Ruin Me, Alpha
Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling when her mate rejects her on their wedding day and her father is arrested by her sworn enemy, Alpha Devon. This takes her back to square one, stripping her of every power she had as an Alpha daughter and turning into an Omega over night. To wash down the misery of being ruined by a man that not only arrested her father but had also killed her brother, she decided to go for a party.
In that party, she meets a mysterious man in which she is attracted to. He takes her to his private cabin and they share a hot, steamy night.
Irene Harvey’s life comes crumbling the second time when she learnt that the man she shared a steamy night with was Alpha Devon, the man she had always detested and the new Alpha of her Pack.
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“What do you want?” Irene spat, not bothering to flip the light on. His scent that she loathed with every fiber of her being announced him before his lips did.
“You,” he replied softly, as if he hadn’t just snapped an innocent man’s neck for merely speaking to her.
“You need to leave me alone, Devon.” Her voice crackled with frustration and fury.
“You know that’s not possible,” he said, voice smooth as silk.
“Stop this madness! What more do you need from me? You took my family, stripped me of my title, forced me into an Omega’s life. You took everything. Just leave. Me. Alone. Please.”
In a blink he was inches from her, breath hot on her neck. “You don’t understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. This is do‑or‑die. Either I have you… or I kill every man who even breathes near you.”
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Chapter: Chapter 63: I’ll Fight for YouDEVON’S POV“I’ll take the Gamma position.”The words left my mouth so calmly that for a second even I could almost pretend they didn’t matter. Zane stared at me across the desk.His hand, halfway to a stack of reports, froze in the air.For three full seconds, he said absolutely nothing.Then he leaned back slowly in his chair and narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re joking.”“I’m not.”He barked out a dry laugh. “Devon, I know you enjoy chaos more than most men enjoy breathing, but this isn’t funny.”I stayed where I was, hands in my pockets, shoulders loose, expression blank. Morning light spilled in through the tall office windows and caught the polished edge of his desk. Outside, I could hear distant movement in the training yard, boots on dirt, wolves barking orders, the sharp clang of metal. Normal sounds. Steady sounds.Inside the office, the air had gone strange.“I said I’ll take it,” I repeated. “If the council insists on restructuring ranks with me back in the territory, then
Last Updated: 2026-04-20
Chapter: Chapter 62: Forced to ChooseThe memorial service ended in absolute chaos. Devon was back. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't an illusion. He had stood on that stage, spoken to the pack, and completely shattered the reality we had lived in for the past two years.The shock had barely settled before Gideon summoned me. He didn't ask me to join him. He ordered me. And my father backed him up.That was exactly how I ended up sitting at a rectangular table just two hours later. A private dinner. Just the three of us. Gideon. My father. And me.I stared down at the plate in front of me. I pushed my fork around. I had absolutely no appetite. My stomach was tied in knots.Gideon sat directly across from me. He calmly cut his steak. My father sat at the head of the table. He drank his water. Nobody spoke about the man who had just walked out of the grave. Nobody mentioned Devon’s name. They acted like the entire afternoon hadn't happened. They acted like the world hadn't just shifted on its axis."We need to advance the timeli
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Chapter: Chapter 61: HomecomingCHAPTER SIXTY-ONE DEVON’S POV Her hand felt small in mine, but the grip she had on my fingers was anything but weak. It was a lifeline. I pushed open the heavy double doors leading back out to the memorial service. The harsh light of the hall hit my face, a harsh reminder that I was actually here. Not in a loop. Not in a frozen void. Here. In the real world, walking into my own fucking funeral. The silence that rolled over the hall was immediate and absolute. It was as if someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the atmosphere. Two hundred pack members, dressed in their solemn blacks and muted greys, stopped dead in their tracks. A woman in the front row dropped her champagne flute. It shattered against the cobblestones. I ignored the crowd. My eyes found Zane first. He was standing near the front podium, a clipboard in his hand, frozen like a statue. The color completely drained from his face. Beside him, Brielle let out a choked gasp, her hands flying to cover her mouth
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Chapter: The ReturnIRENEREAL WORLD — PRESENT Twenty-four months.Seven hundred and thirty days.That was how long it had been since the world stopped spinning, even though everyone else insisted it kept turning.I sat on the edge of my bed in the North Pack guest quarters, staring at the wall. The silence was deafening. It was supposed to be peaceful. That was the lie I told myself when I walked away from the witch two years ago. She had given me the choice: enter the loop, enter his hell, and fight for him, or walk away and live.I chose to live. I chose sanity. I told myself that the sick hating game with Devon was a cancer I needed to cut out. I told myself I would be happy without the blood, the obsession, the constant war of our existence. I thought the decision I made was the best for me.Keyword: thought.I wasn't happy. I was a hollow shell painted to look like a woman. Every night for two years, I grieved him. Not the monster who killed my brother, not the Alpha who tormented me, but the love
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Chapter: The ReckoningDEVONI didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe.Irene stood in the center of my dining hall, a vibrant, bleeding wound of a woman against the cold mahogany and stone. The red dress was a statement—a scream of defiance against the white lace Voltage undoubtedly had waiting for her. Her amber eyes were rimmed with red, her chest heaving, her scent a chaotic storm of vanilla and pure, unadulterated adrenaline.I let the silence stretch. I let the clock on the wall tick once, twice, three times. I was the Alpha. I was the man who had lived through many deaths . I wasn't going to let her see the way my heart was currently trying to punch its way out of my ribs.I set the bourbon bottle down with a slow, deliberate click.“You’re late for breakfast,” I said, my voice as smooth as the silk of her dress.Irene didn’t flinch. She marched forward, her heels clicking like a countdown on the marble floor. She stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her hat
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Chapter: The Final CountdownDEVONTwenty-three days.I cut into the steak on my plate, the silver knife slicing through the rare meat with a satisfying slide. Blood pooled on the porcelain, mixing with the peppercorn sauce.Twenty-three days since Voltage dragged her out of my house. Twenty-three days of silence. Twenty-three days of watching the clock on the wall tick down toward my damnation.I chewed slowly, savoring the metallic taste.In less than twenty-four hours, the loop would seal. The window was closing. The witch had been clear about the parameters: make her love me, or get stuck in this hellish repetition for eternity. If the clock struck midnight tonight and Irene didn’t look at me with something other than murderous hatred, I was trapped.I swallowed and took a sip of the bourbon I’d poured for breakfast. It burned going down.I didn’t mind being trapped. I didn’t mind the hell. I just hated losing.The heavy oak doors of the dining hall swung open, banging against the walls. I didn’t look up. I k
Last Updated: 2026-03-24
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession
"I wore my sister’s diamond ring to survive. I never planned to steal her monster of a husband."
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"You disgust me, Serena. Don’t think for a second this ring means I won’t ruin you."
Those were the first words Julian Cross ever spoke to me.
My twin sister, Serena, had it all—the glamour, the billion-dollar inheritance, and Julian, the ruthless, untouchable king of the city’s underworld. I was the hidden twin, a secret our family buried in the shadows to protect their perfect image. While she wore diamonds, I dealt cards in an underground casino just to survive.
Until the night Serena vanishes, leaving behind no trace of her whereabout.
With a fragile corporate empire on the verge of collapse, my family gives me a deadly ultimatum: step into Serena’s designer heels, wear her wedding ring, and fool her terrifying husband. Just until they find her.
I thought the hardest part would be pretending to know a world of wealth I'd never touched. I was wrong. The hardest part is surviving Julian.
He and Serena didn't just have a loveless marriage; they were locked in a venomous war. But when I don't flinch at his cruelty, when my street-smart instincts take over and I fight back instead of cowering, the cold hatred in Julian’s eyes shifts into something more dangerous.
Obsession.
"You used to beg for my attention, Serena. You used to cry when I ignored you." He said.
"You used to bore me to death," he murmured, "Now? I can't figure you out. It's driving me insane."
But in Julian's world, every lie has a price. The closer he gets, the closer he is to realizing I'm a fraud.
And then, the phone rings. It’s Serena. And she wants her husband back.
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Chapter: TakenCHAPTER FORTY-TWOLAUREN’S POVThe flight back to Seattle felt like sitting inside a loaded gun.Julian said almost nothing.He sat across from me in the private jet, one hand braced on the armrest, the other wrapped around a glass he had not touched in twenty minutes. His chest was bandaged under a black shirt. His face was pale. And his eyes were cold.He looked like he wanted to kill me and kiss me and had not decided which one would annoy him less.I looked away first.“Stop staring,” he said.“I wasn’t.”“You were.”I crossed my arms. “You look like shit. Hard not to notice.”The phone in his hand buzzed. He answered without looking away from me.“Talk.”A pause.His jaw tightened.“Who saw us?”Another pause.“Change the route.”He hung up and leaned back.I swallowed. “What now?”“Seattle is warm.”I frowned. “Warm?”“Dante’s men.” He said it like he was commenting on the weather. “Two of them were seen near the private hangar before takeoff.”My stomach dropped. “So they know
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Chapter: He Forgot Me, But Not His ObsessionCHAPTER FORTY-ONELAUREN’S POVI woke up angry.The room was too quiet. The bed beside mine had not been slept in. My dress from yesterday was still hanging off the chair like proof that my life had become one long bad decision.I dragged myself up, washed my face, and tied my hair back. My throat still hurt when I swallowed.The moment I stepped out of the bedroom, I heard voices in the dining area.“…memory gap is recent,” Marcus was saying. “Not his whole life. Just the stretch before coming over here, to Melbourne started getting blurry. The hit to his chest, whatever drug Rossi used before, the stress—”They think it's some drug Dante used and not Serena.“I said I’m fine.”Julian. He was cold.I stopped walking.“You tried to throw her out the fucking window,” Marcus shot back.“And yet she’s alive.”Silence.Then Silas spoke, quiet as ever. “That is not the point.”I walked in before they could say another word.All three men looked at me.Julian’s gaze hit first. Full of fresh
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Chapter: Choked To HeatCHAPTER FORTYLAUREN’S POVMy throat burned like I’d swallowed fire. I woke on the cold marble floor of the bathroom, gasping, one hand flying to my neck where Julian’s fingers had left dark, blooming bruises. The penthouse was quiet now—too quiet. Silas must have dragged Julian off me before he finished the job. My vision still swam, but I forced myself up, gripping the edge of the vanity.The mirror didn’t lie. Purple fingerprints circled my throat like a twisted collar. I tilted my head, tracing the marks with shaking fingers. They hurt, but the real pain was deeper—humiliation, rage, and that sick, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. He’d almost killed me. Again. And some broken part of me still remembered the way his body had felt against mine.I was still staring when the door opened behind me.Julian stepped in, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal. He hadn’t even changed: the bandage on his chest stark against the fabric. His eyes met mine in the mirror—dark, unr
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Chapter: He Saved Me, Then Tried to Kill MeCHAPTER THIRTY-NINELAUREN’S POVThe gun attack went for another twenty minutes while I covered unconscious Julian. I pressed my body over his, shielding the wound in his chest as bullets punched through what was left of the glass and buried themselves in the walls behind us. His blood soaked my sundress, warm and sticky, and every ragged breath I took tasted like copper. He was out cold, too much blood lost already, his face pale under the gold glow of the Melbourne skyline.When the last shot finally cracked and the night fell silent, I stayed frozen for a long second, ear pressed to his chest. The faint thump was still there. I scrambled for his phone on the floor, fingers slippery with blood, and dialed the only number I knew by heart from the contacts he’d forced me to memorize.One of Julian’s men answered on the first ring.“Penthouse. Now. He’s been shot.”The bald, tall man—Marcus—burst through the shattered door fifteen minutes later, eyes wide. “Mrs. Cross—fuck, I’m sorry.
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Chapter: The Bloody TripCHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHTLAUREN’S POVThe Melbourne sun painted the skyline gold as our private jet touched down. Julian hadn’t let go of me since we left Seattle. His hand stayed at the small of my back through customs, his thumb stroking slow circles like he couldn’t stop touching what was his. It felt like a honeymoon—champagne on the flight, his mouth on my neck at thirty thousand feet, the kind of trip normal couples dreamed about. Except nothing about Julian was normal.“I’ve wanted this for months,” he said in the back of the town car, voice low against my ear. His fingers traced the strap of my sundress, slipping it down an inch. “Just you and me. No penthouse walls. No ghosts. I’m fucking obsessed, Serena. You know that, right? I think about you every second I’m not inside you.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly. His confession wasn’t new, but saying it out loud, here, made it feel dangerous. Real. I turned, catching his mouth in a quick kiss that turned filthy fast, his h
Last Updated: 2026-04-17
Chapter: Steamy ShowerCHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENLAUREN’S POVThe bathroom door barely clicked shut before Julian’s mouth was on mine again, slower this time, deeper, like he wanted to taste every second of what we’d just done on the desk. Rainwater and blood still clung to his skin, copper and salt mixing with the faint whiskey on his tongue. My dress was already a ruined puddle at my feet; his blood-stained shirt followed a heartbeat later.He walked me backward into the massive glass shower without breaking the kiss, one hand cradling the back of my head like I was something fragile he might still shatter. The other twisted the chrome lever. Hot water cascaded over us instantly, steaming the air, turning the blood on his chest into pink rivulets that ran down his abs and between us.“Julian—” I gasped as the spray hit my breasts, nipples tightening instantly.“Shh, baby.” His voice was gravel and velvet. “Let me wash him off you.”He spun me gently until my back pressed against the warm marble wall, then drop
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Tempt Me, Daddy (Claimed in the Dark)
She came to him for shelter. She stayed because she wanted sin.
Rain Mercer spent eighteen years in an orphanage and two more years trying to survive the real world alone. Broke, exhausted, and out of options, she returns to the matron who raised her. The answer she gets feels like a miracle: a wealthy benefactor is willing to step in, become her legal guardian, pay for her education, and give her a future.
Rain expects a distant old man.
Instead, she gets Lucien Vale.
He is devastatingly handsome, coldly controlled, and rich enough to ruin lives with a signature. He gives her safety, structure, and a home so luxurious it barely feels real. He is protective in a way she has never known. Gentle when nobody is looking. Hard on everyone but her.
At first Rain mistakes the ache in her chest for gratitude.
Then she starts noticing his hands.
His voice.
The way he says her name when she is upset.
And suddenly gratitude turns dangerous.
Rain is the first to realize it is not innocent anymore. She wants him. She wants him to stop looking at her like something precious and start looking at her like a woman. So she does the one thing she should never do.
She tempts him.
Lucien resists her with terrifying discipline. But the more she pushes, the more the perfect guardian mask begins to crack. As enemies close in, old family scandals rise, and a truth about Rain’s past threatens to rewrite everything, Lucien is forced to choose between being the good man who protects her and the ruined man who cannot let her go.
One house. One forbidden attraction. One empire built on lies.
And when the line finally breaks, it does not break gently.
TRIGGER WARNING: CHEATING
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Chapter: Caught in the ActCHAPTER TWENTY-TWORAIN’S POVThe party did not calm down after Lucien’s speech.If anything, it got louder.People moved in circles of money and perfume, laughing too brightly, drinking too smoothly, talking about deals and legacies like they had invented both. The string quartet had stopped, but soft music still floated through hidden speakers. The courtyard glowed gold under the lights, and everyone looked polished enough to belong in a magazine.I stood near one of the tall tables with a glass of something I had barely touched, pretending I was not aware of Lucien every second.It was impossible.I felt him before I saw him.Every time he crossed the courtyard, every time his voice drifted over the crowd, every time someone stopped him to speak and he turned with that cold, perfect control, some part of me tightened.The worst part was knowing what had happened upstairs.He wanted me.And now I knew it.I was trying very hard not to smile like an idiot over that fact when Thelma a
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Chapter: His Dangerous EyesCHAPTER TWENTY-ONERAIN’S POVThe outfit Lucien left for me was sinful.I knew that the second I unzipped the garment bag and saw the dress.It was black. The kind of dress that looked simple until I put it on and realized the fabric clung to every curve like it had been made with Lucien’s hands in mind. It stopped above my knees, the neckline modest enough to behave, but the back dipped lower than anything I had ever worn in his presence.I stood in front of the mirror too long.My lips still felt swollen from his kiss. My breast still tingled from where his hand had been.A knock came at the door.“Rain?” Thelma called. “Are you decent?”“Come in.”She walked in, took one look at me, and froze. “Oh my God.”I turned awkwardly. “Bad?”“Disgustingly good,” she said, grinning. “If Uncle Lucien picked that, he’s either very brave or very stupid.”Heat rushed to my face. “Why would you say that?”Thelma gave me a look. “Because men are simple creatures, babe. And my uncle is still a man
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Chapter: He Touched What He Couldn’t HaveCHAPTER TWENTY RAIN’S POVMy fingers were still buried inside myself when I heard the soft creak of the floorboard.I yanked my hand free, skirt bunched high around my hips, white cotton panties shoved to the side and soaked. My chest heaved. The orgasm was still pulsing through me in slow, humiliating aftershocks, my clit twitching against my own slick.And there he was.Lucien stood half-hidden in the shadowed corner by the tall wardrobe, arms folded, white shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows. His jaw was locked so tight I could see the muscle jump. His eyes—God, his eyes—were black fire.I scrambled upright on the sofa, legs shaky, trying to tug my pleated mini skirt down with trembling hands. It barely covered anything. My nipples were still tight against the thin fabric of my top, my thighs glistening.“L-Lucien—” The name came out broken, a stammer that sounded like a plea.He moved.One step. Two. Slow, deliberate, until the scent of him which was dark cedar and something sharp
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Chapter: His Name On My LipsCHAPTER NINETEENRAIN’S POVMarcus stepped in before I could reach her. His hand shot out, snatching the phone from Sophia’s fingers with a casualness that looked effortless but felt like a rescue. He glanced at the screen for half a second, then handed it back to me without a word. My pulse hammered so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. Thankfully, Sophia hadn’t scrolled far enough to see the name at the top—Lucien.“Sophia,” Marcus said, voice low and edged with warning, “stop picking on Rain.”Sophia blinked, all wide-eyed innocence. “Picking on her? I was just teasing. God, you’re so dramatic.” She stood up in one fluid motion, brushing imaginary dust from her sundress. “Anyway, I have better things to do.” She flipped her hair and sauntered off toward the house without another glance.Isabella rose too, linking her arm through Thelma’s. “I need to pick a dress for tonight. Come help me choose, Thelma? You have the best eye.” Thelma shot me an apologetic look but let herself
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Chapter: The Text That Could Ruin UsCHAPTER EIGHTEENRAIN’S POVI barely slept last night. Every time I closed my eyes, Lucien’s voice replayed in my head, the low, protective tone, the way he’d shut down the entire table for me. “Keep Rain’s name out of your fucking mouth.” The memory made my stomach flip in the best way, heat curling low even now as I lay tangled in the guest-room sheets. Then came the poolside part. His thigh pressed against mine on the chaise, his thumb on my neck, that quiet “It’s dangerous” hanging between us like a promise he was fighting not to break. I’d tossed and turned until the sky turned gray, my body restless and aching for something I wasn’t supposed to want from my guardian.By morning, the garden buzzed with noise. Workers hauled in extra tables, strung more lights along the pergola, and arranged massive floral arrangements for the product launch which was tonight Hammers tapped, voices called instructions, and the clatter of glassware echoed from the outdoor bar setup. The place felt
Last Updated: 2026-04-17
Chapter: A Toast To The Wrong WomanCHAPTER SEVENTEENRAIN’S POVThe drive to the Vale family estate felt shorter than it should have, probably because Lucien’s hand kept brushing mine every time he shifted gears. The black SUV purred along the private coastal road, windows down just enough for the salt air to slip in and tangle with his cologne—that deep, woodsy scent that always made my stomach tighten in the best and worst ways. I kept my eyes on the passing cliffs, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the way his thigh pressed against the console between us, or how the rolled sleeves of his black button-down showed the corded muscle of his forearms.“You nervous?” he asked, voice low and smooth like the jazz playing faintly through the speakers.I glanced over. His profile was sharp in the golden hour light, strong jaw, the faint shadow of stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave, those dark eyes fixed on the road like he had all the control in the world. “A little,” I admitted. “It’s a product launch at your family house.
Last Updated: 2026-04-17
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