Semua Bab Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Evangeline's POV The guards’ announcement echoed down the corridor like a death knell.“ The Alpha has asked to escort you safely back.” My heart stopped. Forgive me, I thought. Forgive me for wanting to leave, I had planned to say to him but then.. Trembling, I released Kaia’s hand and turned toward the guards. Every step felt weighted by relief, confusion and fear. I managed a nod. “Thank you,” my voice cracked slightly, though I wasn’t sure to whom it was addressed. At the same moment, Kaia stepped past me, her eyes dark with suspicion or perhaps relief. We didn’t acknowledge each other; not yet. We walked as a trio: the guards before us, Kaia behind, and me… trying to hold onto my decision. Outside, the fortress gates loomed heavily, this was the first time I was stepping out and it surely is one magnificent place. I paused on the threshold, inhaling the crisp air. I half-expected Damien to step forward, to extend a hand, to tell me everything from the mating bond to

Evangeline's POV My heart lurched as the message blinked on my phone: Welcome…and welcome your dead Noah. From an unknown number. The world tipped. My legs buckled; fear and disbelief tangled in my chest. I dropped to my knees, staring at the screen as if it might change its words. But it didn’t. Panic roared through my veins. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline propelling me immediately. The air hit my face cold and hard. I barely registered Kaia’s frantic voice calling my name behind me. My feet pounded down the road, echoing like a frantic plea. “Evangeline!” I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Every moment delayed was a moment closer to losing him forever. I flagged down a cab one of the red-and-yellow city taxis and flung my phone at the driver. “120 Maple Street. Hurry,” I demanded, voice trembling. The driver glanced at me curiously but didn’t question. The engine roared to life, and the taxi darted into traffic. I stared out the window as streets blurred past. Trees

Evangeline's POV Before the man could make further statements, another car swerved to a stop right and a huge familiar male got out and almost immediately, the strange man rushed towards his own car and drove off. Edward? I recognized him as he walked closer towards me and stopped then smiled. "Please get in." He ushered towards the car he came with and I nodded with no argument and slid in together with Kaia and in moments, he got in as well and sped off on the road. In few minutes, we arrived in what seemed like a penthouse and he led us in without a word until we were finally inside. I sat heavily in the nearest chair, the soft hum of silence around me feeling heavier than brick. Edward placed a glass of ice water on the small side table without speaking, his movements deliberate, calm. Kaia hovered beside me, her presence a quiet affirmation that I hadn’t completely fallen apart. Edward cleared his throat, setting his expression into that professional neutrality I had s

Damien's POV I paced the length of my chambers like a caged wolf, the plush rug beneath my bare feet offering no comfort. Night weighed heavily on the fortress, its silence oppressive, but even that was no match for the howl inside me. The beast roared for its mate. Evangeline. I had given her the freedom to leave, to walk away, and she did it. Simple as that. She left, the way you release air from a clenched fist, swift, cold. My promise hung between us: “If you want to leave, go.” I should have expected it, emotion has always been my weakness. Yet still, emptiness clenches my chest. My mind replayed the last hours: her soft skin under my lips, the soft curve of her waist, the urgent, desperate softness of her breasts. The thought burned behind my eyes, weakening my resolve, unraveling me with desire and torment. I couldn’t have her. Until she willed it. That was the rule. But god, how I wanted her anyway. How I ached for the electricity when our bodies pressed together. The

Evangeline's POVThe silence between Kaia and me had turned gentle. Companionable. There was something sacred about it, the kind of stillness that felt earned after spilling quiet wounds between two women who had barely known each other a week, yet shared scars that was in the same language.But I knew something was definitely off.Kaia’s breath had changed. Slower. Heavier. Like she was preparing herself for something. The kind of pause that comes before you let go of something you’ve buried too long.She sat up straighter, her fingers tightening slightly over the fabric of her dress.I didn’t speak. I just waited. I felt the tension weaving itself back into the room like a net. Like the quiet before a landslide.“I wasn’t completely honest with you earlier,” she said finally.My spine stiffened, but I didn’t interrupt. Her voice had taken on a strange calm like a still lake that might hide something dangerous underneath.“I didn’t mean to lie,” Kaia added, her eyes fixed on the fire