All Chapters of Stuck Between Two Alphas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Evelyn’s POV The door creaked open under my hand. I stepped inside slowly, letting it close behind me with a dull, final thud that echoed like the shutting of a cage. The room was dim, the walls painted in deep shades of black and ash gray, almost like it was built to suffocate light. There was a fire burning low in the hearth, but it gave off little warmth—more shadows than flames. I stood there for a second, blinking as my eyes adjusted. The furniture was dark wood. The bed had a thick, carved frame, draped with heavy velvet sheets that looked far too luxurious to feel comforting. Everything in here screamed control, power, and cold elegance. But not safety. No. This place was far from safe. I wrapped my arms around myself as I moved further in, my footsteps nearly silent against the rug. The room felt hollow. Not physically—no, it was furnished well—but hollow in the way a soul-deep emptiness is. Like no matter how much beauty you layered on, the darkness always won.

Evelyn"Eve. I've been expecting you."Those five words echoed in my head like the toll of a bell.I stood there, frozen. My hand still on the edge of the red door, my breath shallow in my chest. My mind raced as my eyes studied the girl in front of me. Red hair, skin like porcelain, lips the soft shade of cherry blossoms. Chained. Tired. But her eyes, her eyes burned with recognition.I had never seen her before in my life.My knees wobbled slightly as I took a cautious step back, gripping the edge of the doorframe with clammy fingers. "What... what did you just say?" My voice cracked, low and uncertain.She blinked slowly. Her eyes were unnaturally bright. Not in a magical, sparkling way, but in a way that made your stomach twist—like she knew something terrible, and it lived behind her gaze."You heard me. Evelyn."I stared at her, the weight of her words dragging the breath from my chest. "How do you know my name? Who are you?" My voice cracked as I finally found the courage to

Evelyn’s POVThe second I saw his face, my legs moved on their own.“Christian!” I cried out, my voice shaky, uncertain if I was dreaming.He barely had time to react before I launched myself into his arms. The moment I collided with his chest, a tight breath left his lungs, and his arms instinctively wrapped around me. I buried my face in his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt like it could somehow anchor me.“You’re alive,” I whispered, over and over, just to hear the words aloud. “You’re alive…”His arms tightened slightly, and I felt the slow rise and fall of his chest.It was only after what felt like forever that I pulled back, my eyes locking onto his face. His jaw was as sharp and set as ever, and his eyes still held that same glint of intensity, only now, they looked... worn. Like he'd seen something he wouldn't talk about.I didn’t realize tears had gathered until one slid down my cheek.“I thought you were dead,” I said softly, my voice cracking. “I thought they kil

Evelyn's POVTwo weeks.It’s been two whole weeks since Lucien Darkhen’s heart was torn out and everything I knew cracked down the middle. The bloodshed. The chaos. The choices that none of us can ever take back. And yet here I am, barefoot on the dewy path of Bluestone’s eastern garden, pretending the world is soft again. It isn’t. Not really.I walk slowly, my fingers grazing the lavender bushes that line the old cobblestone path. The scent is familiar. Soothing. It’s the only thing that hasn’t changed.Everyone says it’s over. That we won. That the worst is behind us.But I can still feel it, that unease crawling at the back of my neck. Maya’s words echo in my mind like a warning bell. “Lucien was just the beginning. They’ll come for me… and they’ll come for you too.”I close my eyes, breathe in the sharp floral air, and try not to let the panic crawl up my throat. Maya wasn’t some frightened girl. She was calm when she said it. Certain. That’s what terrified me the most. She wasn’

EvelynIt’s been a few days since I was discharged from Ava’s hospital. Honestly, it still feels a little surreal. Like everything that happened in the last few weeks has been someone else's story and not mine. I keep waiting to wake up and find myself in my old bedroom, with none of this pain or chaos stitched into my skin. But every morning when I open my eyes, the reality hits me all over again.The doctors had one clear instruction: stay away from stress.Right. Because that’s so easy with Christian and Tyler acting like overgrown toddlers fighting for the last slice of pizza, except the pizza is me, apparently. Every damn day since I left the hospital, the two of them have gone at it, arguing over who knows best, who cares more, who should be the one making decisions about my care. I’m surprised they haven’t killed each other by now.A few nights ago, Christian barged into my room with that intense glare of his and suggested I move to Crescent. He said I’d be safer there, more