Todos los capítulos de My Alpha, My Ruin: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Amara's POVMy heart was racing so fast I thought it might explode out of my chest as I watched Zayne and Marcus engage in a violent exchange of punches and kicks.They moved with inhuman speed, both of them partially shifted, their wolves lending them supernatural strength and agility. The sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed through the warehouse, punctuated by growls and snarls that barely sounded human.How had Zayne found me so fast? How had he known where I was?But I didn't have time to sit around asking questions or marveling at his tracking abilities. Every second I wasted was another second we were all in danger.I immediately grabbed the other women by their hands—my mother on one side, Zayne's mother and sister on the other—and started pulling them toward the door."Come on," I urged them. "We need to get out of here right now while they're distracted."My mother was weak, still recovering from her injuries and the healing I'd done, so she leaned heavily on me as we

Amara's POVThere were roses everywhere—thousands of them in every shade of red imaginable, their petals soft and perfect, their fragrance filling the air with sweetness.In the middle of it all stood Zayne, grinning at me with that beautiful smile that made my heart skip a beat every single time. He was holding a massive bouquet of deep crimson roses, and his golden eyes were sparkling with love and mischief."Amara," he called out, his voice warm and full of affection. "Come here, baby. I have something for you."I started walking toward him, my heart swelling with joy and love so intense it almost hurt. This was perfect. He was perfect. Everything was perfect.But then his eyes widened suddenly, that gorgeous smile slipping from his face

Amara's POVIt was 5am in the morning and I was far too restless to even think about shutting my eyes. Sleep had been impossible throughout the entire night—every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zayne's face, heard his voice calling out to me from whatever hellhole the Hunters were keeping him in.Everyone else in the house was asleep. Just... calm and peaceful, as if the love of my life wasn't missing. As if they didn't care that he was probably being tortured right now while we did nothing.I knew that wasn't fair. I knew they all cared about Zayne, that they were doing everything they could to find him. But the rational part of my brain had been drowned out by grief and fear and overwhelming rage.I curled my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, drawing small crescents of blood. The anger bubbling inside me was almost overwhelming—hot and violent and demanding an outlet.I stood up from the bed where I'd been lying awake for hours and looked at the candles I'd lit around my ro

Zayne's POVPain.That was all I could feel anymore. Not the passage of time, not hunger or thirst, not even the cold stone floor beneath me—just pain, radiating through every nerve ending in my body like liquid fire.I'd lost count of how many days I'd been here. Three? Five? A week? Time had become meaningless in this windowless cell where the only light came from the torches mounted on the walls, their flames never seeming to diminish or burn out.The heavy iron door scraped open, and I didn't even have the energy to lift my head. I knew who it was. The same man who'd been coming every day—sometimes multiple times a day—to extract information I would never give him.Marcus Thornfield. Leader of the Hunters. The man who had raised me from childhood, trained me, molded me into the perfect weapon.The man I now hated more than anyone else in existence."Good morning, Zayne," he said cheerfully, his boots clicking against the stone as he walked into my cell. "Though I suppose you can't

"What did you see?" Azumi asked urgently, noticing my shocked reaction. "Amara, what is it? What's making you shout like that?"I couldn't speak. My hand was shaking as I pointed at the screen, my throat closed up with horror so profound I couldn't force words past it.The image on the laptop showed a woman tied to a massive stone slab in the most gruesome way imaginable. Her arms and legs were spread wide, bound with chains that looked like they'd been heated until they glowed red-hot, searing into her flesh. The stone itself was suspended by thick ropes above a roaring fire, and the woman was writhing in agony, her mouth open in a scream I could almost hear despite the photograph being completely silent.But it was her face that made my heart shatter into pieces.Even through the torture, even through the pain distorting her beautiful features, I could still recognize her. It was the woman from my vision. The first Emerald Wolf. The one who had spoken to me in that desert landscape.