All Chapters of Eve and the Devilish Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SageThe morning light spilled through the tall windows like warm honey, painting long golden stripes across the hardwood floors. I drifted downstairs on silent feet, Sage’s oversized shirt swallowing me whole, the soft fabric brushing my thighs with every step. The house felt too still, too empty without his steady, grounding presence, but the faint clink of utensils and a low, familiar hum drew me straight to the kitchen.Ellen stood at the stove, back to me, swaying gently as she cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced flicks of her wrist. The air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and melting butter, and something else—warm bread, maybe, or the promise of bacon. My gaze snagged on the counter almost immediately: one lone mug, black coffee cooling inside, barely half gone. No smudge of lipstick. No question whose it was.“Did he drink this?” I asked, voice softer than I meant it to be.Ellen whirled around so fast the whisk in her hand sent a fleck of egg flying. Her free han

Eve“What are you doing here?” Mia asked, her voice low but edged with something sharp as she stepped closer, coat slipping off her shoulders.I shifted back instinctively, my spine bumping the edge of the counter. The flask felt suddenly heavier in my hands, like evidence I couldn’t hide. “I… I—”“I mean, you never visit,” she went on, eyes narrowing. “Never, Eve. Ever.” The words rose, cracking the quiet of the kitchen. “Hey, stop screaming,” I murmured, more plea than command.“Oh, now I’m screaming?” She laughed, but it was brittle, hurt. “No calls, no messages, no nothing, Eve. The second you married that fake-ass devil of an alpha, you just… vanished. Forgot about me. Your best friend. Your only friend.”The words landed like slaps, each one stinging because they were true. I sighed, deep and shaky, feeling the fight drain out of me. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I know I’ve been a terrible friend. I swear I didn’t mean to. Things have just been… tight. But I’m here now. I promi

SageI let myself into the house, the heavy door clicking shut behind me. The foyer was dim and silent—no lights on, no clatter from the kitchen, and no trace of Eve’s scent in the air. Just an empty space.Where is she?The day had left me gritty and tired. I had sweat dried on my skin, with my shirt sticking to my back from hours of meetings and patrol runs. All I wanted was a shower. I dropped my keys on the console, already tugging at my tie as I started up the stairs.Then came the knock—three crisp, deliberate raps.I paused, exhaled through my nose, and went back down to open the door.A woman stood there: polished designer coat, perfect hair, and a smile dialled to charming. “Hi,” she said brightly. “I’m Margo. Eve’s cousin. She must have told you about me. Anyway, she told me I could drop by anytime for a family visit. Is she around?”Eve had never mentioned a cousin named Margo. Not once. I haven’t even seen her before.“She’s not home yet,” I said, voice flat. “You can come

SageI pushed through the front door, shoulders aching, eyes burning from too many hours staring at reports and maps. The office had been a battlefield today, with endless calls and territory disputes heating up, and all I wanted was quiet, a drink, maybe with Eve if she was home.The door wasn’t locked.I paused on the threshold, hand still on the knob. Unusual. Ellen always locked up when she left, and Eve was meticulous about security. A flicker of alertness cut through the exhaustion. Was Eve back early?I stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind me, and froze.Someone was on the couch.The TV glowed low, casting blue light across the room. A figure sat relaxed. There was a bowl of popcorn on their lap and a remote in hand, like they owned the place.My claws extended on instinct, a low growl rumbling deep in my chest. Heart rate spiked. Alpha instincts surged—protect territory, eliminate threat.“Who the hell are you?” I snarled, voice low and lethal, already coiled to

EveI stood frozen in the doorway, rain still dripping from my coat onto the mat, the cold seeping into my bones. But it wasn’t the weather chilling me.It was him.Sage, standing in the sitting room archway, shirt stretched across his chest, hair damp like he’d recently showered. And in his arms—Margo. Limp, head nestled against his shoulder, arms loose around his neck like she belonged there. Like some damsel he’d just rescued.My stomach twisted so hard I almost doubled over.“You’re late,” he said, voice calm, breaking the thick silence.Late? That’s what he had to say?I stared at them—at her—my mind racing. What was Margo even doing here this late? How long had they been alone? Why was he carrying her like that, like it was the most natural thing in the world?Exhaustion crashed over me, heavy and suffocating. Work had already drained me dry, and now this. I didn’t have the energy to fight, to ask, to care.I sighed softly, the sound barely audible over the rain still pounding o