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Liya's screams echoed through the room, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, until Ruth's slap silenced her once more. I stared at Liya, my eyes wide with shock, her words striking a thought I've never cared to explore. "Are you seriously trying to justify your alpha's attempt to murder a defenseless newborn pup? That's a new low, even for you but it's not surprising since you roll with those disgusting rogues now,” Ruth sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

WAIT!!! NOT LIKE OTHERS!! ⚠️ Trigger Warning – Read at Your Own Risk ⚠️ This chapter contains intense BDSM, forced submission and explicit sexual acts that may disturb sensitive readers. The boundaries between pain and pleasure, control and surrender, cruelty and ecstasy are pushed to their limits here. If you are easily unsettled by themes of slavery, rough sex, or power-driven desire, you may wish to skip this chapter. But if you dare to continue, prepare yourself!! You will taste the sting of the whip, feel the ache of rope biting into tender flesh, and drown in the forbidden thrill of surrendering to ruthless dominance.

Not about how I stayed, stupid and shaking, begging for an explanation he never deserved. Not about how that version of me, hopeful, loyal, soft was the one that died. Some truths are too raw for first conversations. “Regret,” Julian says slowly, “is just memory with sharp edges.” I exhale a humorless laugh. “I have enough of those to bleed out on.” He doesn’t look away. “Then you came to the right place. Islands are good for bleeding quietly.” His words are gentle, but his eyes, his eyes have seen too much to still believe in softness.

And underneath that gentleness sat something immovable, something absolute, a message dressed up in kindness that left no room for negotiation at all. I stood there in the study, the crumpled letter still between us on the desk, and understood with sudden, sinking clarity that whatever version of Rhys had woken up gentle and searching in that hospital bed, this was the shape his devotion had actually been growing toward the entire time.

“Domineering CEOs are not lunatics beyond the law. They can’t kill people just because they want to.” The hope in Ruth’s eyes vanished, and she said in disappointment. “Then you’re useless.” Abel was speechless. Although he had seen her unscrupulous side, he had not expected she would be even more so when drunk. Kill them? And he was useless because he could not kill them? “I’m still useful,” he told her. “How so?” “Aren’t you short on cash? I can teach you how to earn money.” “How?” Abel was struck speechless.

The boys sped the car into the forest and alighted they pushed Ruth out of the car. "Can you answer the questions we are asking you?" Did solo say? Ruth kept quiet, Solo slapped her she fell and cried in pain. "We are not here to east our time give us the cheque!" Solo said angrily. "Even if you beat me and take the cheque it's me who is supposed to cash out you will take it back to the boss and get the peanut pay I rather go to the bank cash it and we subdivide the Cash into two our boss is a billionaire he will not feel that he has lost anything the bosses are heartless you are fighting me and yet all of us are suffering we are being used as tools and later dumped," Ruth said.

My men stepped forward with silver briefcases—each one packed with laundered cash, verified twice. “Pleasure doing business,” Viktor said, smiling just enough to show his teeth. I didn’t smile. “Not yet.” His brows lifted, his expression hardening. “Problem?” “You shorted us last month,” I said. “By two hundred thousand. That’s not a miscalculation. That’s theft.” Viktor’s smile disappeared. His men shifted behind him, their hands inching toward holsters. So did mine. “No one pulls a trigger,” I warned calmly. “Unless you want to start a war you won’t survive.”

Chapter 3 – Payback Nathan’s first full thrust stole Brielle’s breath. He drove in deep—harder than the teasing half-stroke before—bottoming out in one smooth, brutal glide. The thick head of his cock kissed her cervix, stretching her walls to the absolute limit. Brielle’s nails raked down his back through the Henley, a sharp, broken cry ripping from her throat. “Fuck—Nathan—” He didn’t give her time to adjust.

A sudden blade-like object slit through his throat, detaching his head from his body along with killing the guys who were jovial about their Prince that are now no longer breathing. “Oh, their Audacity to think they could defeat the top five.” A seductive chuckle came. Ruth, Number 4, Wicked Seductress. The woman with an exquisite presence, a temptation incomparable, ready to blind anyone in her charm before killing ruthlessly unlike her name. “Gauche. How they believe ten is on par with one.” Rolling her eyes off, her nails grew back, showing the blade-like object was in fact her nails which grew into sharp needles used only as basic.

Losing my mother to the wasting sickness was incredibly hard on my soul, but somehow, even that deep grief paled next to these roaring feelings for this one male. Leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window, I closed my eyes tight and forced my brain to focus entirely on the heavy purr of the engine rather than the painful voices from my past. I didn't want to hear them tonight; I didn't want to remember. But my soul knew if I forgot his cruelty, I would easily let his alpha charm do it to me all over again. That was exactly who Kairo Adeyemi was—cruel, dominant, and ruthless. He took whatever his wolf wanted from the valley, and then he discarded you like trash when he was done