All Chapters of Reborn for His Ruin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning after I slipped from Damien’s penthouse, I woke to the lingering ache of being thoroughly claimed. My body remembered every brutal thrust, every swell of his knot locking us together, every hot spurt of his cum flooding my depths. Even now, hours later, I could still feel the faint soreness between my thighs, the subtle swelling of my pussy from being stretched so wide and used so ruthlessly. A fresh trickle of his dried seed mixed with my own slick coated my inner thighs as I shifted in bed.I hated how much I still wanted more.I forced myself up and stood before the mirror, examining the evidence of the night. Faint bruises marked my hips where his fingers had gripped me. My neck bore the faint imprint of his fangs which was close enough to make my wolf purr with dark satisfaction. My heavy breasts felt tender, my nipples still sensitive from his mouth. Between my legs, I was puffy and glistening, my seductive aura humming low and needy even in the quiet of my apartment

The luxury hotel suite in Switzerland is a masterpiece of temptation and power , sprawling, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, a massive king-sized bed visible through open double doors, and a private lounge area that screamed intimate danger. Damien had arranged for us to share the presidential suite. “For security reasons,” he had said with that dark smirk, as if I didn’t know exactly what game he was playing.The moment the door closed behind us, the air thickened. His scent dominated everything, that raw, dominant Alpha musk that made my stronger wolf whine and press against my skin. My body reacted instantly, betraying me as it had since the first day. Heat pooled low in my belly. My nipples tightened into painful peaks against the thin fabric of my travel dress. Fresh slick warmed between my thighs, soaking the lace panties I had worn as a pathetic attempt at control.Damien watched me like a predator who had finally cornered its prey. He loosened his tie

The days after Damien’s office blurred into a rhythm of denial and want. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him again. His fingers, his eyes, the weight of him pinning me in his penthouse, the low promises he had murmured against my skin. The memory left me aching and furious at my own weakness.I worked late at my glass desk, thighs pressed together under a pencil skirt. Heat pooled without permission, a reminder I could not control. My blouse clung where my body reacted most. The aura I usually held back slipped out in faint waves, enough to make the few executives left on the floor glance up with flushed faces.I hated how easily my body answered to Damien Blackthorn.The memory came without warning. Cold marble under my back. Kael’s laugh as the silver blade found my belly. Weak blood ends here. My father turned away. My mother touched her pearls as if my death was an inconvenience. The last faint flutter of my child’s heartbeat, and then nothing.The pain was still raw. Now it h

The clock on my desk read 11:47 PM. The executive floor was empty. Only the quiet hum of the air and the lights of Lagos beyond the glass remained. I should have gone home. The Eastern Pack report was due at dawn, and Damien was still behind the double doors. I could feel him there.His presence moved through the room like pressure. My wolf stirred. My body answered before my mind could. Heat pooled where it should not. The memory of him in the conference room, the weight of him in the penthouse, the things he had said against my skin, kept me restless.I hated it.I crossed my legs and shifted at the desk. The motion made it worse. A sound escaped me before I could stop it. My aura slipped out, faint and sweet, and filled the quiet floor.The doors opened.Damien stepped out. His sleeves were rolled. His shirt was open at the throat. His eyes found me at once, dark and certain. His scent hit me, cedar and whiskey and something purely male, and my breath shortened.“Still here, Seraph

Damien did not let me recover. One moment I was still shaking from the first wave of pleasure, the next he had me turned and pressed against the boardroom table. The wood was cool under my palms. My skirt was pushed up, my composure gone.“Hands on the table,” he said, voice rough. “Stay.”I did. My claws scored faint lines in the mahogany. My eyes burned silver with anger and something I would not name. Heat ran down my legs. My body was swollen and sensitive, still trembling from what he had already taken.The war inside me was worse than his grip._This is the enemy. This is Kael’s blood. The same line that ended my child on cold marble while I begged. You are here to ruin him, not to be used on his table._My wolf answered anyway. My aura slipped out, thick and reckless, and found him without permission.He took my hips and entered me in one stroke. I cried out. The room echoed. He was deep and unrelenting, and the table moved under us with every thrust. His chest covered my back.