บททั้งหมดของ Eve and the Devilish Alpha: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

SagePain exploded through my side as I hit the ground, the impact jarring every bone. I groaned and forced my eyes open, vision swimming for a second before focusing on the figure looming over me.It was none other than Darrius.Hood shadowing most of his face, but that smirk was unmistakable—cold, amused, victorious. His right hand was wrapped in spiked knuckles, glinting with my blood.That was what he’d used. One brutal punch to my ribs, tearing skin and muscle.I pressed a hand to the wound, warm blood seeping between my fingers. It hurt like hell, but I’d had worse. I could still fight.The phone lay a few feet away, screen lit, Eve’s voice frantic and tinny through the speaker.“Sage! Sage! Are you there? Talk to me!!”I’d rushed out the second his message came in. No hesitation. The location he’d sent was three hours away—deep in abandoned warehouse territory. He’d warned me to come alone. I hadn’t even glanced at my phone since. Hadn’t seen her text.Darrius crouched smoothly

EveThe board members filed out slowly, casting worried glances back at me, but I barely registered them. My hand was clamped around the phone, knuckles white, the last sound from Sage—a groan and a thud—looping in my head like a nightmare on repeat.Mia hovered close, unusually quiet, her earlier coldness replaced with something that looked almost like concern. Ironic, really. The one person who’d made it clear she couldn’t stand Sage was now the only one left in the room with me while I fell apart over him.“Has he picked?” she asked softly, glancing at my phone.I shook my head, tears blurring the screen. My eyes stung, and my throat was raw from holding everything in.“Hey, it’s okay,” Mia whispered, stepping forward and pulling me into a hug I hadn’t expected. Her arms were gentle, one hand patting my back in slow circles. For the first time since our fight, she wasn’t distant. She was here.I let myself lean into it for a second, then pulled away, wiping my face roughly.“Maybe

SageI drew a slow breath, the words heavy on my tongue. Eve’s eyes were fixed on me, wide and trusting, waiting for whatever bomb I was about to drop.Before I could force it out, the door swung open.Alex strode in, still in the same clothes from last night, looking like he hadn’t slept either. His gaze swept over me, assessing, then softened when it landed on Eve.“How’s the alpha doing?” he asked, voice lighter than I knew he felt.“I’m fine,” I said, the words automatic. My side still ached, but the worst of the healing had already knit muscle and skin.Alex nodded, then turned to Eve with a small smile. “You holding up okay?”She managed a tired nod. “Better now that he’s awake.”Just then, her phone buzzed loudly on the side table. She glanced at the screen and winced.“It’s the office. I have to take this.” She stood, brushing a quick kiss across my forehead. “I’ll be right back. Alex, keep an eye on him for me?”“You got it,” Alex said.The door clicked shut behind her.Silen

EveThe front door clicked shut behind us, the sound soft but final, sealing the quiet house around us. Sage had been discharged that morning, moving with careful deliberation, but the relief of being home again hummed between us like electricity. The drive had been wordless, his hand resting warm on my thigh the entire way, thumb drawing slow, absent circles that kept my pulse unsteady.The moment we stepped into the shadowed foyer, he turned to me.No hesitation.His hands found my waist and pulled me flush against him, and his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole my breath. It was sudden, deep, and laced with days of pent-up longing. My back met the wall gently as he pressed closer, lips warm and demanding, tasting faintly of mint and something uniquely him.Surprise melted into fire. I parted my lips, meeting him fully, hands fisting in his shirt to drag him nearer. A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating through me. His fingers tightened on my hips, and then we were movi

SageThe moonlight poured over her like liquid silver, turning every curve of her body into something almost unreal. She lay beneath me, completely bare, skin flushed and glowing, eyes dark with want and trust. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.My hands moved slowly, deliberately, mapping her one more time—down the delicate line of her throat, over the swell of her breasts, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every touch drew a soft gasp or shiver from her, and I drank it in, letting it fuel the fire already burning low in my gut.I leaned down, mouth following the path my hands had taken. Lips brushed her collarbone, then lower, closing over one nipple, tongue swirling slow and firm until she arched beneath me with a quiet moan. My hand cupped the other breast, thumb teasing in rhythm, pinching lightly just to hear that sharp intake of breath.Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging gently, urging me on.I moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, li