All Chapters of Ruined for the Captain (A MxM WEREWOLF ROMANCE): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

~KNOX~The name Maeve suddenly triggered a buried fragment in my brain. Without my conscious effort… I remembered a young witch at the academy. I remembered standing beside Jax and Miller, asking Maeve to use her magic to help me bypass the dark charm bracelet Zeth had forced onto my wrist. I remembered being utterly desperate to break that charm. I remembered promising her that if she helped me, I would use my Alpha authority to stop the guards and snobbish students from bullying and terrorizing the witch students.And I remembered keeping that promise. I had forced the guards to stand down, giving the academy witches peace.I had never actually known that Maeve was connected to the high Eastern Coven. I had never realized they would feel indebted to me for protecting their daughter. A strange, sharp curiosity sparked in my chest and If they were offering the absolute truth, I would take it.The lead witch stepped forward, taking Arthur’s hand to summon the spirit memory.A shimmer

~EVERETT~The last thing I remember was the cold bite of a blade in my chest.I remember the shock of the impact, the hot wet rush of my own blood soaking through my shirt, and the heavy weight pulling me down to the hard stone floor. But more than the pain, I remember Knox’s face. I remember looking up into his eyes right as my vision started to fade to black. I saw the sudden, violent flash of recognition break through his expression and the exact moment the dark fog shattered and he remembered who I was.In that final, breathless second, I knew I was dying. I had accepted it. I told myself that if my life had to end on the floor of a courtroom, there was no better way to go than taking a blade meant for the man I loved. At the very least, my father’s name had been cleared, Zeth was exposed as Elara’s true killer, and my family was safe. And then, I had let go. I allowed the heavy, comforting darkness to pull me under.But suddenly… a blinding burst of golden light had flared be

~EVERETT~He flipped us so I was on my back again. Then he covered every inch of my skin with his mouth. He kissed down my throat, across my chest, sucking hard on each nipple until I was arching and crying out. He dragged his tongue over my stomach, nipped at my hips, then spread my thighs and licked a long, filthy stripe up the slick already dripping from me.“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, the sound pure awe. “You’re soaked. So wet for me. My good boy…”Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling just right. I cried out, hips bucking.“Knox… ah, Goddess, yes, right there—”He worked me open with slow, deliberate strokes, scissoring, pressing deeper, until I was panting and trembling and fucking myself down onto his hand. The wet, filthy sounds of my slick filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and his low growls.“That’s it… take my fingers. Get yourself ready for my cock. Gonna fill you so deep, Everett. Gonna make you scream my name until your throat is raw.”Whe

~EVERETT~Knox had forgotten me.He was still standing over the edge of the bed, glaring down at me. But it wasn't the Knox I had fallen asleep with. His eyes weren't glowing gold from his wolf anymore. They were his normal, dark color, completely void of his wolf's surface, and they were carved out of pure ice. Hostile, vicious, and empty.A cold, heavy dread settled into my stomach as I realized it instantly. The amnesia had returned. The dark relic's spell had reasserted itself overnight. He wouldn’t remember me no matter what I said.So I just let out a quiet, tired sigh and painfully pushed myself up off the floor, using the edge of the dresser to steady my aching legs. I had already anticipated this moment in the back of my mind. I just desperately hoped, prayed to the Goddess, that it wouldn't come this soon."I said, what the hell are you doing in my room?!" Knox snarled again, his voice dropping into a harsh, threatening Alpha growl. "Who the hell let you in here?!"I didn't

EVERETTI woke up the next morning with my hand still resting against my neck.The room was bathed in pale morning light, and my body was still sore, but inside my chest, a small, stubborn flame of hope was burning bright. So I sat up on the bed and closed my eyes, focusing on the connection. I focused on that wave of pure, roaring love I had felt right before I fell asleep which hadn't been my own. It had come straight from Knox.Even though the dark magic had taken his mind again, even though he had shouted at me and defended Lewis, his soul was still fighting the magic. His soul still loved me. And I held onto that thought like a lifeline.I stood up, showered and changed into fresh clothes, pulling a high collar shirt over my neck to cover the fresh bite mark. As I tied my boots, I had to think about what to do with my day. I knew I couldn't go to Knox's wing. If I saw Lewis wearing that family ring again, or if Knox dared to talk disrespectfully to me like I was trash, I knew