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I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

“But you’ll eventually thank me for letting you go free instead of doing what I want.” Sighing, I take a drag of the cigarette I hold between my fingers before looking up at the roof above me. “You can come out now.” I call out to the darkness where I know my brother’s lackey is hiding. “Or would you rather I make you come out?” As I speak, I reach behind me and pull my gun from its holster and point, but before I can pull the trigger, a laugh erupts from the shadows. “Impatient as always.” Ryu chuckles, spreading his large, black, feathery wings and then dropping to the ground in front of me. “Haven’t I told you that you need to work on that?”

I looked toward the open warehouse doors, where daylight spilled across the concrete floor. "Now I find out why a father declared war on his own daughter. And if Raj Varma has another reason..." I thought of Drisana sleeping upstairs, bruised and unaware that the greatest betrayal of her life wore her own surname. "...he'd better pray it's good enough." Without another word, I walked out of the warehouse. This wasn't over. It had only just begun.

Daniel fell backward against the wardrobe frame, a dark stain spreading across his chest. I flinched at the sound. Ruin moved quickly, kicking the fallen weapon away from Daniel’s hand. I had not even seen it. Daniel coughed weakly. “You still choose violence,” he whispered. Ruin crouched beside him. “I choose survival,” Ruin replied. Daniel’s gaze shifted toward me one final time. “You are stronger than you know,” he said quietly. Then his body went still. The silence that followed felt heavier than the explosion that never happened.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

Just for a moment. But then, from the depths of his mind, came another voice. Deep, calm, merciless. “Do you truly think love will save you again?” The sky bled crimson. Soren’s aura flared outward, a tidal wave of energy that shook the air itself. Lucien stepped back, triumphant, his face lit by the godfire unfolding before him. The god within Soren—the Ruin—was awakening, and every heartbeat of his vessel sent tremors through the valley.

The fire cracked softly between us. No one spoke. Not me. Not Kael. Not even Lena, who now looked like she regretted saying anything at all. But it was too late. The words had already settled inside me like poison. The last Queen of Ruin didn’t die. She was reborn. I stared at the flames, trying to steady my breathing. “That’s impossible,” I said finally. Lena shifted awkwardly near the doorway. “It’s just a legend.”

Chapter 15 Zander's POV I stared down at the ruin my office had turned into. Papers were scattered everywhere, chairs overturned, and shards of broken glasses glinted on the floor. The once-spotless symbol of my dominance...power now mirrored the storm raging inside me. "Fuck!" I roared, slamming my fist into the desk with all the force I could muster. The wood splintered beneath my hand, a jagged crack running through the center. Pain shot through my knuckles as blood seeped from the fresh wound, staining the ruined surface. I didn't care. The pain felt like a perfect escape from the burning emotion inside me.

“A goddess of ruin, worshipped by those who would see creation burn.” Nyra’s heart clenched. “I know that sign,” she replied, voice low. “It’s hers... my sister’s.” Behind the Covenant’s front lines strode a figure wrapped in tattered silks, crowned with horns of black iron. Her eyes glowed molten gold. She moved with predatory grace: Selene Blackthorn, reborn as Mother of Ruin. Guards scattered before her as though she commanded the very earth. Caelum put a hand on Nyra’s arm. “She leads them,” he said, exhale hitching. “Your twin… the one you thought lost.”

of the ceiling started to descend like a massive, slow-motion jaw. ​"Protect the twins!" Kaelen roared. ​He shifted mid-air, the White Wolf of Ruin exploding into existence. He met the first wave of warriors with a savagery that painted the violet walls red. His massive paws crushed obsidian blades into dust. His growls shook the chamber, causing chunks of coral to fall from the ceiling.