All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evangeline's POVI blinked up at him, disoriented. My legs didn’t quite obey me. The dizziness still swam at the corners of my vision, but in that moment, all I could do was shake my head softly against the collar of his shirt. “No,” I whispered. No, I wasn’t okay. I hadn’t been okay for a long time. But it had never come out of my mouth before. He pulled away just enough to see me better and that was when he noticed the blood. His sharp gaze fell to my mouth. His expression shifted all at once, like a storm rolling in over glassy skies. There were flecks of red along the bottom of my lip, streaked faintly against my chin. “What the hell—?” he breathed. He gripped my shoulder and looked down at me like I’d suddenly shattered in his hands. The coolness that usually cloaked him had been replaced by something much closer to panic. Quiet, controlled panic but it was there. “Yharina,” he barked, not even turning around. “She’s failing. Won’t you do something?” I couldn’t ev

Damien's POV Evangeline’s question echoed again. “You’ve said it twice now… about sucking me dry. You know, I’ve only ever read of two creatures that crave human blood like that—wolves or vampires. So go on, why don’t you just tell me what you really are?” I sat in the wicker-backed chair opposite her and folded my hands deliberately. My face remained still, stiller than the glass of water resting untouched on the side table. Yet beneath my calm exterior. She believed we were on our way to a business conference in France. A conference. Yet here we were. She didn’t yet know the truth. I wasn’t ready for her to know. Her eyes—clear, bright, determined—studied me as though preparing for full-on conflict. And I inwardly admired her strength. Few wouldn't stand their ground after everything she had gone through. But now… she’d asked the question. It forced me to carefully choose my next words. I cleared my throat. “You read a lot,” I said with a calm purpose, choosing to focus on the b

Evangeline's POV Right before my eyes, he shifted. Not fully, no—God, no—but it was enough. Enough for my mind to shatter under the weight of what I saw. His features… warped. Bones didn’t break, no—there was no screaming, no agony. It wasn’t like those horror films I used to sneak into late at night. This was… silent. Controlled. Terrifying because of how calm it was. I blinked hard, hoping it was a trick of the light. It wasn’t. His jaw elongated slightly, just enough that his teeth pushed forward with fangs, not fully but they weren’t human either. His skin darkened in places, like shadows had begun to cling to it. His eyes, already intense, glowed faintly now, like dying embers ready to spark to life. Something wrong. Something I was never supposed to see. “Boss..boss…” I whispered, nearly stumbling backward. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The air had thickened. I could barely breathe in it. Something primal radiated from him, like heat but colder. A power, raw and ab

Damien's POV The throne room of Duskborn Fortress breathed in low murmurs as I stepped beneath the vaulted entrance. The lights along the walls flared with ancient incense, shadows dancing across stone pillars etched with runes older than any human history. A hush rippled through the gallery, my gallery—until it was silent. I felt eyes on me immediately, measured, scrutinizing. Aron stood at the foot of the dais. He nodded once, taut lines at the corners of his eyes. A gesture for me to proceed. The council of elders about thirty-two of them, veterans of battles I couldn’t count and longings I barely understood stood behind heavy mahogany chairs. They whispered in sets of two and threes; their voices low but urgent, their expressions grave. Time was shifting, and I’d called this council for a reason. I walked forward with a steady gait. My coat fell behind me like a cape. I held my head high, my shoulders back. The courtyard fell still. Even the light seemed to flicker quieter,

Damien's POVI rushed through the fortress corridors, every footstep echoing like a hammer against my heart. Everything seemed muted, stretching longer with each stride. My coat fluttered behind me, a silent flag of desperation and dread. I entered the chamber where Evangeline had laid after being sedated, I thought. Until now. The bed was made, the soft linens crisp. The guards had gone, the ropes and potions gone she had been given. The polished floor showed no sign of her footprints. Nothing. My breath caught. Silence pushed against my lungs. This room had become a vault trapping only her absence. “Where the fuck are you, Evangeline?” I said into the emptiness. Then I heard the hushed steps light and cautious at the door. Yharina appeared, her robes rustling, her face tightly composed. “Alpha,” she said softly. Relief slammed into me, violent and sudden. “She’s here?,” I asked, but Yharina’s face filled my vision and stopped the words. “She’s gone,” she said flatly.