All Chapters of Eve and the Devilish Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Will you come back?

SageI drove back like a madman, the car’s engine roaring louder than my thoughts. The roads blurred past. Red lights I barely stopped for. Horns I ignored. My heart hammered against my ribs the entire way, a frantic, uneven rhythm that matched the panic clawing up my throat.Eve.Her name kept echoing in my head, louder with every mile. I needed to see her. I needed to explain. I needed to beg if that’s what it took. The bug on my shirt, the one she’d planted during that gentle forehead kiss, had betrayed me completely. She’d heard it all. The lie. The truth about my father. The way I’d chosen to protect him over giving her answers.I pulled into the driveway too fast, tires screeching. The house looked too quiet, too still. I killed the engine and ran up the steps, keys fumbling in my hand.“Eve!”The door flew open. The foyer was empty. No sound. No footsteps. No her.“Eve!”I took the stairs two at a time, heart in my mouth. Her bedroom door was ajar. I shoved it open, breath ragg

Nothing without you

EveThe house felt too big and too empty, even with Mia in it. I sat at the kitchen table, the same one where Sage and I had shared so many quiet dinners, staring at the bowl of soup Mia had practically forced into my hands. Steam rose in lazy curls, but the smell did nothing for my stomach. It twisted instead, a knot of nausea and grief that refused to loosen.“Come on, Eve,” Mia said softly, sitting across from me with her own untouched cup of tea. “Just a few bites. You need something in you. Your fever’s still high, and you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”I picked up the spoon, the metal cool against my fingers. I forced one bite, then another. The soup tasted like nothing. I swallowed anyway, because Mia’s worried eyes were on me, and I didn’t have the energy to fight her.“See? Not so bad,” she said, trying for a smile. “Everything’s going to be fine, okay? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”I managed a weak nod, setting the spoon down. My throat felt tight, not from the soup bu

I still love him

Eve The rain kept falling, steady and heavy, drumming against the windows like it was trying to drown out everything inside me. I told myself I didn’t care if Sage was still out there. I told myself he deserved to be soaked, to feel even a fraction of the cold that had settled in my chest since I’d shut the door on him.But deep down… I did care. Just a little. Just enough to make my stomach twist every time the wind rattled the panes.I sat on the couch, knees pulled up, blanket wrapped tight around me, staring at the TV without really seeing it. The characters on screen were arguing—loud voices, dramatic gestures—but none of it reached me. My mind kept drifting back to the porch, to the way his voice had cracked when he begged, to the rain mixing with his tears.I wanted to know if he was still there.There was no way he could still be outside. Not in this downpour. Right?I started to stand, legs shaky from the fever and exhaustion, intending to creep to the door and peek through

Beg me not to

EveThe rain hadn’t stopped, but the cold that had settled in my bones started to thaw the moment I opened the door and saw him still there kneeling on the porch, soaked through, shivering, eyes red and desperate.I stepped forward without thinking, arms opening. Sage rose on unsteady legs and crashed into me, hugging me so tight it hurt in the best way. His wet clothes pressed against mine, cold and clinging, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, breathing him in—rain, whiskey, and the familiar scent that was just Sage.“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my hair, voice thick with tears. “I’m so sorry, Eve. I’m so sorry.”His shoulders shook. I felt the hot tears on my neck, mixing with the rain that dripped from his hair. I held him tighter, fingers threading through the wet strands at his nape, rocking us slightly like we could somehow hold the broken pieces together.After a long moment, I gently pulled back just enough to look at his

Please don’t stop

SageEve’s smirk was pure sin, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She bent forward, ass lifting high behind her, small waist curving in that perfect, devastating arch. The joggers still hung low on my hips, cock hard and heavy, jutting free.She didn’t hesitate.Her lips closed around me in one smooth, wet glide.“Fuck,” I muttered, voice rough and low, hands instantly fisting the sheets so hard my knuckles bleached white. My hips jerked up on instinct, chasing the heat of her mouth.She took me deeper, slow at first, then all the way down until her nose brushed my pelvis. Her throat flexed around the head of my cock, tight and hot, and I hissed through clenched teeth, head falling back against the headboard.She worked me like she wanted to ruin me.Tongue flat and pressing along the underside, swirling around the ridge, then flicking the slit with sharp little licks that made my thighs shake. She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm, lips sealed tight

Filthy!

EveFifteen minutes later, and the bite still throbbed.Sharp, insistent, like a second heartbeat just under my skin. I touched the mark again, fingers trembling, feeling the small puncture wounds still wet with blood. The pain had dulled to a deep, pulsing ache, but every time my pulse rushed past it, heat flared through me—hot, needy, undeniable.Sage watched me from above, eyes dark and glowing faintly red in the low lamplight, chest rising and falling hard. He hadn’t pulled out yet. He was still buried inside me, thick and heavy, hips pressed flush against mine like he was afraid to let even an inch of space come between us.I could feel him twitch when I clenched around him, involuntary, needy.“You marked me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from moaning, from crying his name.He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You asked for no mercy.”I stared at him, heart pounding so hard I felt it in my throat.“I did.”His hand came up slowly, almost afraid, thumb brushing over the fresh

A step away.

SageSunlight sliced through the curtains like a blade, hitting my face and dragging me awake. I groaned softly, squeezing my eyes tighter against the brightness. My body felt heavy, pleasantly sore from the night before, every muscle reminding me of her—of us.I reached out blindly, my hand sliding across the sheets in search of her warmth, her soft curves, and the steady rise and fall of her breathing against me. Nothing.My fingers kept moving, sweeping wider, expecting to find her curled against my side like always. But it was empty and cold.My heart lurched.I gasped, eyes snapping open.The bed beside me was smooth, untouched. No indent. No warmth. No Eve.“Eve!”Her name ripped out of me, loud and raw, bouncing off the walls.“I’m here,” came her quiet voice.I whipped my head around.She sat at the small table across the room, back to the window, facing a stack of paperwork. The morning light framed her like a halo, but her expression was shadowed, distant. She looked tired.

Touch her and die

SageI drove straight to my father’s estate, tires screeching into the long driveway as if the car itself could feel the rage boiling in my veins. The gates opened automatically—always open for me, the perfect son—and I didn’t slow down until I skidded to a stop outside the main house.I didn’t knock.I burst through the front door, boots pounding across marble floors, straight to his study. The double doors were half-open; I shoved them wide.He was already waiting.Sitting behind his massive oak desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, he looked up with a calm, almost amused smile.“Hey, son,” he said, voice smooth. “I’ve been waiting for you.”The casual greeting snapped something inside me.I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the collar of his crisp shirt, and yanked him up from the chair.“How could you?” I snarled, my voice low and shaking with fury. “You thought I wouldn’t know?”He laughed and shoved me back with one casual push.The force sent me flying. My back slamme

In a Safe

SageThe bar smelled like old smoke and spilled dreams, the kind of place where secrets go to die slow.Alex leaned in, voice dropping so low it barely cleared the space between us. “The thing is, Darrius told me someone else was there that night. Someone who saw the whole thing when your… when your father sent that man to kill Eve’s parents.”He stopped, sighing softly, like the words themselves hurt coming out. “They recorded it. Everything. Every moment. Every word.”My throat closed. I swallowed anyway, the whiskey tasting like ash now. My eyes kept jumping—bar lights, bottle labels, Alex’s knuckles white around his drink—anywhere but his face.“Did he tell you who?” The question scraped out rougher than I meant.Alex nodded once. “Yeah. A woman. Name’s Clarrisa.”The name hit like a fist to the sternum.My head snapped toward him so fast the room blurred at the edges.“Did you just say Clarrisa?”He blinked, caught off guard by the heat in my voice.“Yeah. Do you know her?”I cou

Ideal Type

EveThe room felt too big and too small at the same time, like the walls were breathing in on me, pressing against my ribs, but the bed was swallowing me whole. I’d curled into the smallest ball I could manage, knees to chest, arms wrapped tight around myself like that might hold the pieces together. My face was sticky with dried tears, my eyes swollen and raw, the kind of tired that seeps into your bones and makes even blinking hurt. I’d cried until there was nothing left to give, until the sobs turned quiet and ugly, until I was just… empty.Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I didn’t move. Didn’t care who it was.The door creaked open anyway.“Eve?”Mia’s voice. Her voice was gentle, like she was afraid it might shatter me more.I shut my eyes tighter, letting out a long, shaky sigh that rattled in my chest.Footsteps padded closer. The mattress dipped beside me.“Hey,” she whispered, so close I could feel the warmth of her.I opened my eyes then, slow, like it took everything

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