All Chapters of The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Celeste:I was born into shadows.Not just shadows of the night, but shadows of people’s minds. My parents. My clan. The villagers. They saw me — me — as a stain. A curse. From the moment I drew my first breath, they whispered of misfortune, of ruin. They said a child like me would bring death. And in a way… they were right.At three, they took my eyes. Plucked them from my skull. Cold hands. Sharp instruments. And I… I felt nothing.Not sadness. Not fear. Not even pain.Just clarity.They told me it was to “save the world from me.” To prevent my greed, my dark heart, from spreading evil across the earth. A prophecy they murmured in frightened tones: She will devour what is good. She will bring fire where none should burn. She will curse the land itself.So they stole my eyes. And the prophecy whispered louder in the darkness.I hated them. I hated everyone. Everything. The world smelled wrong. It tasted of lies, of fear, of fragile life clinging desperately to meaningless morality.A

Maureen Laskovic:The soft rustle of fabric was the only sound for a heartbeat after the dressing-room curtain parted.Nyxara stepped through.“Oh my goodness…” The words slipped out of me before I could catch them. “You look beautiful, Nyxara.”She really did.Her dark skin caught the warm, diffused light in a way that made it look polished, almost luminous—like midnight stone kissed by starlight. The long dress clung and flowed at the same time, every subtle shift of her body sending tiny ripples across the deep charcoal fabric. A thin silver thread had been woven through the neckline and along the sleeves; it caught the glow and shimmered faintly with each breath she took.Gods…She was breathtaking.Nyxara offered a small, shy smile—the kind that began in the crinkles at the corners of her eyes before slowly blooming across her lips. “Thank you, Maureen.”Her voice came quieter than usual, almost hushed, as though the moment itself demanded reverence.I blinked hard, fighting the

Maureen Laskovic:The files were spread across the desk in front of me.Every page. Every name. Every plan.I stood there for a long moment, staring at the proof of betrayal written in Cassian’s own hand. Vuk was not in the Hall. And that meant this was mine to handle.Mine.I did not hesitate.“Summon him,” I ordered.The guards moved at once.When Cassian entered the Hall, he walked in like he always did — chin high, shoulders back, as if he still believed he had power here.I did not give him time to speak.“Kneel.”The word echoed.He stopped.His eyes narrowed at me, insult flashing across his face. For a moment, I thought he might refuse.Then he looked around.At the guards.At the council members watching.Slowly, stiffly, he dropped to his knees in the center of the Hall.“My lady…” he began carefully. “Have you summoned me to disgrace me?”I did not answer.The maid at my side stepped forward and placed a glove in my hand.I slid it on slowly.Deliberately.Then I descended

Maureen LaskovicI stood in the narrow, shadow-drenched passage like a ghost that had forgotten how to move on.My arms were locked across my chest so tightly that my fingers ached, nails biting into my own skin as if pain could keep me upright. I welcomed it. The sting was something real. Something solid. Unlike the hollow cavern yawning inside my ribs.Anger burned in me—slow, steady, controlled.But beneath it… beneath it was something far worse.Disappointment.It wasn’t loud. It didn’t scream.It was cold.It was the kind of ache that settled deep in your bones and whispered that something precious had cracked beyond repair.“My lady—”“No, Livia.” My voice cut through the corridor like shattered glass. Low. Controlled. Poisoned. “Not now.”She bowed immediately. No argument. No hesitation. Just retreat.And then I was alone.Alone with the silence.Alone with the relentless pounding of my heart.I didn’t move. I didn’t sit. I didn’t cry.I just waited.Hours crawled past, each o

Eryx:“How long would you be gone?” I asked, my voice barely stronger than a breath.“Baby, it's just for a while… okay? I have something to do,” Nyxara murmured, kissing me slow and deep, like she was trying to leave warmth behind in case I forgot how it felt.That was a week ago.Seven nights.And I still taste her when I close my eyes. I still feel the press of her mouth, the way her fingers curled lightly into my shirt like she almost didn’t want to let go. I replay it so often the memory has begun to blur at the edges, and that terrifies me more than her absence.“Are you okay?” Azrael asked, sliding the coffee toward me.The steam curled upward. I stared at it too long.“Uhm… yes. Just—”“Missing our wife?”I nodded.*Wife.*I still wasn’t used to that word. It felt sacred. Heavy. Like something I didn’t deserve but had been gifted anyway.And now she’s gone.“For a while,” she said.My body hasn’t been right since. Sleep won’t stay with me. I wake in the middle of the night rea