Semua Bab Reborn for His Ruin: Bab 1 - Bab 5

The silver dagger buried itself deep between my ribs, twisting with cruel precision. I gasped, my hands flying to my swollen belly as hot blood spilled over my fingers. “No…” The word came out broken, just like everything else in my life. Above me, the man I once called mate, my fated, my everything, stared down with cold, empty eyes. Kael Blackthorn. The Alpha who had promised me the world under the full moon, only to rip it away when a richer, more powerful alliance came knocking. “You’re nothing but a mistake, Elara,” he snarled, wiping the bloody blade on my torn gown. “A weak, pathetic omega who thought she could trap me with a bastard pup.” My vision blurred with tears and pain. Behind him, my own family watched in silence. My father, the once-respected Alpha of the Voss pack, turned his back. My mother simply looked away, clutching her pearls like they were worth more than my life. Betrayal burned hotter than the wound in my chest. “I loved you,” I whispered, my voice

My pulse thundered in my ears as Kael’s voice slithered through the speakerphone like poison from my nightmares. “That pathetic pregnant whore I dealt with last year.” The words sliced deeper than the silver dagger ever had. I stood frozen against Damien’s desk, my new, stronger body rigid with the effort not to shift right there and tear his throat out. Damien’s golden eyes never left my face. He was studying me like a predator sizing up unfamiliar prey looking curious, hungry, and dangerously perceptive. His jaw flexed as he cut his brother off mid-sentence. “Enough, Kael. I don’t need your paranoid bullshit today. Handle your own mess and stay out of my office affairs.” He ended the call with a decisive tap, the silence that followed heavier than any growl. The air between us crackled. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers on my thigh, the thick heat of his arousal pressed against me moments before. My core throbbed traitorously, slick and needy despite the ice-cold fea

The full moon’s silver light poured through the penthouse windows like liquid judgment, pulling at every fiber of my being. My wolf thrashed violently inside me, demanding release, demanding him. Damien stood inches away, my phone still clenched in his massive fist, the damning message glowing on the screen like a death sentence. Elara.The name I had buried with my old life hung between us like a guillotine blade. His golden eyes burned with a terrifying mix of fury, lust, and recognition. “Elara,” he repeated, with a low voice and lethal rumble that vibrated straight to my core. “The pregnant omega my brother slaughtered last year. The one who was supposed to be rotting in an unmarked grave. Yet here you are, wearing a new face, smelling like sin and secrets, making my cock ache like no woman ever has.” I backed away slowly, my spine hitting the floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking Lagos’ glittering night. My blouse hung open from earlier, exposing lace-covered breasts that heaved