All Chapters of Ruin Me, Alpha: Breaking The Enemy's Daughter: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

A soft knock on my door made me freeze.“Who is it?”“Elinor.”I unlocked the door, and she slipped inside.One look at my face and she was pulling me into her arms.“Oh, little wolf,” she murmured. “What’s happened?”I broke.Told her everything. About Kieran knowing for months. About the bond snapping into place after the proposal. About feeling trapped between duty and desire.She listened without judgment, just holding me while I cried.“What do I do?” I finally asked. “How do I fix this?”“I don’t know if you can.” Her voice was gentle but honest. “You’ve committed yourself publicly. Breaking that commitment would cause a scandal that might not be survivable.”“So I just marry Adrian? Ignore the bond? Pretend Kieran doesn’t exist?”“I don’t know, sweetheart. I truly don’t.” She pulled back to look at me. “But I do know this. You need to talk to Kieran. Really talk. Figure out if there’s any way forward that doesn’t destroy both of you.”“He won’t want to talk to me. He made that

Elena“How dare you.” My voice shook with fury. “You’re the one who pushed me away for three years! You’re the one who knew about the bond and said nothing! You’re the one who made me think you hated me!”“I did it to protect you!” Kieran’s control snapped. “I did it because I knew this would happen! I knew the bond would complicate everything! I knew you’d be torn between duty and desire and I wanted to spare you that!”“Spare me?” I laughed harshly. “You think watching you be cold and cruel for three years spared me anything? You think not knowing I had a mate while I built a relationship with someone else was a kindness?”“Yes!” He moved closer, his presence overwhelming. “Because at least you could have been happy with Adrian! At least you wouldn’t have spent every moment knowing you were with the wrong man! At least the bond wouldn’t have screamed at you every time he touched you!”“I could never be happy with him!”“You don’t know that.” His voice turned bitter. “You never gave

I’m being realistic.” He wouldn’t look at me. “I’m facing facts that you’re too blinded by the bond to see. We can’t be together, Elena. Not in any way that matters. Not in any way that doesn’t destroy you.”“What about you? What about what this destroys in you?”“I don’t matter.” His voice was empty. “I’m a ward. My feelings, my wants, my pain—none of it matters. What matters is you. Your future. Your crown. And I won’t be the reason you lose any of it.”“That’s not your choice to make!”“Yes, it is.” He finally turned, and the resignation in his eyes broke me. “Because I know what I am. I know my place. And I know that place isn’t beside you. It’s in the shadows. Where I’ve always been.”“Kieran, please—”“Go back to Adrian.” His voice was firm. “Plan your wedding. Do your duty. And forget about me.”“How can I forget when the bond won’t let me?”“You’ll learn.” He moved toward the door. “The same way I’ll learn. With time and distance and enough pain that eventually it goes numb.”

“Claim you the way he never could. Remind you that you’re mine, bond or no bond, ring or no ring, engagement or no engagement. You’re mine.” Heat flooded through me at the possessiveness in his voice. “I’m not yours,” I said, but it came out breathless. “You gave me up, remember?” “I know.” He moved closer despite his words. “I know I did. I know I have no claim. But that doesn’t change what I feel. Doesn’t change the fact that every time he puts his hands on you, I want to break them.” “That’s not fair to Adrian—” “I don’t care about fair.” His hand came up, cupping my face. “I don’t care about Adrian. I don’t care about anything except the fact that you’re mine and he’s touching what doesn’t belong to him.” “I don’t belong to anyone—” “You belong to me.” His thumb brushed my lips. “The bond says so. My heart says so. Every part of me says so. And watching you pretend otherwise is destroying me.” “Then stop watching.” But I didn’t pull away from his touch. “I can’t.” His for

.Only feeling.Only need.Only us.His hands unlaced my dress with practiced efficiency, pushing the wet fabric down until it pooled on the floor.I stood before him in just my shift, and his eyes darkened.“You’re perfect,” he breathed.Then his mouth was on me again, kissing down my throat, my shoulder, the swell of my breast through the thin fabric.I arched into him, my hands pulling at his shirt.He helped me, yanking it over his head.And then he was bare before me, all hard muscle and barely restrained power.I ran my hands over his chest, his stomach, his shoulders.“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” I admitted.“I’ve dreamed about this.” His hands traced down my sides. “About having you. Claiming you. Making you mine.”“I am yours.” The admission slipped out. “I’ve always been yours.”He groaned, pulling my shift over my head.And then I was completely bare before him.For a moment, he just looked at me.“I’ll never forget this,” he said roughly. “Never forget