Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 112: What ifs
Chapter 110
Jack
"Last chance."
Gun pointed at my head.
Voice tight enough to crack.
Richard’s patience is hanging by a single thread.
"Where is he?" he grits out.
"You might as well just kill me," I say, hands raised. "Because there’s no way I’m telling you that."
And I mean it.
His jaw ticks.Something cold flickers in his eyes , not rage, but certainty.
A man who already decided I’m dead; he’s just choosing the method.
Laurent exhales like I’m a misbehaving toddler.
"You can do this the easy way or the hard way," he murmurs.
"Do your worst."
"You are prolonging the inevitable. I will find him."
Sebastian’s voice is like a corpse climbing out of a freezer.He tries to look threatening but the swelling around his eye ruins the effect.
"Ah yes. You and the fan club." I gesture lazily.
"The four dukes of Solmere, storming a small coastal town to kidnap one omega from his family."
I clap slowly, mock applause.
"What an accomplishment. Truly. You must feel very powerful."
"He is not yours," Marius says, eyes burning like a sermon gone feral. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Our lives beg to differ," I shoot back.
"Long before—"
"Oh shut up," I cut him off. "I don’t care about your nostalgic delusions or whatever fantasy history you think gives you ownership."
I take a single step forward.
The gun presses against my forehead hard, cold, steady. He’s killed before, several times probably. But this is not my first dance with a murdererous bastard, I’m not afraid.
"My beloved," I say calmly, "is my omega. He knows that. I know that. If that wasn’t true, why would he choose to live with me?"
Silence. Unnerving silence, and I really should stop talking or he might pull the trigger.
"Look," I continue, "he’s beautiful , extremely so but he’s not some pet, he is human with freedom of choice."
Duke Marius’ expression wavers, like I just told him water wasn’t wet.
"He hates you," I say. Calm. Cold. Final. "He ran from you. You haunt him. You’re monsters.And like the fucking nightmares you are ,you showed up here in my, in our home and turned his peace into a fucking nightmare."
Their expressions twitch. Not remorse, or even a twinge of guilt but they look insulted, that’s it? Not surprised really.
"Don’t think I don’t know what kind of sick desires you all have," I continue. "Which is why you’re going to put a bullet in my skull, or torture me. I don’t give a fuck."
I step forward into the barrel of the gun. Press my forehead against it.
"Because I made sure Ciel will never, ever fall back into your hands."
***
Ciel
This is the fifth car.
After two buses. A train. Back roads. Detours. No sleep. No home. No breath.
Nolan drives. Lanny sleeps. And I... I stare out the window, my cheek presses to the cold window. Grassland blurs by. No ocean. No sun. No Jack.
I hate this feeling , this hollow ache under my ribs like someone scooped out my heart and left only trembling behind.
I am so tired.
Not physically — that’s easy. I’ve survived worse exhaustion. It’s the knowing.
Knowing why we’re doing this.
Knowing who we’re running from.
Knowing they found me.
Again.
I exhale shakily.
I hate this. I hate them. I hate fate. I hate being born like this.
Sometimes I wonder... if I had been born less beautiful, less omega, less desirable, would I have been free? Would I have lived peacefully? Would I have lived at all?
I drag Jack’s hoodie up and breathe him in.
But his scent is fading.Everything inside me tightens.My shoulders. My lungs. My spine.
If his scent fades... does he fade too?
My chest aches. My throat tightens.
What if I don’t see him again?
The thought slams into me so hard my chest tightens.Regret tastes sharp on my tongue.
What do I have of him, if this is the end?
I hold the back of my neck instinctively, terrified. That spot pulses like it remembers something that never happened.
My fear of going all the way suddenly stupid. Pointless.
I thought we had time.
I thought we could take it slow.
Because love was new and safe and gentle for once. Should have known better really, when has life ever gone well for me?
Now all the "what ifs" claw up my throat like broken glass.
What if we had slept together?
What if I had let him knot me?
What if he had marked me?
What if I’d asked him?
Would I really have regretted it?
Or would I have felt safe for once?
I love Lanny so much it hurts — I would die for him — but thinking about having Jack’s child...My heart stutters.Not out of fear.
But hope.
Stupid, foolish, dangerous hope.
To be tied to someone willingly, scares me but when I think about how someone is jack, it’s not so scary.
If Jack had marked me... I don’t think I would’ve felt trapped.I think it would’ve felt like finally choosing where I stand.
And I didn’t say it.
I didn’t tell him.
I should’ve told him I loved him. I love him.
His life would have been easier if he never met me.
He would’ve lived freely.
Peacefully. But he chose me anyway.
The tears push up, thick, burning, heavy — but I swallow them, hard.
Cry later.
Fall apart later.
I shove every emotion into a box and slam the lid shut.
I’ve been doing it for years. I’m an expert by now.
Survive first.
Break later.
That’s what omegas like me learn.
***
Jack
It’s a standstill.
The ocean outside is calm , mockingly calm, like the universe decided to watch me drown in silence.
"On your knees," Richard says.
I don’t move.
His jaw ticks. The gun digs harder into my forehead, metal pressing bone. I feel the cold ring on the muzzle. Strange how a tiny piece of metal can decide life and death so simply.
He shoves again.
I grit my teeth and slowly drop to my knees.
Suddenly the double doors explode inward.
Boots thunder. Steel flashes. Black coats fan out in a wave of lethal precision, crest-emblazoned armbands gleaming — gold and ivory, the royal sigil.
Guns drawn.
Eyes cold.
The four dukes stiffen like wolves suddenly sensing a bigger predator in the room.
"STEP AWAY FROM HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, PRINCE JACKSON CARTER ALBRECHT THE THIRD."
