All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Sins Don’t Sleep” "Have you still not found her? Damien’s voice cracked through the silence like a whip. It echoed off the glass walls of Draven’s penthouse low and controlled, but beneath it… something volatile etched. Draven didn’t look up right away. He stood by the tall window, half-turned, nursing a drink that had long since gone warm. His jaw flexed, a pulse ticking beneath his skin. He finally answered, voice dry. “No. I haven’t.” “Fuck!” Damien growled. The sound of it pulled something sharp in Draven’s chest. It wasn’t often his younger brother lost composure, not anymore. Not since Evangeline happened over the years. This was about Kaia now Damien’s boots thudded across the floor, heavy and impatient. “Evangeline is using every resource we have. She's talking to people in the Black Council, paying off seers, even reaching out to rogues. If she’s hiding, she’s doing a damn good job.” “She is,” Draven murmured. “She doesn’t want to be found.” Damien stopped beside hi

This chapter has been corrected. Evangeline woke to sunlight spilling across her skin, warm and bright, too insistent to ignore. She rolled over with a low groan, instinctively reaching for the heat she knew should be beside her. Her hand found only cool sheets. Her eyes opened fully then, the golden haze of sleep dissolving into the sharper edges of morning. The bed was empty. The faintest indent in the pillow was the only proof Damien had even been there. She sighed, half in resignation, half in disappointment. Of course he left. Damien never stayed in bed as long as she did. Even when they had nights like last night. Especially after nights like last night. Her mind, unhelpfully, replayed it, the way his hands had roamed her like he was mapping familiar territory with a hunger that hadn’t dulled in years. The way he’d taken her, slow at first, then hard enough to make her forget her own name, his eyes had burned into hers, unblinking, as if each thrust was a vow. Different po

Evangeline's POVI don’t even look up when Damien’s reply hits my screen.The words blaze against the black background, each one heavier than the last. Don’t let her leaveMy gaze shifts to Briar, Kaia, whatever name she’s wearing now.She hasn’t moved. Her posture is still unnervingly perfect, her chin tilted just enough to suggest composure without arrogance.“I’m sorry,” I say, breaking the silence, “I need you to stay for a while. There’s… something I have to discuss with you.”If she feels any unease, she hides it well. “Of course, ma’am. I have nowhere else I need to be at the moment.”That answer is too neat, too easy.Kaia had never been neat. She was all jagged edges and reckless bursts of energy.But then again, maybe that’s what makes this so terrifying.I step around my desk and lean against the edge, folding my arms. “Where did you say you’re from?”“From?” Her eyes narrow, just slightly. “New York, most recently. Before that, I travelled a lot.”“That’s vague.”She smiles

Damien's POV Darkness isn’t usually a problem for me but this wasn’t the kind of dark that came with nightfall.This was the kind that comes just before something bad happens, the kind that tastes like iron and smells like adrenaline.I didn’t need light to know both women were staring at me.Eva’s heartbeat was a staccato drum to my right.Briar’s was different controlled, but faster than she wanted it to be. Fear bleeding under her skin.I could work with fear. Fear made people honest.The first sound came from the far side of the hallway, a careful, deliberate crunch of a boot sole on debris.Not a random trespasser. Someone trained. Someone confident was coming.“Stay behind me,” I said again, my voice low but carrying the edge that made people obey.Eva didn’t argue. I felt her step back, her warmth retreating just enough to give me space.Briar didn’t move either.She was still at the wall, clutching that damned folder to her chest like it could shield her from whatever was com

Damien's POV The hallway was too quiet for a place where someone might be dying. Not silent, no, silence would’ve been merciful instead, there was that low, constant hum of fluorescent lights, the faint squeak of rubber soles far down the corridor, the murmur of voices that never carried enough for me to catch the words. Somewhere overhead, an intercom crackled to life and called for a nurse I didn’t know, then fizzled into static. But where I stood, right outside the double doors to the operating room it felt like the whole building was holding its breath. And me? I wasn’t good at waiting. Never had been. I could track a target for days without rest, sit in the shadows until my legs went numb, but that was different. Out there, I could move, react, control the outcome. Here, with Eva’s blood drying on my hands and nothing to do but stand here, I might as well have been locked in a cage. The clock above the nurse’s station ticked loud enough to feel personal. Every second was a r