The Omega who Killed her Alpha

Adira pulled her hand free from his grip the moment they stepped into the shadows of the crumbling church. The air was damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of decay, and the floor groaned under their weight. She spun to face him, her back pressed against the cold stone wall.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice a sharp whisper.

The man's silhouette was barely visible in the dim light filtering through the broken stained glass. He didn't answer immediately, his gaze scanning the darkened room.

"Answer me," Adira pressed, her fingers itching toward the blade strapped to her thigh.

"I'm someone who knows when to ask questions and when to keep quiet," he replied smoothly, his voice low and even. He finally looked at her, his dark eyes narrowing. "Right now, you should focus on staying alive."

"I didn't ask for your help," she snapped.

"No," he said, taking a deliberate step closer. "But you took it. That means you owe me."

Adira's muscles tensed. She didn't like the way he moved—calculated, controlled, like he was always five steps ahead. Trusting him had been a gamble, and already, it felt like a mistake.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously.

He smirked, leaning casually against the wall as if they weren't being hunted. "I haven't decided yet."

Her jaw clenched. "Then we're done here."

She turned toward the door, but he was faster. In a single stride, he was in front of her, blocking her path.

"You're not going back out there," he said firmly.

Adira glared at him, her hand slipping to her blade. "Move."

"You'll get yourself killed."

"I'll take my chances."

His expression hardened, the smirk disappearing. "Look, I don't care what you're running from, but I'm not about to let you throw your life away. Not until I get what I need from you."

Adira's grip tightened on her blade. "And what, exactly, do you think I can give you?"

"You're connected to Viktor," he said simply.

Her heart skipped a beat. "What do you know about Viktor?"

"Enough to know he's not someone you walk away from easily." His gaze didn't waver, piercing and unrelenting. "And yet, here you are."

Adira didn't respond. She couldn't. The weight of Viktor's name hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the chains she had barely managed to escape.

The man sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, we don't have time for this. Either you trust me, or you don't. But if you want to survive, you'll stay here and keep quiet."

Before she could argue, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside.

Adira froze. The boots were heavy, deliberate, drawing closer.

The man moved quickly, grabbing her arm and pulling her deeper into the shadows. His grip was firm but not painful, his movements controlled.

"Stay still," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Adira's pulse thundered in her chest as the footsteps grew louder, closer. Through the broken doorway, she caught a glimpse of Malik's hulking figure, his silhouette framed by the dim moonlight.

"Search the area!" Malik barked, his voice sharp and commanding. "She's close."

Adira pressed herself against the wall, barely daring to breathe. Her fingers tightened around her blade, the weight of it comforting.

The man beside her didn't move, his body tense and ready. His eyes met hers briefly, a silent warning to stay quiet.

Two of Malik's men stepped into the church, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. The beams of light swept across the room, illuminating broken pews and shattered relics.

"She's not here," one of them said, his voice laced with doubt.

"She's smarter than that," the other muttered, his flashlight lingering on the shadows where Adira and the man were hidden.

Adira's grip on her blade tightened, her breath shallow and controlled.

"Check the back," Malik ordered from outside.

The men moved deeper into the church, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. Adira's muscles coiled, ready to strike if they got too close.

Beside her, the man remained calm, his eyes locked on the intruders.

One of the flashlights swept dangerously close, the beam brushing against the edge of their hiding spot. Adira's heart slammed against her ribs, her mind racing with escape scenarios.

But before the light could find them, a sharp whistle pierced the air, coming from outside the church.

The men froze, their flashlights darting toward the source of the sound.

"What was that?" one of them muttered.

"Malik," the other said, turning toward the door.

"Let's go," Malik's voice called.

The men hesitated for a moment before retreating, their footsteps fading into the night.

Adira exhaled slowly, her body sagging against the wall. The man beside her didn't move, his eyes still fixed on the doorway.

"Why did they leave?" she whispered.

"They were called off," he said simply, stepping away from the wall.

"Why?"

His gaze flicked to her, unreadable. "Because someone wanted them to."

Adira frowned, her mind racing. She didn't like unanswered questions, and this man seemed full of them.

"You know more than you're letting on," she said, her voice low.

"I could say the same about you," he replied, his tone even.

Adira narrowed her eyes. "You still haven't told me your name."

He smirked faintly. "Call me Kael."

"Kael," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "And you're Adira. Viktor's runaway."

Her stomach tightened. "How do you know that?"

Kael shrugged, his movements casual. "Let's just say I have my sources."

Adira's jaw clenched. She didn't like the way he spoke, as if he was always one step ahead.

"I don't have time for games," she said sharply. "If you're not going to help me, then stay out of my way."

Kael's smirk widened slightly. "Who said I wasn't helping?"

Adira stared at him, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She didn't have the energy to argue, not when she was still trying to figure out her next move.

"Fine," she said finally. "But if you try anything—"

"You'll kill me," he finished for her, his tone amused. "I get it."

Adira didn't respond. She turned toward the door, her mind already focused on the next step.

"We're not done here," Kael said behind her.

She paused, glancing back at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, his expression serious now, "if you want to take down Viktor, you're going to need more than a blade and sheer determination."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Who said I was trying to take him down?"

Kael's gaze met hers, unflinching. "You didn't have to."

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken.

Adira didn't answer. She couldn't.

Kael stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "You're not the only one who wants Viktor dead."

Adira's breath caught in her throat.

The faint sound of Malik's voice echoed in the distance, a reminder that the hunt wasn't over.

"We need to move," Kael said, his tone brisk.

Adira hesitated, her mind torn between trusting him and going it alone.

"Make a choice," Kael said, his eyes narrowing. "Because if we stay here, we're both dead."

Adira took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her blade.

"Fine," she said finally. "But this doesn't mean I trust you."

Kael's smirk returned. "Noted."

He turned toward the door, his movements quick and deliberate. Adira followed, her mind racing with questions she wasn't sure she wanted answers to.

As they slipped into the night, the shadows seemed to close in

around them, and for the first time, Adira felt the weight of the danger she was truly in.

And Kael, with his sharp eyes and sharper words, was a danger all his own.