All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damien’s POV The night swallowed us whole. The warehouse doors clanged shut behind thirty men, the sound echoing like the toll of a bell. Boots hit the ground in unison as we moved through the empty streets in the veins of the city. The air was sharp with the scent of asphalt, gasoline, and the faintest trace of iron blood, old but lingering. She was close. I could feel it. Edward stalked at my side, his hand resting on the knife strapped to his thigh. The others fanned out behind us, a ripple of power contained in human forms. My wolves. My brothers. And we were hunting. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. Every one of them could feel my rage, my hunger for blood, bleeding off me like heat. We swept through alleys, warehouses, deserted corners of the city where even streetlights dared not glow. Each step pulled me tighter, coiling the heaviness in my chest until it was ready to break. Then Edward’s voice cut the silence.“Alpha.” I followed his gaze. At the far end of th

Evangeline's POVIt's a man’s voice, urgent, almost angry, laced with something that prickled against my skin in recognition. I knew him. My heart stuttered, tripping over itself as I strained to place the memory, but my body betrayed me — heavy, chained to this sterile bed with wires and tubes that sang my weakness in rhythmic beeps.“We… can’t risk moving her again,” he said, firmer this time. “If you do, you might kill her.”The muffled reply was lost under the steady hiss of oxygen, but my pulse throbbed against my ears. That voice. I clung to it, trying to thread it back to the moments before the blood, before the darkness swallowed me.Damien.No. Not Damien. My chest tightened. It wasn’t him. I would know his voice anywhere, burned into me like fire. This one was sharper, clipped, carrying authority instead of desperation. Familiar, yes, but distant like someone I’d known in another life.I wanted to shout but when I opened my mouth, only a rasp slipped free, swallowed whole by

Two days laterEvangeline's POV "You can't reveal to her yet that she's a wolf hunter."I heard a carried on hushed argument between the scarred man and the young woman. I’d been half-asleep, fighting another restless night, when their voices drifted close enough to catch. “You shouldn’t speak it here,” the woman hissed. “If she hears—” “She needs to know sooner or later,” the man replied, voice low but hard. “Secrets rot faster than flesh. Nathalie won’t tolerate delay.” That name. Nathalie. It struck me with a faint spark of recognition, though at first I couldn’t place it. My mind scrambled for fragments, pulling threads through fog until it caught on the one truth that twisted my stomach into knots.Briar had a sister and she had a name. Nathalie.The syllables alone filled me with a creeping dread, because if Briar was darkness, then what did that make her blood? The footsteps faded, their argument dragging away down the corridor but the word lingered in my mind.Few mom

Damien's POVDamien's POV The smell of antiseptic hit me the second I walked through the sliding glass doors. I had barely set foot into the hospital lobby when the silence around me changed. Nurses froze mid-step. A doctor looked up from his clipboard and paled. The tension rolled outward like ripples in water, and I didn’t need Edward’s soft curse at my side to know why. My presence wasn’t subtle. It never had been but I wasn’t here to be subtle. I was here for her, my Evangeline. Her name pulsed like blood in my veins, every syllable sharp enough to carve through my spine We had fought hard, me and Edward, with the dawn clawing at our heels. I hadn’t slept. My mind had replayed it endlessly: her body slack in my arms, the blood soaking my shirt, her lashes trembling before they stilled. The memory of her slipping from me haunted every inhale, every exhale, every damn heartbeat. She was now alive. She had to be. That thought kept me upright, kept me sane. But the momen

Evangeline's POVThe door slammed open with a crack that courses through the narrow room. I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat, my breath caught mid-silence. For a moment, the shadows themselves seemed to bend into shape, and then I saw her. Nathalie. She stood framed in the doorway, her presence a storm that pushed the air from the room. Cold light spilled in from the hall, carving sharp lines across her face, dangerous, carved in the kind of angles that warned you not to look too long. “Get up,” she said. Her voice was crisp, carrying the authority of someone who had never once been disobeyed. “We’re leaving.” My body tensed. The bed beneath me was no comfort; it felt like sand collapsing under waves. My throat tightened, words scraping out of me before I even thought them. “Why?” She paused, her steps faltering for the briefest heartbeat. Then she turned her head just enough to fix her eyes on me. The weight of her glare was almost physical. “I bet you know,” she sai