IM_Spooked

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one. 

Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence. 
I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.  

Now he’s back.  

Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.

But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.

Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.  

Or the child.  

One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood. 

But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.  

Freedom has a price.  

So does vengeance.  

And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.

Mira: Her Alpha, Her Ruin

Forrest took one look at us and growled disapprovingly, but he didn't say anything before we climbed into his truck.

There was no time for a shower, obviously, and also no time for arguing. I wanted to go alone, but Shiloh wouldn't let me.

Irene wasn't surprised when the guard let us in. "Your second can wait outside," she said stiffly, avoiding Forrest's gaze.

The cottage that looked so cute in the afternoon sun was just a little bit creepier at night.

All the lights were turned off, and there were candles lit on every surface and in every corner. I wanted to point out that it was a fire hazard, but then I noticed that the flames were dancing. Not even a little bit.

"Is that your magic doing that? Has it returned?"

The Vision