Todos los capítulos de Eve and the Devilish Alpha: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

SageI couldn’t hold back anymore.The sight of her beneath me, moonlight painting her skin silver, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every desperate breath, was too much. My control snapped like a frayed rope.I hooked my hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her completely to me. She gasped at the sudden stretch, eyes flying open, but I didn’t give her time to adjust.I pulled back and thrust in hard—one deep, punishing stroke that buried me to the hilt.The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly in the quiet room.She cried out, back arching off the bed, fingers clawing at my shoulders.I didn’t stop.I set a brutal rhythm—hard, fast, relentless—pounding into her with everything I had. Each thrust drove deeper, the head of my cock hitting that spot inside her that made her whole body jolt.The sounds were obscene: skin slapping skin, the slick drag of me moving in and out of her, her moans rising higher and louder with every slam of my hips.Her eyes wid

SageThe first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, turning the moonlight’s silver into a softer gray. My eyes opened slowly, body heavy but healed, the ache from last night a satisfying reminder rather than pain.Eve was curled against me, face tucked into my chest, one leg thrown over mine, breathing deep and even in sleep. Her hair spilled wild across the pillow and my arm, lips slightly parted, skin still flushed from everything we’d done.She looked peaceful. Utterly spent.And so fucking beautiful it hurt.I didn’t move for a long minute, just watched her, memorizing the way the early light caught on her lashes and the faint marks I’d left on her throat and shoulders. My marks. Proof she was mine.Carefully, I eased my arm from under her head, replacing it with a pillow so she wouldn’t stir. She murmured something soft and shifted but stayed asleep.I slipped from the bed, naked, and padded to the bathroom. Warm water, soft cloth. I cleaned myself first, then wet another cl

SageThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, Eve was there.She threw herself into my arms, wrapping tight around my neck like she’d been waiting for this exact second. I caught her instinctively, pulling her close, burying my face in her hair and breathing her in—lavender shampoo, a hint of her perfume, the warmth of her skin after a long day. My hands moved on their own, one sliding up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through soft strands, the other stroking slow, soothing circles down her back.We stayed like that for long minutes, just holding each other, her heartbeat thudding against mine.“Everything alright?” I asked softly, my voice muffled against her hair.She shook her head, a small, shaky movement, and sniffled.I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes were red-rimmed, lashes wet, but she was trying to smile.“What happened?” I asked, concern sharpening my tone. “Talk to me.”She gave a weak, watery smile and rubbed at her eyes with the back

SageHer words hit like a blade straight to the chest.Eve stood there in the kitchen, fever-flushed and defiant, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and said the one thing I’d been terrified of hearing since the moment I’d lied to her.The world tilted. My breath stopped. My face went cold, blood draining so fast I felt dizzy. My eyes widened, staring at her like she’d just driven a knife through me.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I closed it. Tried again. Still nothing.She watched me, her chest rising and falling fast, tears threatening but refusing to fall. Her voice shook when she spoke again, low and raw.“I can’t do this,” she whispered. “I can’t keep trusting you when you keep things from me. When you decide what I can and can’t know. When you promise me the world and then take it back.”Each word cut deeper than the last. I took a step toward her, hand reaching out instinctively.“Eve, please—”“No.” She stepped back, shaking her head, voice firm despite the tremor.

EveI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the phone in my lap like it was a venomous snake. The listening device I’d slipped onto Sage’s shirt during that kiss on the forehead had worked perfectly—too perfectly. Every word from that interrogation room had come through crystal clear, the voices tinny but unmistakable. Darrius’s mocking laugh. Alex’s hesitant confession. Sage’s fury and denial. And then the truth that had shattered everything.My hands shook as I clutched the phone tighter, the screen blurring through the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t wrap my head around the enormity of the betrayal. Sage had lied to me. From the very beginning, he’d looked me in the eyes and told me Darrius was the monster who had slaughtered my family—my parents, my brother—in cold blood. I’d believed him. I’d let that lie shape my grief, my anger, and my trust in him. And now? Now I knew Darrius had nothing to do with it. The real killer was Sage’s own father.Wh