[BL]My Stepbrother, My Fated Omega-Chapter 83: The Night of Reckoning

Back in the city, at Lucien’s apartment.

Adrian sat between Ash and Lucien, their heads resting on the couch. He held a box of popcorn in his hand as all three watched the screen quietly, taking turns with the popcorn.

On the TV, the female lead was shot by a jealous lover. The male lead held her, crying out her name in disbelief. Lucien’s gaze darkened. The scene reminded him of the vision he had seen earlier, himself being shot.

Adrian noticed his expression, quickly grabbed the remote, and switched off the television.

"Look at me," Adrian said firmly. "Don’t overthink what you saw. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Whoever tries to harm you will have to pass through me first, okay?"

Lucien nodded, and Adrian pulled him into a hug.

Ash, trying to lighten the mood, asked Lucien, "Didn’t you say there was some porridge and flatbread left?"

Lucien blinked, his tone softening. "Yeah, they’re in the fridge."

Adrian sighed, rubbing his temple. "Don’t tell me you’re actually going to eat that. It’s been there too long."

Ash grinned. "Grandma’s food is too precious to throw away," he said, walking toward the kitchen.

Just then, Adrian’s phone rang. He answered, listened for a moment, then stood quickly. "I have to rush home, my father’s unwell."

Ash stepped out of the kitchen, worry written on his face. "Should I come with you?"

Adrian shook his head. "No. Stay with Lucien," he said, already heading out the door.

...

When Adrian reached home, he found his father in bed, breathing heavily. The family doctor was beside him, checking his pulse, while Celeste stood nearby, looking worried.

Adrian asked, "Doctor, what’s wrong with him?"

The doctor replied, "He’s been under too much stress lately. It’s caused his blood pressure to spike. He needs to avoid emotional strain, rest properly, and take his medication on time."

Adrian nodded. "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor packed up his things, bowed slightly and left.

Adrian moved closer to his father, holding his hand. "Father, I’m here. You’ll be okay."

His father turned to him weakly. "Eva left me, son...she divorced me. I don’t even know what I did wrong. I’ve tried calling her, but she won’t answer. Do you know where she is? I need to talk to her, to ask what I did and fix it. I want her back, Adrian. I love her so much."

Adrian’s heart ached as he listened. His thoughts grew heavy. Father...if she told you the truth, that her son is pregnant with my child...would you still want her back?

He swallowed hard and said softly, "You need to rest, Father. Everything will be fine."

He gently covered him with a blanket, then sat in the chair beside the bed, watching his father’s weak breaths until he slowly drifted to sleep.

Then he glanced at Celeste, who was still standing at the side, and asked softly, "Aren’t you feeling sleepy?"

"I was waiting for you," she replied.

Adrian sighed, shaking his head as he stood and walked out of the room. Celeste followed him quickly.

In the living room, Adrian went to the cupboard, pulled out a bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, and took a slow sip. He turned to her with tired eyes. "What do you want, Celeste? Can’t you just go to your room?"

She looked at him steadily. "I want you. And it’s not my room, it’s our bedroom."

Adrian let out a dry laugh, setting the glass down. "You know we can’t share the same room. Even that night was a mistake. Let it go, Celeste."

Her expression hardened. "Is that what your father wants?"

Adrian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing.

Celeste stepped closer, her tone turning sharp. "If my parents, or your father, found out the real reason you keep pushing me away... because you’re screwing my brother...what do you think would happen?"

She gave a low, cold laugh. "Especially now that he’s pregnant."

Adrian froze, his hand tightening around the glass. His eyes lifted sharply. "How did you know?"

"Nothing escapes me," she said smugly.

Adrian downed the rest of the wine in one swallow, then placed the glass back on the table with a loud thud. "Good," he muttered. "Then you already know he’s pregnant."

He turned to leave, but her voice cut through the silence. "I wonder...if the child he’s carrying is yours or Senior Stephene’s."

Adrian stopped mid-step, turning slowly toward her. His face darkened, voice low and controlled. "I’m the only one who’s ever touched your brother, and I always will be. Stop your filthy imaginations."

Celeste tilted his head slightly. "And if you find out it’s not your child?"

Adrian stared at her for a long moment, then simply shook his head, walking past her toward the stairs. He didn’t look back as he headed to the guestroom, leaving her standing there, fuming in silence.

In the guest room, Adrian lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Celeste’s words replayed in his mind, twisting in his chest.

Is she insane? he muttered under his breath.

Trying to say the child might not be mine...

Just then, his phone buzzled beside him. He reached for it and glanced at the screen- a message from Ash’s mother.

Ash’s mother: Hi, I heard your father is unwell. How is he doing?

Adrian sighed before typing a reply.

Adrian: He’s a bit better now.

A few seconds later, he sent another message.

Adrian: I guess he might have fallen ill because you left.

There was a short pause before her response appeared.

Ash’s mother: Even so, his pride and reputation are more more important than me.

Goodnight.

Adrian stared at the screen for a long moment, the glow of the phone reflecting in his eyes. Then he placed it aside, turned on his side, and closed his eyes, yet sleep refused to come.

...

At the club, Naomi sat at the table cluttered with half-empty bottles. Her cheeks were flushed, her head heavy from the alcohol.

Her phone buzzled across the table. She blinked a few times before picking it up.

"Naomi?" Martin’s voice came through, tense with worry. "If you’re too drunk, let me come for you."

Naomi laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I’m good. You’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be out this late. I’ll take a taxi."

Martin sighed. "Alright. Just...call me when you get home, okay?"

"I will," she said before hanging up.

Naomi pushed herself up from the chair, unsteady on her feet. She grabbed a bottle from the table and took another sip as she stumbled toward the exit.

Outside, the cool air hit her face. She mumbled to herself, her voice slurred, "Why do I have these feelings for her? Why am I craving for her?"

She stepped onto the road, her thoughts swirling.

Then, bright headlights flashed.

A car sped toward her. The sound of screeching tires filled the air, followed by a sickening thud.

The man behind the wheel stepped out calmly, his eyes fixed on Naomi’s motionless body, blood pooling beneath her.

He pulled out his phone and spoke in a low voice.

"Ma’am, the Alpha you sent me to kill...is dead."