Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 893: Someone To See ()

"You never truly blamed him for anything, did you?" Neveah laughed weakly. It was a mirthless, almost painful sound.

The bond Lothaire and Vilma shared was just that formidable.

It had been apparent the last time, but she hadn’t sensed it as clearly as she did now. The reason why Vilma revealed no remorse whatsoever.

"You’d rather blame the whole world for not giving into him, hence pushing him to become a tyrant. Or blame his bloodline for the violent tendencies he was born with." She scoffed beneath her breath,

"You never once accepted the fact that it was a path he’d chosen himself. In your eyes, Lothaire has always been the victim. And everyone else, the perpetrator."

Vilma didn’t respond. And Neveah didn’t expect a response. There was truly nothing left to say. She’d lived in her delusions long enough, it was too late to see beyond them now.

Neveah had always wanted to know, to understand why she’d had to go through all she did.

Why they hated her for crimes she knew nothing about...why every other child grew up with loving parents, and a community that cherished them. Or at least one of the two.

Whereas, she was raised in a palace, yet worse off than a slave.

She wasn’t even Lothaire’s bastard child at all. And Neveah knew somewhere deep down, Vilma always knew it.

But she just couldn’t accept that Lothaire was willing to go to such lengths to hold onto any traces of Eira he could.

And so, Neveah suffered for it. For Lothaire’s obsession, for being her mother’s daughter, for Vilma’s despair, and for Alessio’s desires.

"One day, you’ll understand." Vilma murmured finally, avoiding Neveah’s gaze, "Some people are just born unlucky."

Neveah smiled stiffly. Because now she knew there was nothing to understand.

Lothaire... Vilma...Alessio, they didn’t have any grand justification for their actions.

She simply found herself trapped at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people.

"Perhaps." Neveah muttered, walking over to Vilma. She placed a vial on the table and then turned on her heel.

"My son... your true mate..."

Neveah paused in her tracks.

"Did you ever... even just a little... love him?"

Her brows furrowed slightly. Did she ever love Alessio?

It was a strange question. Not one she’d ever pondered about before. They were mates, that was an inarguable fact.

But she’d hated him for so long, had there ever been even a chance that she could possibly love him?

The answer was obvious to her. "No."

Not in this life, not in the life before this. And not even in the next life.

Fate could force bonds, but it couldn’t tell her heart who to love. Especially not the man who’d caused her so much pain.

She didn’t wait. Not when she heard the first of Vilma’s fractured sobs. Not when Xenon’s pained gaze met hers. Not even when Vilma’s shrieks echoed through the side palace.

She just kept walking. Until the sounds behind her were but a distant echo. Until she drew in a desperate breath of clean air.

Neveah gasped quietly, clutching her chest. She wasn’t certain what she had expected to feel.

Relief? Satisfaction?

At the moment, she felt nothing. She’d been numb for too long already.

"Veah..." Xenon reached for her but she lifted a hand to stop him.

Just now, he’d witnessed a glimpse of her past. A fraction of the kind of life she’d lived for seventeen years. And while she knew his heart ached for her, she’d dwelled top long on the past, she didn’t want to waste another moment on it.

It took a few deep inhales before she regained her composure. Standing up straight, she stared up at the sky, squinting slightly.

As much as it tore at her, she didn’t regret the last grace she’d given. The contents of the vial had been a choice.

Swift. Painless. A mercy Neveah had never received herself.

But if she took that mercy, or not, was Vilma’s decision to make.

Neveah’s eyes went closed, ’Light it up.’

Her thought was answered almost instantly. A shadow soared over the side palace, and a torrent of flames rained down on it.

The heat spread in strong waves, but Neveah didn’t flinch. She turned slowly, staring at the roaring flames engulfing the side palace.

This place...it held so many terrible memories. She’d been beaten and broken within those halls, crawling her way back to a cold room worse than a prison cell.

The side palace was home to the Eclipse Princess. Everyone had believed it was a privilege she’d been given a palace to herself.

Only those who had been within its walls, knew the truth. It wasn’t a palace at all, but a place of nightmares.

Even beyond Vilma, it didn’t deserve to be left standing.

Her midriff pulsed excruciatingly, and sweat beaded on her forehead but still, she watched the flames in solemn silence.

Seeing it burn didn’t provide the comfort that she’d hoped for, still, she knew it was the right choice.

After a moment, she turned, meeting Xenon’s gaze. "My father...where is he?"

Now that she’d gotten this burden off her chest, and the Lothaire dynasty had truly come to a definite end, it was time to truly face the past.

And the first person she wanted to see, was Kaideon.

"I’ll show you." Xenon said.

It was the first time she’d spoken directly to him since she regained consciousness, and his eyes lit up so brightly, it tugged at her heart.

She averted her gaze and followed his lead through the Eclipse Palace. This time, the courtyard was not as deserted as it had been.

The burning side palace had attracted the attention of the Winter and Eclipse wolves alike.

Now, all eyes trailed her as she ventured into the palace again.

Xenon led the way to the royal study, where King Nolan, Kaideon, Cassian, and Jian were engaged in a conversation.

Jian turned at her entrance, but Neveah didn’t meet his gaze.

"Veah," Kaideon strode over to her, his brows furrowed in concern. "You shouldn’t be out here already."

Neveah shook her head slightly. Her eyes darted between Kaideon and King Nolan. "I think... there’s someone you’d both like to see."