Todos los capítulos de Ruin Me, Biker Alphas : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

~Valerie~I walk slowly, my boots clicking against the hard, stained concrete. The air in the pub is thick, heavy with the smell of road dust, engine grease, and the sharp scent of men. I could easily take the wide path around the tables, but I don't. I walk straight toward them, cutting through the space where the air feels tight, making the hair on my arms stand up.As I pass, I let my shoulder brush within inches of Ronan’s leather jacket. I don’t stop. I don’t even slow down. I just give a low, short greeting, barely saying hello, while I secretly pull a deep breath into my chest.God, the scents.It hits me right in the throat. Ronan is all winter and steel, a cold, sharp freshness that cuts through the stinking bar air. And Evander... he’s the woodsmoke, deep and earthy, like a forest burning in the middle of the night. It’s wild. It’s everything I’ve been starving for during these six long, empty days."Alphas," I murmur.Behind me, I hear two low, deep grunts. They don’t use w

~Valerie~ Evander doesn’t give me a single chance to move. I try to scramble back, my boots sliding on the floor as I look for any way to hide, any way to get away from the predatory look in his eyes. But he’s too fast. He crosses the room in three long, terrifying steps that make the concrete floor groan. Before I can even pull enough air into my lungs to scream, he’s on me. He slams his heavy body into mine with a force that knocks the wind out of me. I feel my hips hit the sharp, hard edge of Ronan’s desk, and the wood digs into my lower back, pinning me there. The heat coming off him is like standing next to a furnace. It’s thick and overwhelming, and it sends a shock through my body that makes my knees turn to water. He doesn't touch my face. He doesn't try to be sweet or offer me any comfort. His hands, large and rough, grab the bottom of my leather skirt and yank it up in one violent push. He bunches the fabric around my waist, leaving me completely exposed to the cool air of

~Valerie~Fear has a taste, and right now, it tastes exactly like the cologne of the Alpha of the Nightborne Pack.Evander yanks himself out of me with a wet, heavy slide that makes me gasp. The cold air hits my slick, sticky thighs, making every goosebump on my skin freeze into tiny needles. He doesn't even have time to pull up his zipper before the thick door swings inward.Alpha Ronan Kane steps into his office.The silence that follows is so loud my ears ring. The air in the room instantly shifts, cracking like ice under a hammer. Ronan’s storm-gray eyes sweep across the desk, locking onto the pool of wetness, the torn silk panties on the tile, and then straight onto my trembling, ruined body. The room is thick with the smell of sex, my virgin blood, and Evander’s loud woodsmoke mark. It’s a violation of his space, and we all know it."Ronan," Evander starts, his voice rough and breathless, his fingers twitching against his thighs.Ronan doesn't answer. His chest heaves violently

~Valerie~Ronan’s massive knot locks us together from behind all through the long hours of the night. I float in and out of consciousness, my mind overloaded by the power of the two Alphas that knotted me. It is a tug-of-war inside my soul. With every slow heartbeat, I can feel Evander’s lingering woodsmoke presence pulsing in my veins, clashing directly with the fresh rush of Ronan’s cedarwood essence pouring into me."Mmm... stay still, Valerie," Ronan whispers against my wet neck. His voice is deep, thick with an extreme possessiveness that makes my chest tighten. He doesn't pull back. He stays pinned flat against my back, his wide chest rising and falling against my shoulder blades. "You're ours. The moon chose you for both of us. Ah... look at how your body is holding onto me.""Ah... Ronan... it hurts," I whimper, my face buried deep in the dark pillowcase. The constant, deep-seated ache in my core is overwhelming, stretching me from the inside out. The sticky sensation of their

~Valerie~Ronan’s executive quarters is quiet, a warm sanctuary isolated from the loud, bass-heavy music of the bar downstairs. Ronan and Evander have left me here to rest, my body spent after the intense, four-day heat. I stand in the small, tiled bathroom, letting the hot water of the shower spray over my sore shoulders. I lather the lavender soap, scrubbing my skin, trying and failing to wash away the thick, unmistakable evidence of the two men knots. The steam rises, but it only seems to amplify the musky scent of cedarwood, winter frost, and deep woodsmoke clinging to my flesh.Every touch of the soap reminds me of how their hands felt on my skin, how they held me and fed me only hours before. I close my eyes, a small, happy smile touching my lips. But that peace does not last.The wooden door to the outer suite bursts open, the sudden draft of cold air making the bathroom mirror fog over instantly. I freeze, my heart leaping into my throat. The water keeps running, splashing lou