Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me, Alpha: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Irene's POVI slipped out of the penthouse just before dawn, shoes in my hand so my heels wouldn't click on the marble. Devon was still sprawled across the couch, one arm flung over the spot I'd vacated, chest rising slow and deep. I told myself I wasn't running. I was surviving.Two days later the entire pack was crammed into the great hall for the unification banquet. Crystal chandeliers, silver trays, wolves in suits pretending we weren't one wrong word away from tearing each other apart.Devon had ordered me to "assist." Translation: stand in the corner looking useful while he paraded his perfect future Luna.I wore the dress he'd sent: black leather, backless, hem barely covering my ass. No bra. Thong optional. I'd rolled my eyes when the box arrived, but I put it on anyway. Because screw him. And because I wanted every wolf in that room to choke on the sight.The second I stepped in, his gaze snapped to me like a whip. He was at the head table, Andrea on his right. She was every

Irene's POVThe sun bled out behind the pines when I reached the clearing. Gideon was already there, arms crossed, jaw tight."He left at dawn," he said before I could speak. "Silverclaw delegation. Some border dispute up North. Won't be back for two days."Two days.My pulse kicked hard. "That's the window."Gideon's eyes narrowed. "You sure about this?""I've never been surer of anything." I glanced around, no patrols close enough to hear. "Tonight. I get the keys, I get Dad out, I drive north. Grandmother's old cabin is still off-grid. No scent trails, no pack link. He stays hidden until I clear his name."Brielle stepped out from the shadows, wringing her hands. "I'm coming with you.""No." The word snapped out sharper than I meant. "Absolutely not. If this goes south they'll hang you next to me. Stay here, keep your head down, cover for me if anyone asks."She opened her mouth to argue."I said no, Brielle." I grabbed her shoulders. "You're the only real family I have left. I'm n

Morning came too fast.My eyes snapped open to the dim light leaking through the thin curtains of the Omegas’ quarters. The mattress under me felt too small, the air too cold, and my heartbeat too loud.I was still trembling.Everything I’d seen in that safe—everything Devon had done—echoed like a nightmare that refused to end.I pushed myself up, rubbed my arms, and tried to steady my breath.A soft knock sounded.“Rene? It’s me.”I rushed to the door and pulled Gideon inside before anyone saw him. Brielle slipped in too, and I locked the door behind us.Gideon lifted a brow. “Why do you look like you haven’t slept?”“I didn’t,” I muttered. “Laptop?”He handed it over, along with a small pouch that would hold the USB. I shoved them on my bed and plugged in the drive I had gotten from his penthouse with shaking hands.Brielle perched beside me. “Did you copy everything?”“All of it.” I clicked through folders until I found the file that made my stomach twist. “There’s something I need

I step into the dining room of his penthouse and the air changes.Devon is standing by the long table, sleeves rolled up, tie already loosened, pouring red wine into crystal glasses like he owns the oxygen itself. The three council members (Elder Rowan, Elder Gwen, and Councilor Holt) are laughing at something he said, but the second I cross the threshold in that vicious red dress, every voice dies.I had put on one of my skimpiest dress because that message from Devon had said, “Dinner with the council members at my place, at nine pm sharp. Wear red.”— Your favourite fuck buddy or not?I shredded the paper. That fucking bastard is just two steps ahead. I had drugged him with that toxin, hoping to see an opportunity to talk to my father and tell him about how Devon is the real culprit behind the North massacre. But, I guess he already knows that because when I got to the cell, father was no longer there. It was empty. I went back to my Omega's quarters quietly while he was still unco

I burst into the living-room and the copper reek hits me first. Then the sight.Three bodies sprawled across the Persian rug like broken dolls. Elder Gwen and Rown, Councillor Holt. Throats opened ear to ear, blood still pulsing in lazy rivers from the gashes. The white couch is soaked crimson. One of Holt's shoes is missing; it lies halfway across the room, sole up, as if he tried to run and never made it past the coffee table.My knees lock. Breath stalls in my chest.Devon sits in the middle of it all, legs crossed, a crystal tumbler of whiskey balanced on his thigh. His black shirt clings wet to his chest, dark hair pushed back, face unreadable with blood spills staining it. Blood drips from his right hand in slow, deliberate drops, pat-pat-pat onto the leather. He doesn’t look at me. He stares straight ahead, grey eyes flat and dead.I can’t move. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.“…What did you do?” The words come out cracked, barely louder than a whisper.He lifts the g