⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠️Ruin Me Slowly is a dark billionaire romance that burns through obsession, revenge, and raw, filthy surrender.Six weeks under his roof. Locked doors. Late nights. A man who already knows exactly what she came to do to him—and plans to f**k that plan right out of her.Every encounter shoves them further past the line: rough hands pinning wrists, mouths on wet pu**y, thick c*ck stretching her open until she’s dripping and begging. He takes her against walls, over desks, on her knees with her face pressed to the floor while he ruins her from behind. She came for control. He makes her forget her own name with every deep, punishing thrust.Wanting him becomes the one thing she can’t audit, control, or walk away from.Ruin Me Slowly will leave you breathless, soaked, and aching for the next chapter.

They gave me three winters to live. In our territory every unmated wolf loses a year each winter. I lose three. I have been losing three since I was nine, and this town finished grieving me a long time ago. So when the Alpha of the Vashti pack found me in the census yard and offered to buy my last winters, I laughed in his face. He was not joking. Ivar Vashti has until the Long Frost to take a Luna or lose his pack to his brother. I have three winters and no route left to drive. On paper it is a clean trade. Then the Reader counts me after the mark and nothing has moved. Not one day. And I learn the rule nobody mentioned before I signed. The bond does not run on paperwork. It runs on wanting. Real wanting. Both ways. Or it sits in my ledger and rots. Now I have to make a man I do not trust want me enough to keep me breathing. His brother is offering me a better deal and meaning it. The woman who waited eight years to be his Luna is kinder to me than my own family. And the old Reader who has counted me every winter since I was a child went back for a second count this year, for the first time in forty years, and then he would not look at me. Because my number is not short. It is going somewhere. And when I find out who has been taking it, I will have to choose between the person I have spent my whole life protecting and the man who is quietly spending his last years on me.

The night my Alpha was supposed to mark me as his Luna, he knelt at my best friend's feet instead and ordered the pack to drag me out by my hair. They threw me to the rogues at the territory line like roadkill in the rain. But the man who caught me wasn't a savior. Cain Marrok, the cruel king of Ironfang MC, doesn't rescue broken things. He collects them. "You want them to pay?" he said, tipping my chin up with one ringed finger. "Then you belong to me now, little wolf." I should have run. Instead I said yes. Now the pack that threw me away is about to learn exactly what they created and the only man who can protect me is the one I can never trust. Did I escape one cage… or climb onto the back of a deadlier one?

"I, Alpha Damon Kane, reject you, Aria Vale, as my mate." Three words shattered her world in front of the entire pack. For eighteen years, Aria had waited for the moon goddess to bless her with her fated mate. She never imagined he would humiliate her at the mating ceremony — then choose her own sister in her place. Cast out, broken, and left to die in the Blackwood forest, Aria is found by a man whose presence makes every wolf bow. Silver eyes. A crown of scars. A power older than the packs themselves. The Lycan King. And he calls her his. But Aria carries a secret that could burn both kingdoms to the ground — a secret Damon will kill to bury, and the Lycan King will start a war to protect. When the moon rises again, will she choose the alpha who threw her away… or the king who swore to make the world kneel for her?