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

After dinner, Shiloh excused us, citing pack business that needed seeing to. I had no idea where we were going, and he didn't say a word until we reached The Iron Root .

With a few quiet words, he dismissed the guards, and we headed straight up to the small apartment I used to call home. When he closed the door behind us, he leaned heavily against it and closed his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Agitated, I started to pace the small area.

"Drained. The spell saps you of the change, but it's takes everything we have in us. That ability is written in every cell of our body. It'll take time to recharge. Why are you running from me?"

Running? It took me a moment to realize that he meant my pacing. It had taken me all the way across the apartment.

"Habit," I said restlessly. "In this space, I'm not really used to welcoming others."

"You're angry with me." Locking the door, he moved to the armchair and sat heavily in it.

Don't Give Up on Me