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"You're the only one I want." Then, before I can even breathe—his t*ngue finds me. I cry out, hands flying to his hair. "Ughhh, ohhhhh, fu...f*ck...Ru...ruth..hmmmm..." The first stroke is slow, torturous, like he's savoring every second. Then, he does it again. And again. My knees almost buckle. Ruther's grip tightens, locking me in place, his fingers digging into my fl*sh. "Stay still," he commands against me, the vibration of his voice sending shivers straight through my core.

Alma was wrong; these feral Alphas weren’t my helpers; they were my punishers. They were the Alphas of Doom, and I-I was their doomed mate. I understood everything now. “I-I’m being punished.” I was perhaps not the goddess’s favorite.

Chapter 8 – The Weight of Power Morning comes quiet. Not the calm-before-a-storm kind, but the kind that hums softly through stone walls, steady and unbothered. The air in Doom’s fortress is crisp, dry, and full of the scent of snow and steel. I pull the curtains open, letting sunlight spill across the room. It catches the faint silver streaks in my hair — I hadn’t noticed them before. I trace one with my fingertip, and for some reason, it feels like victory.

"Step away from the processing unit." Dante didn't wait for the fire. With one final, explosive wrench of his carbonized iron shoulders, his massive three-ton wolf-frame lunged across the aisle, his body taking the full brunt of the enforcers' magnetic slugs as the countdown for Chapter 157 began in the dark.

Warning: This chapter contains a death scene that some of you might find uncomfortable. I am sorry, but it is vital to the plot. Thank you! It is a known fact That Devilio rules The pack With an iron hand He however brings It up a notch By becoming Even more ruthless To break Kayola PenaciousShewa

Chapter 21 Adolfa's POV When I opened my eyes, I was met with an overwhelming weight pressing down on my chest. My limbs felt weak, every inch of my body drained and hollow. I stared at the cracked ceiling above me, the echo of defeat lingering in my bones. I hadn’t been defeated by an enemy. No. I had been defeated by myself—by the shadows of my mind, by the very force I was supposed to master. The most infuriating part? My powers were gone.

Chapter Content : Chapter's names and the relativity to chapters and how they make up the plot of Chaos And Apocalypse. Note that this is only Chaos And Apocalypse based as all chapter names in this book part is of Chaos And Apocalypse alone. Chapter 1 : Prologue When John Met Raphael. This is the start of Born By Power, the beginning of it all. A chapter opening up to a reality of fantasy starting off with a lad and an angel. Chapter 2 : Seeing Beyond When John was hinted to, about the mistakes he made and the seven people that he has to meet to get his powers back.

18+ Mature Content: This story contains explicit sexual content, bloodshed, and a dangerously blurred line between dominance, submission, and forbidden desire. Although, the first 7 chapters are actually subtle, but beyond this point, restraint fades. Enter at your own risk. *** GREY’S POV Tick-tock. Today, I finally die. The ear-piercing 6:30 morning alarm rings throughout the self-contained room right before our supervisor, a very mean-faced Delta who has never once smiled since the day I met him, slams the iron door open.

Chapter 19 Lilith A deafening scream erupted from my throat, almost shaking the building to its core. It felt like I was paralyzed to the spot. The menacing aura of the strange man had me in a firm grip. Goosebumps sprouted underneath my skin, and I could feel the burst of air on the back of my neck. When I was able to gather some strength, my knees decided to give way, making me collapse on the chair, almost hitting my head on the floor.

Chapter 48 ~~~ALESSANDRO MANSION~~~ MIDNIGHT Sandro’s car screeched into the driveway, headlights slicing through the dark like blades. He killed the engine but didn’t move for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his chest heaving — every muscle in his body was begging for violence.