She was his dead brother's mate. By tradition, she now belonged to him. 

It was an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. All she had to do was be his breeder, part her legs and bear him sons. But Prince Ruin was cruel. And every day was a rejection from Ruin, a constant humiliation ritual to remind her once more that she was nothing but a warm c*nt and a womb to bear his children. 

One day, after a betrayal too jarring to bear, Guinevere Laurent is reborn and decides she'd had enough. She abandoned her duties as Princess and fled from her mad groom under a different identity, with a secret she hoped no one else would discover. 

Only to get run over by a popular billionaire Alpha, Draven, who had been in town for a visit. Five years later, Guinevere is a stable business owner and engaged to Alpha Draven who treats her like she is his world.

But Ruin won't have it that his bride got away from him. When he finally finds Guinevere after five long years of searching, it is at the wedding altar, about to be bound to another man, and with a little boy with fangs, calling her "Mom."

And Ruin does the only thing that seems right in his books.

He abducts his runaway breeder from her wedding.


"Forgive me, Vi," he says. 

I tilt my head. "Get on your knees." 

He sinks to his knees, gazing up at me with hooded eyes as I strut over to where he kneels. I delve my fingers into his hair and push him down to my heels. "Kiss my feet." 

His head lowers, but instead, he grips my calves and brings his lips between my legs. "How about I kiss you here instead?" His mouth brushes against my heat. "Will you forgive me then?" 



Warning: The male lead is both the villain and the hero. There will be other men you ship with the female lead out of fear for her life and mental health. But Ruin is a constant you must get used to. Because he's always there. Ruin is essential in the way Chaos is, and if there is one thing I promise you, it is that you will come to crave him, too. Because normal is boring.

This is a dark, erotic romance. Open it at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Now that you've decided to ignore my warning, please, by all means, enjoy.

I shut my eyes and sink slowly to my knees, forcing the bile back from my throat. My fingers curl into fists and my nails gouge into my palm.


I hate the words as they leave my mouth and I want to bite my tongue, stab something, scream and shatter glass. I do not bother to pretend to be sincere about it. My hatred and angst are pitched into every word.


And with each humiliating apology I gave, each flash of the cameras in my face, each demeaning laughter from the audience watching me debase myself to save my son's life and that of my pack, I make a vow.


I will hurt him in a way no one else has.


I will repay the favour and make him grovel and crawl and beg. I will make him suffer. I will make them regret ever underestimating me.


Ruin has no idea what he's let back into his home. I will be the hurricane that blow off the roof and leaves destruction in its wake.


Chapter 49 - 48. Gwen