Eve and the Devilish Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

EveI woke up slowly, head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. Everything felt heavy: my eyelids, my limbs, and the fog in my brain. For a split second, I thought I was dead. The crash, the cliff, the blinding headlights. It all rushed back in a wave, and I gasped, bolting upright, or trying to. Pain shot through my ribs, forcing me back against the pillows.Hospital. Antiseptic smell, beeping monitors, IV line tugging at my arm.And him… Sage was slumped in the chair beside the bed, head tipped forward, eyes closed in uneasy sleep. His hand was wrapped around mine, fingers interlaced like he’d been holding on for hours.I yanked my hand free.The sudden movement jolted him awake. He straightened instantly, eyes snapping open, gold flickering at the edges before settling back to dark brown.“Where am I?” I croaked, turning my face away. My throat felt raw.“Hospital,” he said, voice rough from sleep or anger; I couldn’t tell. “You nearly lost your life.”I scoffed weakly,

SageI stood in the hospital parking lot long after the taxi disappeared around the corner. The cold bit at my knuckles, but I didn’t feel it. All I felt was the echo of her voice cracking when she barked at me, tears streaming down her face.I’d finally pushed her too far.My phone buzzed in my pocket—pack business, probably—but I ignored it. I just stared at the empty road where the cab had gone, replaying the moment she’d yanked her hand out of mine in the hospital bed. The way she’d looked at me when she realized I was the reason she almost died last night.Disgust. Fear. Hate.All earned.I climbed into the Rover, slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame, and sat there with the engine off. The silence was loud.Alex was on my kill list, but even that felt distant right now. Because the truth—the one I’d never said out loud—was clawing its way up my throat.I didn’t just want to own her.I didn’t just want to win.I wanted her safe, happy and whole. Who am I even kidding?

EveI wanted to hear it. God help me, I did. Some stupid, reckless part of me needed to know why he kept showing up, why he couldn’t just leave me alone.But my body was betraying me in the worst way. The second he’d pulled me against him, my skin had lit up like fireworks. My heart was still racing, my stomach twisting in knots that had nothing to do with fear. And I wasn’t even in heat. This was just… him.I couldn’t stand here another second.“Don’t bother,” I said, shaking my head. I kept my back to him, refusing to turn around. “I don’t want to hear it anymore.”I started walking toward my car, steps quick and deliberate, the cold air burning my lungs.His hand caught mine from behind—warm, firm, stopping me dead.My eyes flew wide. I spun to face him, but the moment I met his gaze, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted low in my belly. I dropped my eyes to our joined hands instead, heat rushing to my cheeks.“Let me go,” I said, voice low and shaky, “or I’ll fucking scream.”He

SageI lowered myself slowly until my weight pressed her gently into the mattress, my forearms caging her head. Her breath hitched as our bodies aligned—chest to chest, hip to hip, the heat between us already unbearable. Her eyes, dark and wide, searched mine, lips parted on a soft exhale that brushed my mouth.I started with another kiss. Not the frantic one from downstairs. This was slow and deliberate. My lips grazed hers once, twice, teasing, until she lifted her chin, chasing more. Only then did I give it to her—deep, languid, tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that made her arch beneath me. She tasted like the diner’s spices and something sweeter, something that was only her.Her hands came up to my shoulders, fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me closer. I let her, shifting my weight to one arm so the other could trace down her side—slow, possessive strokes over her ribs, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her hip. She shivered, a soft whimper vibrating into my mou

EveHis mouth was still on mine, tasting of me and him and everything forbidden, when he shifted.One strong hand slid down my thigh, hooking under my knee with deliberate slowness. He lifted my leg, guiding it up until my calf rested against his shoulder, opening me completely to him. The stretch burned sweetly along my inner thigh, and I gasped into the kiss, feeling cool air rush against my soaked core.He pulled back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark and feral, breath ragged.“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasped, voice rough with restraint.I couldn’t answer. My heart was pounding too hard, my body already aching for more.He held my leg steady, his other hand guiding himself to my entrance—teasing, sliding the thick head through my wetness, coating himself, making me squirm.“Sage…” I whimpered, hips lifting, trying to take him in.He didn’t make me wait long.One slow, relentless push and he sank into me—deep, deeper than before, the new angle letting him h