Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin Me, Alpha: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

I didn't scream. I didn’t cry. I stared at the note—Find me—and I moved. My feet hit the cold floor, scrambling for the dress I had discarded hours ago. I pulled the silk fabric up my body, not caring that it was wrinkled, not caring that I smelled like sex and stale wine. I shoved my feet into my heels and sprinted for the door. I threw the heavy oak doors open and burst into the hallway. Empty. "Devon!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the stone walls. Silence. I ran. I didn't know where I was running to, but my legs carried me toward the Grand Hall. That’s where the loops always centered. That’s where the parties were. That’s where the resets happened. I took the stairs two at a time, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I reached the bottom landing and shoved the double doors to the ballroom open, expecting the blast of orchestral music, the clinking of champagne glasses, the anniversary of Alpha Devon just like how the time loop started when Devon wasn't t

DEVONI stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my quarters, adjusting the collar of my black dress shirt. My movements were fluid, practiced over a thousand lifetimes. I looked younger, sure. The heavy scars of the Great War hadn't etched themselves into my skin yet, and the silver at my temples was gone. But the eyes—the eyes were the same. Cold. Ancient. Hungry."You’re staring again, sir," Zane said from the doorway. He was hovering, as always."I’m admiring the view, Zane," I replied, my voice like grinding stones. "It’s rare to see a dead man looking so fit."Zane laughed nervously, thinking I was making a joke about the Northern Front. He had no idea I was talking about the version of me I’d seen disemboweled in a timeline he would never remember. To him, I was the hero Beta who had just secured our borders. To me, I was a ghost that would die more than a dozen times, murdered by the love of his life."The Alpha is waiting downstairs. Dinner is served," Zane informed m

DEVONI sat in the driver’s seat, the lights cut, parked on a ridge overlooking the Ironfang ceremonial grounds. The darkness inside the car was comforting. Below me, the engagement party was in full swing.Alpha Theo had chosen the West Field for the occasion. It was a sprawling expanse of manicured grass usually reserved for combat training, but tonight, it had been transformed into a grotesque display of wealth. Massive white marquees glowed with golden fairy lights, open-sided to let the night breeze through. Tables draped in white linen were arranged in a semi-circle around a raised dais. Servants moved like ants, carrying trays of roasted venison and sparkling wine.It was a waste of resources. It was a waste of time.But my eyes weren’t on the decor. They were locked on the woman sitting at the center of the high table.Irene.In this loop, she wore sage green. It fitted her perfectly, along with that red hair I had once fisted while we fucked against my office mahogany desk.

DEVONThe grandfather clock in the hallway chimed seven times.Precise.I liked precision. It was the only thing I could control in a world that insisted on resetting itself every time I was killed by the woman I loved.I stood by the head of the mahogany dining table, pouring a glass of dark red Cabernet. The liquid swirled against the crystal, blood-red and rich. I didn’t drink immediately. I just watched the double doors at the far end of the room.They opened.The air in the room shifted instantly. It wasn’t just a change in pressure; it was a shift in gravity.Irene stood in the doorway.I had ordered the dress myself, a calculated move. It was black, sleeveless, with a plunging neckline that stopped dangerously low, exposing the creamy skin of her chest. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, spilling down to the floor in a pool of midnight silk. Against the black, her red hair was a violent explosion of color, cascading over her shoulders like fire.She looked like

DEVONI didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe.Irene stood in the center of my dining hall, a vibrant, bleeding wound of a woman against the cold mahogany and stone. The red dress was a statement—a scream of defiance against the white lace Voltage undoubtedly had waiting for her. Her amber eyes were rimmed with red, her chest heaving, her scent a chaotic storm of vanilla and pure, unadulterated adrenaline.I let the silence stretch. I let the clock on the wall tick once, twice, three times. I was the Alpha. I was the man who had lived through many deaths . I wasn't going to let her see the way my heart was currently trying to punch its way out of my ribs.I set the bourbon bottle down with a slow, deliberate click.“You’re late for breakfast,” I said, my voice as smooth as the silk of her dress.Irene didn’t flinch. She marched forward, her heels clicking like a countdown on the marble floor. She stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her hat