All Chapters of Ruin Me, Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It’s been three months. Three months since Devon died by my hands. Three months since I got arrested for the murder of the Alpha I had obsessed over, hated, and loved in equal measures. Three months since I’d been locked in Silvercrest Prison, and yet, it feels like yesterday. The walls of this cell don’t just close in, they also swallow me whole. At night, he visits. Always. I see him in the dark, his grey eyes boring into mine, unblinking, silent. I speak to him sometimes, the imaginary figure he has become my only companion. “Do you miss me, Alpha?” I whisper to the shadows. No answer, but I imagine his smirk anyway, the slow curl of those lips that could ruin a person with one look. The other women in the block have started giving me strange looks. Some mutter about madness behind their hands. I smile at them, bare teeth, and tell them, “Only he and I understand each other. He made a promise to haunt me when I finally kill him, and he is keeping his promise.” They blink. They

I opened my eyes to grey morning light slicing through the curtains. The bed beside me was cold. No Simon. No heavy arm thrown over my waist, no breath on my neck. Relief hit first, sharp and sweet. Good. Let him stay gone.I sat up slowly. The diamond on my finger caught the light like a handcuff made of ice. I turned my hand, watching it glitter. Heavy. Mocking. A brand.Knock-knock-knock.I dragged myself off the mattress, bare feet on cold floor, and yanked the door open.A girl in her mid-twenties beamed up at me. Big brown eyes, brunette bun so tight it looked painful, tray of food balanced on one hand. She wore a neat charcoal work dress with the pack crest stitched over the heart.“Morning, Gamma-Luna!” she chirped. “I’m Astrid, your new personal assistant! The Alpha assigned me himself. I brought breakfast—poached eggs, salmon, fresh sourdough, and a triple-shot espresso because you look like you run on spite and caffeine. Also orange juice, but I can swap it for cranberry if

Pain woke me first. A white-hot band circled my throat like someone was still pulling the garrote. Every swallow scraped raw flesh. My left thigh felt like it had been dipped in fire; the burn throbbed in time with my pulse, the skin tight and weeping under whatever Astrid had smeared on it.I opened my eyes to dim lamplight and Astrid’s worried face hovering inches from mine.“Gamma-Luna! Goddess, don’t move.” Her hands fluttered over my shoulders, trying to press me back onto the pillows. “The doctor said—”I shoved her off and sat up. The room spun once, then steadied. My voice came out a cracked whisper. “Where is he?”“Gamma’s—” Astrid swallowed. “He’s in the closet changing. Please lie down. The doctor said your healing will be slow because you’re still ranked Omega in the pack bonds. You’re not fully Gamma-Luna until—”I swung my legs off the bed. The burn on my thigh flared so violently I almost gagged, but I locked my knees and stood.“Gamma-Luna, stop!”I limped across the

I hit the stone floor hard enough to rattle my teeth. Pain shot through my ribs, my burned thigh screaming, but the shock only lasted a heartbeat.Then I saw him.Devon Warner stood on the podium in Simon’s place, black suit hugging every lethal inch of him, that faint white scar on his throat glowing under the torchlight like a taunt.My lips curved before I could stop them.A smirk.“I knew you wouldn’t just die like that,” I said, voice rough but steady.He tilted his head, eyes glittering like winter steel. “Of course not, my love. Your cut was just… too weak to put me to sleep forever.”He cocked a brow. “Maybe a second try would work.”I pushed up on my palms, sitting back on my heels. “You want me to kill you again?”Devon’s smile was slow, filthy, devastating. “Why not? I don’t mind dying in your hands again.”A chill crawled up my spine, but I didn’t look away. I finally let my gaze sweep the hall.Every single wolf sat frozen. Eyes open, faces blank. The officiant stared str

I pushed away from Devon's chest, my body still humming from what we'd just done, but my mind screaming to get distance. He watched me dress with that predatory gaze, like he was already planning the next round. I didn't say a word as I yanked on my clothes, ignoring the ache between my legs. He followed suit, pulling on his pants and shirt, but his eyes never left me."Ready to meet the others?" he asked, voice low and casual, like we hadn't just torn each other apart.I shot him a glare. "Others? You said there were only three."He smirked, buttoning his shirt. "Three besides me. Come on."He grabbed my hand before I could protest, tugging me out of the bedroom and down the hall. The frozen world outside the windows still creeped me out—everything seemed frozen except the people moving around like they were being controlled by a remote. We reached the elevator at the end of the corridor, the doors sliding open with a soft ding that echoed too loudly in the silence.We stepped inside