the council. Tomorrow, she would confront Dorian.

And tomorrow, the lies would begin to unravel.