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Ruined by the Sovereign

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1133    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

m was so absolute Jane could hear the expensive grand

k collar, diving straight into her bloodstream. The feral venom he had pumped into her three nights ago woke up.

She counted the small holes in the metal cap. Seven ho

ced by an ugly, desperate confusion. He looked at Elena. Elena was gripping her linen napkin so hard he

oar into the words, but it came out thin. You were locked in a ligh

ck through her spine. She wanted to lean back into his hand. The urge was disgusti

d not look at his younger brother. He looked across the

om. The two heads in the duffel bag were the architects of my imprisonment. The rest of the traitors will be dealt

through the canvas of the duffel bag on the floor, then at the be

ty, Michael continued, taking a slow sip of his bou

s on the table. The c

setting in. You do not just walk in here and take my

hrill, desperate whisper. Ryan chos

y what I want

ed into the room. It was not a roar. It was a physical pressure, like being at the bottom of the

d her, heavy and possessive, feeding the unnatural heat burning between h

ate to prove to the room that he was still the Alpha. He lunged toward Jane,

ane, Ryan

. She watched Ryan'

is glass. His left hand shot out

k. He held Ryan's arm suspended over the table. Ryan grunted, trying to pull b

tumbler in his right hand. T

other men touch my thi

ed his l

rough the dining room. It sounded lik

buckled. He collapsed onto the floor, clutching

ss down on the table. He ha

e terror finally breaking through her performative sweetness. She realized in an instant that the man she had manipulated Ryan to secure was nothing but

uckles. There was a tiny speck of blood on his cufflink from the

le. The Sterling family accepts the treaty, Sovereig

ichae

ier. The feral beast from the cell was gone, replaced entirely by the surgical tactician. But Jane co

ate, Michael said. She is moving

he city. The place where the Alpha lived, isolated, locked behind reinforced glas

Her ice-blue eyes met

said. Her voice was flat, empty

dark, terrifying smirk pulle

ear. The heat radiating from him made her breath hitch. You will not be wearing clot

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Ruined by the Sovereign
Ruined by the Sovereign
“She didn't run when her fated mate rejected her; she walked straight into the subterranean fighting pits to be ruined. If the pack wanted her pedigree pristine for their golden boy, she would make sure her womb was violently, irrevocably corrupted by their locked-away nightmare. She just didn't expect the feral beast she fucked in a blood-stained cell to wear a bespoke Tom Ford suit to breakfast three days later. Jane was bred to be the perfect Luna, a pureblood mare for the future Alpha, Ryan. When Ryan humiliated her on Mating Day by claiming her perfect half-sister instead, Jane didn't break. She dissociated. Seeking absolute destruction of her political worth, she stole the warden's keys and descended into solitary confinement. She offered herself to Michael, the Blood Sovereign and Ryan's older, feral brother who had been locked in the dark for years. The claiming was a blindingly explicit transaction of teeth, slick heat, and suffocating pine. She left him in the dark, thinking she'd won her sick little game. Then came the pack dinner. Michael isn't chained. He isn't feral. He sits at the head of the table, executing a hostile takeover of the pack with cold, surgical precision. While discussing finances with her father, Michael pushes a wave of dark arousal through their hidden bond, watching Jane's knuckles turn white. When Ryan sneers that purebloods don't take leftovers, Michael's tactical facade slips just enough to be terrifying. He reaches across the table, his thumb pressing exactly over the hidden, raw puncture wounds on Jane's neck, and whispers, "My knot doesn't wash out."”