Alpha Damien's Trouble Maker (by Ruby Anne) novel Chapter 215

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Chapter 215

Selene

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A hollow laugh bubbled in my throat, but I swallowed it. Instead, I forced myself upright, ignoring the agony tearing through my body. My blood dripped onto the stone beneath my feet, but I stood tall.

“You know what?” My voice came out calm. “I don’t even blame you. I blame myself for being so blind, and stupid. For wasting my love and loyalty on the two of you.”

They looked at me confused, as if they didn’t understand where I was going with this.

I gave them a broken smile. “If I were ever given another chance, Adrian, and Sienna, I would make sure to become your worst nightmare. I’d take everything from you. I’d make your lives as miserable as you’ve made mine. I’d strip you bare until you had nothing left. And most of all, I’d make sure you never have the one thing you truly crave.”

“I, Selene Bloodrose, promise you this, if I must make a deal with the devil himself, I will haunt you for the rest of your lives.”

The sky rumbled, and then thunder split the air with a violent crack, making the guards flinch, making even Adrian’s face twitch as the sky darkened above us.

The goddess had heard me. And so had the devil.

“And to answer your rejection, Adrian…” I whispered, my eyes locking on his. “I hope this answer is to your satisfaction.”

Before he could understand, I lifted the blade high.

His eyes widened, as if, for the first time, he realized what I was about to do. “Selene-!” He moved fast, but I was faster. My hand drove the blade into myself, piercing through flesh.

I gasped, and the world went silent.

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My eyes snapped open wide, my breathing laboured and ragged as I tried desperately to understand what had just happened. Sweat ran down my body, my hands clenched so tightly into fists that my nails dug into my palms. My chest heaved with each shallow breath, my heart still racing wildly from the vivid memory.

I lay there for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling of the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar room, trying to ground myself back in the present. The luxurious bed beneath me felt soft and expensive, the candlelight casting gentle shadows across the walls, but none of it registered properly at first. My mind was still trapped in that painful scene from one of my past lives, the moment of my death caused by the two people I had loved and devoted my entire existence to. My mate, Adrian, and my own twin sister, Sienna.

I frowned deeply, lifting one trembling hand to press against my aching head as I closed my eyes for a moment. It had been such a long time since I had thought about that particular lifetime so clearly and so vividly. I had been so occupied with many things in this new cycle.

I had never truly forgotten what those people did to me. I would never forget the way they had taken everything from me, the way they had rejected me, used me, and left me bleeding out on the cold ground while they watched. The reason I hadn’t done anything about it yet was simple and practical. I simply hadn’t had the time for them.

I clenched my hand harder, my nails digging into my palm as a slow, dangerous smile began to form on my lips. I whispered to myself, my voice low and steady, “It seems like I have been playing too much, that I have forgotten why I begged for a third life. But it’s now time to stop playing around and get straight to business.”

My eyes flashed with cold determination as the words left my mouth. In that moment, every painful memory from the

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Mooncrest Pack flooded back,the betrayal, the humiliation, the way they had treated me like I was nothing despite everything I had given them. I was going to make them pay. Even if I had to take over everything in my path, burn it all down, and rebuild it from the ashes, I would do it. The thought made my smile widen, a predatory curve that felt right on my face.

I was about to let that smile grow even darker when a strong hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. My eyes widened in shock as I was yanked backward and fell onto the bed with a soft thud. My hair spilled messily across the sheets, one hand still raised in a fist, ready to punch whoever had dared to touch me. But the moment my gaze met those familiar crimson eyes, I froze completely. The hand that was meant to strike was caught effortlessly in a lazy, powerful grip, as if it were nothing more than a child’s attempt.

My heart skipped a hard beat as I stared at that breathtaking face hovering above me. Normally when someone woke up they were supposed to look like a mess, and I knew I probably looked like one right now, hair wild, skin still flushed from sleep and yesterday’s activities. But that was not the case for this man. Not only did he not look like a mess, he looked even more handsome this morning. The early light caught the sharp lines of his jaw, the intensity of his crimson eyes, and the way his dark hair fell slightly tousled across his forehead. He looked beautiful. Almost unfairly so!

I couldn’t look away, especially when the memories of yesterday rushed back in vivid detail, how he had taken me over and over again all over his chambers, making me come so many times that I had lost count, pleasuring me and punishing me at the same time until I was shaking and begging. And when he was finally satisfied, he had come deep inside me, filling me up that still lingered in my body. The memories burned hot in my mind, making my face flush a little despite myself.

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