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

When Mira pulled on my power, I didn't even blink, but pride swelled up inside of me. She was getting more comfortable relying on the bond.

Whatever she needed from me, I was happy to give, and it was a source of comfort to feel her inside me. Sitting across the table, Irving had donned his innocent and humbling persona. All I wanted to do was plow my fist into his face.

Maeve was sitting as still as a statue, her power wrapped around her like an icy mask.

Asher had gotten antsy a few minutes ago and was pacing and staring at the woods. He wanted out of this room.

We all did, but we'd gotten nowhere. Not that we expected to. Until the witches had evidence of what we were facing, all we could discuss was strategies, and because our territories were different, our defenses were different.

What Are You Hiding?