Ruin Me, Alpha-Chapter 27: Blood, Wine, and Omega Fury

The laptop screen glowed blue in the dim Omega quarters, files open, screenshots lined up like ammunition. Dates, recordings, bank transfers, the massacre orders with Devon’s own digital signature. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart steady for once. I was so close.

The door slammed open so hard it bounced off the wall.

Brielle stumbled in, panting, eyes wild. "Irene. Gideon. They took him at dawn. Devon’s enforcers dragged him out in chains. They say he killed two elders and Councilor Hale. They’re saying Gideon killed them."

I didn’t look up. Just clicked to the next file.

Brielle’s breathing hitched. "Irene?"

I kept scrolling.

She stepped closer, voice cracking. "Why aren’t you reacting? Did you... did you know?"

I finally met her eyes. "I knew. I’ll handle it."

"Handle it?" She laughed, sharp and broken. "We don’t have time! With Devon you don’t get time. You hesitate, you lose."

I closed the laptop. "We tread lightly or we all die, Brielle."

She stared, then whispered, "King Voltage was executed last night. Publicly. Treason. A crime he never committed. Devon didn’t even wait for a trial." Her hands shook. "He’s picking us off one by one. If we wait—"

"I have a plan."

"We need to move now—"

"I said I have a plan!" I snapped, voice slicing through the room like a blade.

Silence.

I stood, walked to the bed, sat on the edge. "These files aren’t enough. He’ll say they’re fabricated. I need something that drags the Northern elders in. Something that makes him untouchable filth in every territory."

Brielle swallowed. "He’s having dinner right now. With the council. To announce his engagement to Andrea. Officially."

The words hit like claws to the gut.

Engagement.

That bastard dared...

My vision went red.

I was moving before I decided to. Yanking open the closet. Black dress. The one that barely covered anything. Cowl neck, side slit to the hip, silver chains dripping from the hem like liquid sin. Knee-high boots. No bra. No mercy.

Brielle’s voice behind me, small. "Irene... you’re going there?"

I zipped the boots. "I’m done playing."

The guards at the penthouse doors saw me coming and stepped aside without a word. They knew better.

I strode down the marble hallway, heels clicking like gunshots. Andrea stepped out from a side corridor, blocking my path.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going, Omega?"

"Move."

She smirked, eyes raking over the dress. "Dressed like a desperate whore for my engagement dinner?"

I smiled. Then I shoved her.

Not a push. A full-body slam of power. She flew, back hitting the wall with a crack, sliding down in a heap.

I didn’t look back.

The dining room doors were open. Eight council members mid-laugh, wine glasses raised. Devon sat at the head, black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled, looking like sin poured into muscle.

His eyes found me instantly.

The laughter died.

He rose slowly, gaze dragging down every inch of me like he was already inside me. Hungry. Possessed.

I walked straight to the table and flipped it.

Plates shattered. Wine exploded across the floor like blood. Men shouted, scrambling back.

Devon didn’t move. Just watched me, lips parted, pupils blown wide.

"Out," he said quietly.

No one moved.

One councilor found his voice. "Alpha, what is this? Why is the Omega here dressed like a—"

Devon’s glare cut him dead. The man shut up.

I smiled sweetly. "Embarrassed, Alpha? Afraid they’ll see what you really do with your toys?"

The council still hesitated.

I tilted my head. "Or maybe you’ll just kill one of them later and frame someone else. Who’s next? Andrea?"

Right on cue, Andrea limped in, holding her side, blood trickling from her scalp.

Devon’s voice was soft. Deadly. "I know you’re not mad about Gideon, baby."

I stepped closer. "No. I’m mad at myself."

He cocked a brow.

"For letting you manipulate me," I hissed. "For letting you touch me after everything. How dare you move forward with Andrea after all the blood you spilled to make sure I belonged to no one else?"

My voice cracked on the last word.

His smirk was slow, dark, devastating. "So kill me, then."

I laughed, low and broken. "Oh, I will. But first—"

"Don’t forget to fuck me before you do," he murmured.

"My pleasure."

I lunged.

We crashed together like warring storms. Claws out. Teeth. Blood.

I slashed his cheek. He laughed, grabbed my wrist, slammed me into the wall. I kneed him in the gut, spun, raked claws down his throat. He growled, eyes feral, and bit my shoulder hard enough to bruise.

I was winning.

Me. Against an Alpha.

I drove my claws into his side, twisted. He grunted, blood soaking his shirt, but his eyes, God, his eyes never left mine. Burning. Worshipping. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The council scrambled out screaming. Andrea watched for one stunned second then fled.

I shoved him back. He hit the floor, slid, sat against the wall, breathing hard, blood dripping from everywhere.

I stalked over, boots splashing through spilled wine and blood, and stood over him.

He looked up, grinning through the red staining his face. "You look so fucking hot right now, baby."

I smirked, crouched, claws at his throat. "You look hotter bleeding out."

His tongue slid out, licked a rivulet of blood from his lip. "Dying wish?"

"Tell me."

"Fuck you till my last breath."

I straddled him.

His cock was already rock-hard beneath his jeans. I ground down once, slow. He groaned, head falling back.

"Your wish is my command."

I yanked my dress up to my waist, lace panties soaked. Reached down, unzipped him, pulled him free. Thick, hot, pulsing in my hand.

He watched me like I was his goddess and his executioner.

I sank down on him in one brutal drop.

We both cried out.

He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, guiding me as I rode him hard, fast, punishing. Blood smeared between us, slicking skin, making everything wetter, filthier.

I leaned in, licked the blood from his neck, bit down. He snarled, flipped us.

My back hit the carpet, legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed back in. Deeper. Harder.

"Say you’re mine," he growled against my mouth.

"Never," I gasped, claws digging into his back, shredding skin.

He fucked me like he was trying to brand his soul into mine. Lips crashing, tongues fighting, blood and spit and moans.

I came first, screaming into his mouth, walls clenching around him like a fist.

That’s when I did it.

Claws to his throat.

One clean slash.

He froze, buried deep, eyes wide and blazing.

Blood poured hot over my chest.

He smiled, slow and proud. "That’s my girl. Always knew you’d win."

He pulled out, collapsed back on his knees, hand clutching the gash as blood gushed between his fingers.

I stood, tucked him back in, zipped him up like I was saying goodbye to a lover after the best night of our lives.

"You gave me the best sex I’ll ever have," I whispered, voice shaking. "I’ll think of it when you’re nothing but bones."

He coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but that smirk never left.

One last rasp, raw and filthy: "Bury me inside you."

Then he fell back.

Dead.

The room was silent except for my breathing and the drip of blood on marble.

I stared at his body.

And felt nothing but fire.