บททั้งหมดของ Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Damien’s POVYharina’s footsteps faded behind me, the soft rustle of her robe brushing against the floor like finality as she retired for the night.I stood still, stag at nothing in particular, though I saw nothing.My hands tightened to my sides. My chest tightened, my lungs struggling to fill themselves. The healer’s words reverberated in my skull with a quiet violence.“She will die anyway…”“And you will go feral…”I raked a hand through my hair and turned away from the hearth, pacing the length of the room like a caged beast.The tiles swallowed the sound of my footsteps, but it didn’t lessen the storm inside. The walls suddenly felt closer than they should, the ceiling lower. The weight of the truth pressed down on me, cruel and cold.I was the Alpha. The leader of one the most powerful packs in the northern territories. I had stared down death, led wars, quelled rebellions with nothing but a word.And yet, one woman. One infuriating, sharp-mouthed, doe-eyed human woman with a

Evangeline's POVThe morning sun filtered through the cheap curtains like golden fingertips, brushing against my cheek, coaxing me awake.I didn’t move.For a long moment, I just lay there—staring at the ceiling of the hotel room I’d booked for the month. It wasn’t home. At least it was mine for now. My little corner of the world. Temporary, but still a place to breathe.Eventually, I dragged myself up and padded to the bathroom. I let the shower run a bit too hot, let it sting the skin on my back until the fog in my head started to clear. Still, I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest.The dream had come again. The forest. The eyes. The feeling of being watched.I pushed it aside like I always did. Ever since I left Nathan and moved on, I have been having weird dreams especially each time I had a tantrum with that cold-hearted CEO.After dressing in high-waisted jeans and a soft knit top earthy green, my comfort color, I tied my curls into a loose bun and grabbed my tote. It was the

Evangeline's POVThe first thing I felt was cold.Not the kind that wrapped around your skin from winter air, but the kind that seeped into your bones, like the air itself had teeth. My eyes fluttered open slowly, my lashes sticky from sleep or something more sinister. The world above me swam in dull greys and unwelcoming shadows, a cracked ceiling with a bulb hanging from frayed wires. Dust floated through the air.Pain thrummed behind my eyes as I tried to sit up, only to find that I couldn’t.My wrists were bound to the arms of the chair. Tight, coarse rope burned against my skin when I moved even an inch.Panic came next, rising in my throat like bile.Where was I? What happened?The last thing I remembered was the knock and no answer—and then the hand, the scarf. The scent was sharp, chemical, laced with something that made my mind go dark in seconds.Now, here I was, tied in a place that felt like it belonged in some abandoned corner of the world.Muffled voices drifted from a r

Evangeline's POV Noah was now tightly clinging to me, his tiny fingers buried in the fabric of my shirt, as if any loosened grip might make me vanish. My hand curled over the back of his head instinctively. We needed to go. We needed to get out. The moment I moved, tightening my grip on Noah and shifting toward the door, the man stepped forward. slipping into our path and bocking it. “No,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You can’t leave.” I blinked up at him. My body still carried the ache of fear, the deep-burning fatigue from survival mode—but now a sharper note of frustration began to rise inside me. I squared my shoulders. “Move away,” I said tightly. He didn’t. His posture remained calm, annoyingly so. “Not my call,” he replied, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve got orders. You’re not supposed to leave until the boss returns.” “The boss?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes. “Who the hell are you talking about?” He gave me a look that was measured, unreadable and then said the

Evangeline's POVHis actions wasn't violent like I thought but with enough force that the motion shocked every cell in my body.I landed on the couch with a soft, broken gasp, my back sinking into the cushions. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t meant to hurt and that somehow made it worse.I looked up at him, wide-eyed, my chest rising and falling like I had just sprinted through fire.He stood over me, silent. The glowing red in his eyes was stronger now. It flickered, like coals still burning under the surface. Waiting… but only barely.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I breathed.He didn’t answer. His expression was cold and calm.I pushed myself up on my elbows, trying to get back on my feet. “Don’t touch me again.”“You were going to leave,” he said quietly.“Yes,” I snapped. “Because this is insane! Because you show up out of nowhere claiming it's your house, reeking in blood, with glowing demon eyes or whatever that was, and expect me to what? Sit here and be okay with it?”His jaw t