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 only a few hours of sleep, I slipped out of the house right after dawn. Shiloh was meeting with the other wolves for breakfast, but I didn't feel up to looking at Irving just yet.

And that made me ashamed. I was stronger than I used to be, and I'd faced down Zen.

Irving couldn't touch me here, but just the thought of him conjured memories that made my stomach twist.

Shiloh tried to tell me that there was no shame in it, but I still couldn't shake the feeling. If Amelia was annoyed at having to meet at the house at such an early hour, she didn't show it.

"Finn first. Then the woods, and then Irene," I said as I climbed into the truck. "And if I didn't say so last night, I'm sorry, Amelia."

"You didn't have a choice, did you?" Without looking at me, she started the vehicle and pulled out. "And she tried to kill Finn."

Three Death Omens