Ruin Me, Alpha-Chapter 13: Andrea’s Arrival

I stood in front of the cracked mirror in the Omega bungalow and hated myself.

The black halter crop top clung to my skin like a second layer of sin. Metal studs glinted across the plunging neckline, holding the fabric together over my breasts. Below my ribs, a diamond-shaped cut-out bared my stomach. The mini skirt barely covered my ass, the asymmetrical slit flashing the top of my left thigh every time I moved. Studded waistband. Killer heels.

I looked like I was begging to be fucked.

And the worst part? I was thinking of his hands when I put it on.

My fingers found the silver chain at my throat—the one Gideon gave me years ago—and I squeezed until the clasp snapped. The necklace clattered to the floor. Good. I didn’t want anything gentle on my skin tonight.

The grand hall was already roaring when I slipped in through the side entrance. Silver drapes cascaded from the rafters like frozen waterfalls. Moonlight-blue uplighting turned the marble floors into a frozen lake. Thousands of tiny silver wolf figurines hung from invisible thread, spinning slowly, catching the chandeliers and throwing shards of light everywhere. Silvercrest banners—midnight blue with a white crescent—hung beside Ironfang’s crimson and black. Unity, my ass.

Omegas filled every corner, laughing, spinning, drunk on the fact that we were allowed to stand here instead of serve. Brielle waved frantically from a cluster near the bar, her dress baby-pink and innocent. I ignored her and melted into the crowd.

Beta Zane took the podium first.

"Tonight we bury old blood!" he boomed. Cheers. Whistles.

Gamma Harlan followed, voice cracking with emotion about "a stronger North." More cheers.

Then Gideon. My Gideon. He looked exhausted, eyes scanning the crowd for me. I shrank behind a pillar.

And then he stepped up.

Devon.

Black suit, burgundy shirt open at the throat, the silver ink of his Silvercrest tattoo peeking out like a brand. The hall went dead quiet the second his boots hit the stage. He didn’t need to raise his voice; the microphone was a courtesy.

He spoke about strength. About ending cycles of war. About a future where no wolf bowed unless they chose to. Lies dressed in velvet. His gaze swept the hall, slow, predatory, hunting. I pressed tighter against the pillar.

He was finishing—"...together, we are unstoppable"—when I moved.

I snagged a flute of champagne off a passing tray, downed half in one swallow, and slipped out the side door before his eyes could find me.

The private elevator to his penthouse was unguarded, because who would dare?

I punched the button for the top floor. The ride was silent except for my heartbeat.

His office doors sighed open. Empty. Mahogany desk the size of a car. Wall of glass overlooking the dark forest. I kicked off my heels, climbed into his massive leather chair, and propped both legs on the desk—left ankle crossed over right, skirt riding so high the lace of my panties showed. I sipped champagne and waited, gazing distractingly at the forest.

His scent hit first, his scent of cedar, smoke, power. The door opened and shut with a soft click.

I kept my eyes closed. Let him look.

Footsteps. Slow. He stopped in front of the desk.

"You’re earlier than I expected," he said, voice rough.

I took a deliberate sip. "Disappointed?"

A low chuckle. "Never."

I opened my eyes.

He was staring at me like I was dinner and he’d been starving for weeks. His pupils were blown wide, silver irises glowing. He leaned forward, palms flat on the desk, caging my legs between his arms.

"That outfit," he said, voice gravel, "should be illegal."

"I didn’t wear it for you."

"Liar." His gaze dropped to the sliver of lace between my thighs. "You’re showing me your pussy on my desk, Irene. Try that line again."

Heat flooded me. I didn’t move to cover myself. "Maybe I just like knowing you can look and not touch."

"I want to see your full outfit," his smile was slow, dangerous. "Spin for me."

I slid off the chair, champagne in one hand, and turned—slow—letting the skirt flare, letting him see every inch.

His hands caught my hips before I finished the circle. Fingers dug in hard enough to bruise. He yanked me back against him. His cock, already steel-hard, pressed into the curve of my ass.

"You wore this to drive me fucking mad, didn’t you?" he growled against my ear.

My entrance clenched at the sound. I arched back, just enough. "Yes," I breathed. "Because I want to see you beg."

His hand slid down, settling on my bare thigh, thumb stroking the edge of the slit. "If you ask me to kneel, little wolf... I will."

I turned in his arms. His eyes were wild.

"Kneel," I said, sharp as a blade.

He dropped.

No hesitation. The Alpha of two packs sank to his knees in front of an Omega, hands sliding around my waist, pulling me closer. His face was level with my stomach. He pressed his mouth to the cut-out of skin just above my skirt.

"Fuck, Irene," he rasped against me. "You smell like you’re already wet for me."

My fingers speared into his hair. "You don’t get to talk like that unless you earn it."

He looked up, eyes blazing. "Tell me how to earn it."

"Beg."

He laughed, dark and hungry, his beautiful smile making me weak in my knees. "Please, baby. Please let me taste you. I’ve been hard for you since the second you walked out of that cabin. I’ll beg on my fucking knees every day if you let me back inside you."

My thighs shook. "You think one pretty plea and I forget what you did to my family?"

"No." His hands slid lower, cupping my ass, squeezing. "I think you hate me so much it makes you wet. I think you want to punish me with this body until I break." He nipped the skin just under my crop top. "Do it. Break me."

I yanked his head back by the hair. "You don’t get to decide when this ends."

"Then take what you want," he snarled. "Use me."

I went on my knees before him, crawled on his laps, my skirt riding up. He changes his position into a seating position on the wooden floor, positioning me for a more comfortable position. I settled on his hardness and start rocking just like in that dream, my eyes pinned on his silver, glassy ones.

His eyes hungry and desperate on mine.

I squared my hand on his shoulder, leaning away slightly to rock him better, tweaking and twisting my waist on his erection.

He leaned farther, elbows resting on the wooden floor.

I leaned into him again, both hands wrapped around his neck and I crushed my mouth to his.

He groaned like I’d stabbed him and kissed me back like he was dying. Teeth clashed. Tongues fought for control. His hands were everywhere—up my skirt, gripping my thighs, sliding under the crop top to palm my breasts. I bit his lower lip hard enough to taste blood and he growled into my mouth, getting on his feet and lifting me onto the desk in one motion. I settled on the desk and continued rocking him, my ass moving on the desk as I keep pressing my wet panties into his hardness.

I leaned away from him, my legs wrapping around his waist. One shove of its sleeve and the left side of my crop top is showing my left breast, the cool air kissing my nipples.

Alpha Devon groaned at the sight, watching as I cup my breast, pinning my gaze at him.

Champagne spilled across the mahogany as he shoved me closer to him, lips wrapping around my nipples, sucking and biting.

My hand found the buckle of his belt as he licked and sucked on my nipple, unbuckling it and zipping his pants down. I dip my hand in, catching his rock hard length in my hand in one dip. I hear a soft moan leave his lips, his mouth hovering over my nipple as he whispered, "Oh, fuck..."

My hand start moving up and down his length, stroking carefully.

"Irene..." He moaned.

I take his length out and pressed it against my wet panties, rocking into it.

I leaned away to catch his hungry gaze and the way his lip parted in silence moan. I grabbed onto his neck as I continued rocking his length against my wet, clothed entrance, and leaned into him, shoving my tongue into his parted mouth. The vibrations of my muffled moans and his spreading through my spine.

He cupped my butt, guiding me for a faster grind, my climax building.

I broke the kiss suddenly, only to whisper into his parted mouth, "You are never going to fuck me again, Alpha."

I shoved him away and got off his desk, adjusting my skirt and putting my breast back in, adjusting my crop top

I start walking away, turning around just to see him adjusting his pants as well and zipping up. He held my gaze and I held his, just like that. My entrance throbbing with pain and want.

I watched his memorizing sight just standing and looking at me. His charming outfit, that dangerous smirk that mysteriously makes him more handsome and that flick of his hair that too perfect.

Before I can stop it, my legs carried itself back to him, my hands wrapped around his neck for another kiss and he immediately accommodates me, his hand cupping my jaw as his tongue darts out to lick my lips. My lips parted willingly, accommodating his tongue.

His hand cupped my butt, squeezing and moulding.

We broke the kiss.

"Please, fuck me..." He begged.

A slow smirk painted my lips as my lips parted for a reply, the door clicked open.

Neither of us were startled or jerked away from our position in hurry despite the heels that clinked, entering the room. I don’t know who she was but she smelt like an high-ranked wolf from Silverclaw

A frown crossed Alpha Devon’s features as he gazed at the person. "Andrea, what are you doing here?"

I froze and turned my neck around slightly, my hands still thrown around his neck and his hand still cupping my butt.

Average height. Honey brown eyes. Blonde hair and a disappointed gaze.

"W-who is she?" Her voice cracked, betrayal evident in her tone.

I didn’t let him go and he didn’t let me go as well, his hand still cupping my butt.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated, his tone sharp and commanding.

"What? I can’t come for my fiancé Pack unification ceremony out of fear that I might walk into him cheating on me with some hottie?" Her tone was strained, tears welling in her eyes.

My eyes widened and I jerked away from Devon, shoving him away.

Did she just call him fiancé?