All Chapters of My Alpha, My Ruin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

\\ Zayne's POV \\💕💕💕"The Emerald Wolf will rise under your watch, Zayne Vale. You will find her, track her, corner her like the predator you were trained to be. But mark my words, boy—she will be your mate. Your fated one. The Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, and she will bind you to the very thing you're meant to destroy. And she will be your doom. The wolf will destroy you first, break you from the inside out, shatter everything you are, before she brings ruin and devastation to the entire world. Love her, and you damn us all to extinction. Kill her, and you damn yourself to a fate worse than death."I drew in a slow, ragged breath, staring at the single strand of dark hair coiled in my palm like a living serpent.Amara's hair.I'd plucked it so carefully from her head when she'd been gently cleaning the blood from my split lip, her fingers trembling with concern, her sweet scent wrapping around me like the most addictive drug I'd ever encountered. She hadn't noticed the t

|| Amara’s POV ||I woke up deliciously sore in all the right places.Every muscle in my body ached in that thoroughly well-used way that reminded me exactly how completely Gabriel had taken me against that wall. My thighs trembled when I shifted even slightly, a sweet, persistent throb between my legs pulsing with the vivid memory of him buried impossibly deep inside me, claiming me over and over.Worth it. Every fucking second was worth it.I frowned when I realized that it was almost dark. How long exactly had I been asleep?Gabriel was propped on one elbow beside me, watching me with a lazy, utterly contented grin that stole my breath and made my heart stumble.Goddess, he was beautiful.Here, thousands of miles away from the suffocating weight of the pack and the stress of the office and all the impossible complications waiting back home, he looked completely different. Younger. Freer. Lighter. The perpetual tension that usually lived in his shoulders was completely gone, the har

Gabriel’s hand was warm at the small of my back as we stepped into the resort’s open-air restaurant. The breakfast terrace overlooked the endless turquoise ocean, white linen tables scattered under a canopy of palm fronds. Waves whispered against the shore below, and the air smelled of fresh coffee, ripe mango, and salt.It was paradise.The investors were already seated at a prime table by the railing: three men in lightweight linen suits, tanned and relaxed, with the easy confidence of people who owned private jets. They stood when we approached, smiles wide.“Gabriel!” The oldest one; silver-haired and sharp-eyed, greeted him, shaking his hand firmly. “And this must be the brilliant assistant we’ve heard so much about.”"Gentlemen," he said smoothly, "my sincere apologies for the delay. Allow me to properly introduce Amara Blackthorn—my personal assistant and honestly the brains behind half the innovative ideas I'm about to pitch to you today."I smiled, shaking hands all around. “

Chapter Twenty-SevenThe rest of the week passed in a beautiful blur, and it was safe to say it had been the best week of my entire life.Every morning, I woke up wrapped in Gabriel's arms, his breath warm against my neck, sunlight streaming through the balcony doors. We'd make love slowly, lazily, taking our time to explore each other like we had all the time in the world. Then we'd order room service—elaborate breakfasts we'd feed each other between kisses and laughter. The afternoons were spent on the beach or by the pool, his hand always finding mine, his eyes always tracking my movements like I was the only thing worth watching.The evenings were my favorite. Sometimes we'd dress up and go to fancy restaurants where he'd order wine I couldn't pronounce and tell me stories about his childhood, about his parents, about dreams he'd never shared with anyone else. Other times we'd stay in, ordering simple food and eating it on the balcony while watching the sunset paint the sky in imp

Zayne stood up slowly, his expression darkening dangerously as he watched me process what I was seeing.My chest heaved violently as I doubled over, struggling desperately to breathe, gasping over and over as my eyes fixed on the blood coating his hands, on the bodies of my parents lying motionless in pools of their own blood. The evidence of murder was everywhere—splattered across the walls, soaking into the carpet, staining the sheets.But breathing seemed impossible with the way my chest was tightening, constricting like iron bands wrapped around my ribs. I clutched at my chest with both hands as if I could physically slow the frantic, painful beating of my heart that felt like it was trying to break through bone.But I couldn't stop it. Couldn't control it. Couldn't make any of this stop being real.My parents were dead.Zayne had found them. He'd tracked me here to my home, to the people I loved most in the world, and he'd slaughtered them like animals.I looked at my father's b