Ruin Me, Alpha
"December 23, 2035. Why? Irene, seriously, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
2035? Ten years. Ten fucking years into the future. The time loop had dumped me here, in some twisted future where everything had shifted. Brielle with Zane, Gideon dead, me apparently trying to kill Devon at his funeral? And Devon—alive, leading whatever this was. And we, back as sworn enemies. So, which meant he later remembered me, right? Since I'm ten years into the future.
I glanced back at the podium. Devon was stepping down now, shaking hands with a few alphas, smiling that sharp, controlled smile. I wanted to run to him, scream his name, make him remember. But the witch's words echoed: stuck
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