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.

In my previous lives, I never made it this far.


It hadn't occurred to me just how little I understood the terrain around Castle Ivashkov, and how way in over my head I was, thinking I could simply run and everything else would fall into place.


My foot catches against a fallen tree and I fall, landing on my face. Only to pick myself up again.


I've been running for the last hour. I barely made it out the gates before an alarm went up in the castle, calling for the gates to be shut. Shortly after, I realized that the snarls rippling in the air weren't rogues, but the hounds that had been set on my trail.


Branches whip at my face, cutting my skin. I just needed to get to the road. 


I slam into something hard, then, shrieking as I rebound, falling back and slamming into a tree.


Chapter 33 - 32. Gwen