All Chapters of Eve and the Devilish Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SageEve spun around so fast her hair brushed across my arm, and she shoved at my chest as if I’d burned her. “Pervert,” she snapped. “I should have known that’s why you suggested going to a club. I shouldn’t have agreed to this meet-up in the first place. I’m leaving. We haven’t done anything reasonable all day. Thanks for wasting my time.”She turned, but before she could storm off, my hand closed around her wrist. I hadn’t realized how delicate she was until her bones shifted under my grip, and I instantly loosened hold, letting my fingers cradle her lightly.I pulled her back, making her pivot. Her body collided against my chest, her free hand landing flat over my heart. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes widening as she tilted her face up to mine. “I never asked you to leave, young lady,” I said, my voice dropping lower than I intended.“Then… when are we leaving?” she shot back, taking a step away from me. “Don’t tell me we’re staying here all night without making use of it. You

EveHe rose up on his knees to drag his shirt over his head, and I forgot how to breathe.Moonlight carved silver across the hard planes of his chest, the deep V of muscle disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Then he unbuckled his belt with a slow, deliberate clink, shoved everything down, and stepped free.My heart slammed against my ribs.His cock jutted up thick and angry-red, flushed darker at the swollen head, veins standing in stark relief along the shaft. It was… obscene. Long enough to make my stomach flip, thick enough that I instinctively pressed my thighs together. I had never seen anything like it. Not in real life. It looked like it belonged to something feral, something built to ruin.“Sage…” My voice cracked. “That’s… it’s too big. It’ll hurt.”He knelt between my legs again, the mattress dipping under his weight, and cupped my cheek with one big hand. “Breathe, baby. I’ll go slow. I swear on my life I’ll make it good.”His thumb stroked my lower lip unti

SageThe knot held us locked together, pulsing in slow, heavy waves that dragged aftershocks from both of us. Every few seconds her walls fluttered around the swell, milking another weak spurt from me until my vision blurred at the edges. I was spent, utterly wrecked, but the rut still thrummed low in my blood, content for the moment to simply keep us joined.Eve’s breath came in shallow, trembling pants against my throat. Her body was limp beneath mine, wrists still bound above her head, skin slick with sweat and slick with us. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, frantic as a bird’s, and something fiercely protective rose up to drown the last of the rut’s aggression.I pressed my lips to the damp hair at her temple. “I’ve got you,” I murmured, again, softer this time. “Just breathe with me, baby.”She made a small, broken sound, half-laugh, half-sob, and turned her face into my neck.I felt the wet slide of tears against my skin and shifted carefully, rolling us onto

EveI stepped out of the bathroom, the steam still clinging to my skin like a reluctant goodbye. The hot shower had washed away the sweat and the scent of last night, or at least most of it, but it couldn’t touch the ache settled deep in my chest. I smelled like lavender and vanilla now, clean and fresh, my hair twisted up in a towel turban while another white one hugged my body. It felt like armor, thin and temporary.I padded over to the vanity and sank into the chair, facing the mirror. My reflection stared back, eyes a little too wide, skin flushed from the heat. I reached for my skincare routine on autopilot, going through the motions like if I did them perfectly, everything else would fall into place. But as I smoothed the cream over my cheeks, a heavy sigh escaped me. God, I regretted it. All of it. If I could turn back time, I’d stop that night before it even started. Before answering the calls, before the food and drinks, before the dance, before the emotions turned into som

EveThat evening, an email notification slid quietly onto my screen while I was still seated at the dining table. I didn’t even need to open it to know what it was about. Still, I did. The lawyer was reminding me of the meeting scheduled for tonight, a formal sit-down with my soon-to-be husband, the contractual one, the stranger I had agreed to bind myself to on paper. The tone was polite, professional, and painfully official, and it made my chest tighten all over again.After dinner, I got dressed without much thought, hugged Mia when she came to see me off, and brushed off her offer to come along with a light laugh. She didn’t look convinced, but I insisted I would be fine.“You sure you don’t want me to come?” she asked at the door, arms already open for a hug. “Moral support. Or at least someone to glare at the lawyer if he gets condescending.”I laughed, but it came out thin. “I’ll be fine. It’s just signing papers. Boring stuff.”She squeezed me tight anyway. “Text me when you’r