Semua Bab Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Damien’s POV The corridor was quiet as I walked it anyway, my steps echoing off the cold walls of the east wing, the one Draven had claimed for himself when he returned to the fortress last moon cycle. A place where till this day, I didn't know the reason he chose to live in that part of the fortress, perhaps where his demons would never stay sleeping for long. He wanted to talk right after Evangeline had rushed in and talked about him out of the blue. I already knew something was wrong. When I reached the tall door carved with the crescent sigils of our bloodline, I paused for a moment, my fingers flexing at my side. A cold unease stirred inside me like something older. I knocked once. No answer. Then I pushed the door open. Draven stood near the hearth, his hands shoved into his pockets, his back to me. Firelight licked across the edges of his face, painting him in fractured golds and reds. He didn’t turn as I entered. He didn’t have to. “You wanted to see me,” I said ca

Evangeline's POV Gods....the moment his hands moved down my waist, a tremor ran through me. Heat. Real, burning, bone-deep heat. He didn’t even touch me the way I expected like rough, just a careful slide of his fingers across my hips, like I was fragile and breakable. Was that mercy? No. It felt like reverence. My breath caught as his forehead brushed mine again. Damien's body was so close, his scent thick in the air—sandalwood and something darker, untamed. I hated how much I liked it. How my body responded even when my mind screamed at me to stop. How could someone I despised so deeply make my chest flutter like this? I’d kissed him out of spite. To win a game I didn’t even know the rules of. But now… I wasn’t sure who was winning. He was breathing heavily, like every second he held himself back was some small war. I could feel it. The restraint. The torment. The firestorm just under his skin. I knew I was playing with something I didn’t understand. His hand

Damien's POV Hours later I hardly remembered leaving Evangeline’s room. My head was fogged, body hollowed out by the echo of her words—her anger, her accusations, her plea for escape. Yet something deeper had shifted beneath my ribs, and I needed distance to breathe, to think, to steady the storm inside my chest. So I wandered through the fortress halls, moving without real intent, until I found myself in Yharina’s chamber. It was quietly lit by dim lights and herbs hanging from the rafters, the air rough with earthy warmth. She looked up from the mortar and pestle she was using, her soft eyes immediately registering my unrest. “Alpha,” she said quietly. I paused. My throat was dry, and my heart pounded like a trapped bird. I wanted to speak, ask questions, for clarity but the words locked in my chest. She set aside her tools and rose, her eyes narrowing with concern. “Did something happen between you and her?” Her directness surprised me. Most people would avoid the ques

Evangeline's POV The door slammed shut behind me with more force than intended. My heart pounded so loud I could almost hear it through the splintered frame. I pressed my back against the door, closing my eyes. My breaths came ragged and fast, my vision blurring just for a moment as adrenaline and panic washed over me. Slowly, I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, my knees drawn tight. I clenched my hands together, nails biting into the flesh of my palms. The silence of the room swallowed me. I could still feel every echo of footsteps—his. The tension in my chest felt like a fist, folding me into nothingness. I tried to think back, to steady myself, to put one emotion in focus: shock, anger, betrayal. But they tangled together like thorned vines. I glimpsed movement in the corner of my eye, and when I looked up, Kaia stood on the other side of the room. Her presence should have calmed me, she was small and fragile but not now. Her lips were pressed into

Evangeline's POVI couldn't help the moans that escaped my lips. He hadn’t been the cold tyrant I had braced myself for. Instead, Damien lay beside me and somehow, that was more disarming than anything else he could’ve done. His heat radiated into me. A reminder. A threat and a comfort I didn’t know anymore. My shirt lay discarded somewhere at the foot of the bed. My skin tingled from where he’d touched me. Where his palm had cupped my breasts hesitant but wanting. Where his mouth had brushed the base of my throat with terrifying gentleness.But suddenly he pulled away, disappoinment flashed across my face but I hid it and pulled the blanket up to my chest, suddenly too aware of every inch of my exposed skin. He didn't looked away. But there was something unreadable in his eyes like he was still trying to figure out if I was real. Or maybe trying not to believe if it was me at all. I swallowed, my voice catching in the tight place in my throat. “You didn’t finish what you starte