LOGINElara’s POVThe woman waiting at the gate looked older than I expected; she stood beside an ageing blue sedan with both hands wrapped tightly around the strap of her purse while two guards remained nearby, watching cautiously. Grey streaked through her dark hair, and deep lines marked the corners of her eyes in ways that suggested exhaustion more than age.Ruin stopped beside me the moment we reached the checkpoint. His entire body had gone tense again, not aggressive but guarded. The woman noticed him immediately, and for a second her expression changed completely, recognition mixed painfully with disbelief.“You look exactly like him,” she whispered.Ruin’s voice stayed calm. “Who are you?”“My name is Teresa Novak.”The surname clearly meant something to him because his shoulders stiffened instantly.I glanced toward him quietly. “You know that name?”“My father worked with a Novak once,” he answered without looking at me.Teresa nodded slowly. “My husband",Silence settled heavily
Elara’s POVThe old river property had been abandoned for nearly four years; nobody used it anymore after the warehouse fire that had almost killed three members during one of the earlier wars between rival groups. The land still technically belonged to the club, but Ruin shut operations there down permanently after taking leadership.It was too isolated, exposed, and tied to old violence. That was why the message unsettled him immediately, not because lights being turned on automatically meant danger but because somebody wanted attention badly enough to risk entering abandoned territory connected to the club’s history.Still, what surprised me most was what happened next. Ruin did not leave immediately. Months ago, he would already have been halfway out the door before explaining anything to anyone. Instead, he picked up the phone and called Axel first.“I got the alert,” Axel answered immediately. “I already dispatched a perimeter team.”Ruin glanced toward me briefly before speakin
Elara’s POVThe guard carried a cardboard box into the entry hall, as it might explode. Every person near the staircase went silent immediately. Ruin stepped in front of me automatically while Axel approached the guard first.“Where did the package come from?” Axel asked."The guard answered quickly, 'It was a front gate delivery.'" “No return identification"The tension inside the room tightened instantly. Dean moved toward the side table where several weapons remained hidden beneath a false drawer while Luis locked the front doors behind the guard. I felt the familiar edge of fear rise again, not overwhelming but sharp enough to quicken my pulse.Axel carefully opened the box while everyone watched. Inside, there was a stack of old photographs— nothing else, no weapon, no note. Ruin slowly took the top picture, and I saw recognition wash over his face immediately.“What is it?” I asked quietly.He handed the photograph to me. It showed him years younger, standing beside his father o
Elara’s POVThe alarm turned out to be a false perimeter trigger. One of the newer guards accidentally activated the emergency system while checking the motion sensors on the east fence during the storm. By the time Ruin and Axel confirmed there was no active threat, the entire estate had already awakened, and nobody complained. That surprised me more than it should have.Months ago, tension like this would have spread frustration through the entire club. Fear made people short-tempered and reactive back then, but now most of the members simply reset the system, exchanged tired jokes, and returned to work or sleep without emotional fallout. Even after the adrenaline faded, I stayed awake beside the nursery window watching rain slide slowly down the glass.Ruin eventually returned upstairs sometime after two in the morning looking exhausted.“Everything is clear,” he said quietly.“I figured", I replied.He loosened his shirt collar while walking toward me. “You should have gone back t
Elara’s POVThe dark SUV belonged to Marcus. The moment the vehicle stopped near the courtyard, I recognised both the driver's urgency and the way he climbed out before the engine fully died.Ruin stood immediately from the porch beside me while several guards approached the vehicle cautiously out of instinct.Marcus lifted both hands. “It is fine,” he called out. “Nobody followed me.”That did not ease the tension completely, not until Axel appeared from the garage moments later and confirmed the vehicle registration himself.“What happened?” 'Ruin?' asked Marcus as he approached.Marcus looked exhausted, not injured, just worn thin, emotionally.“I got a contact from one of the old Volkov associates,” he said carefully. “I thought you should hear it directly.”The atmosphere shifted instantly.Ruin nodded once toward the clubhouse. “Inside.”The conversation that followed lasted nearly an hour. Marcus explained that rumours had started moving quietly through the old Bratva-connected
Elara’s POVThe photograph stayed in my mind long after Axel left the room, even after Ruin locked the nursery door. We checked the security monitors one final time before we tried to sleep, but we were unsuccessful. The words unsettled me more than the threats themselves, not because I understood what they meant, but because I did not.Ruin barely slept that night. I felt it every time he shifted beside me or got up quietly to check messages from the overnight patrol teams downstairs.By morning, exhaustion sat heavily across the entire house. Still, something surprised me when I came downstairs carrying Aurelia into the kitchen shortly after sunrise; normal life continued.Dean argued with Luis about coffee again. Sofia stood near the counter sorting groceries while music played softly from somebody’s phone speaker across the room.The atmosphere felt careful, but not consumed by fear. The club had learned how to carry tension without letting it poison every moment; that realisation
Elara’s POVThe safe house did not feel safe anymore. The moment the scout announced that the Bratva vehicles were surrounding the perimeter, the calm inside the building disappeared. Men moved quickly through the hallways. Weapons appeared from hidden lockers. Radios crackled with short, tense upd
Elara’s POVThe room stayed silent after the recording ended. No one spoke for several seconds. The threat from the distorted voice still echoed in my mind. Axel’s life now depended on a decision that none of us wanted to make.Ruin remained standing near the table with the phone. His injured side
Elara’s POVThe lockdown lasted two hours. Those two hours felt longer than the execution, longer than the video from the warehouse, and longer than the moment I realized someone had tried to access the reinforced room where I had been resting.Ruin returned to me just before midnight.His shirt wa
Elara’s POVThe night air was heavy with the scent of burning metal and gunpowder. Smoke curled into the sky from the estate’s ruined sections, carrying ash and heat that clung to my skin. My lungs burned with every breath, but I could not stop moving. I had to stay with him. I had to stay near Rui







