All Chapters of The Alpha Devil’s Dark Temptation : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nyxara I had lost a stupid bet to Eryx and Azrael the night before, and now, as the morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, I regretted every teasing word I'd thrown their way. The door creaked open, and there they were, both carrying bags that clinked with promise—or threat, depending on how you looked at it. Toys. They weren't joking about collecting on the wager. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of nerves and that undeniable spark of excitement igniting low in my belly.'What the...' I started, my voice trailing off as I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around my waist. I was already naked from the night before, my skin still flushed from dreams I couldn't quite remember but felt in every tingling inch of me.'It's okay,' Eryx rumbled, his rough voice like gravel scraping over silk, sending an involuntary shiver racing down my spine. He dropped the bag on the floor with a thud, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that dominant intensity that always made my knees

Maureen Laskovic:I let the phone slip from my fingers onto the nightstand with a soft clack and released a long, shaky breath. I actually pulled it off. Nyxara said yes. Movie night. Just the two of us. My pulse was still thrumming too fast, half triumph, half nerves.I padded barefoot across the cool hardwood to the walk-in closet and flicked on the light. The sudden brightness made me blink. Rows of silk, satin, sequins, and couture stared back at me like expectant courtiers. Too much. Far too much. My eyes skimmed past the evening gowns and cocktail dresses until they landed on the denim section—safe, familiar territory.I pulled out my favorite high-waisted black jeans, soft from years of wear, and a simple off-shoulder cream sweater that always felt like a hug. Comfort over everything tonight. I wanted to feel like *me*, not like the polished wife of Vuk Laskovic for once. I tossed the outfit onto the foot of the bed and headed downstairs..The kitchen smelled of fresh basil a

MaureenI should have known the night was doomed to spiral the moment the theater lights dropped to black.The screen flickered awake. That signature low, creeping violin slithered through the speakers—the universal audio warning that something awful was coming. My stomach twisted before the first jump scare even landed.Nyxara leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “Why is it already so dark? Did we miss the opening credits?”“It’s a horror movie,” I whispered back, already questioning every decision that led me here. “They don’t waste time on pleasantries.”Ten minutes later, I was gripping my popcorn bucket like a lifeline. Twenty minutes in, Nyxara’s fingers dug into my forearm hard enough to leave crescent marks. By the half-hour mark, we were both trembling like leaves in a storm.Then the possessed woman started crawling across the ceiling—limbs bending wrong, eyes glowing, head twisting like an owl’s.Nyxara let out a sharp, involuntary yelp.I screamed louder—full-throat

Eryx:“How long would you be gone?" I asked, my voice barely stronger than 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 reachin

Maureen Laskovic:“My lady… I will be serving you today.”The cool, measured voice made me pause mid-stroke. I lifted my gaze to the vanity mirror, and her reflection appeared behind mine.Celeste.Her posture was perfect, hands folded neatly in front of her apron, chin slightly lowered. Too composed for this early in the morning.“Celeste?” I turned slightly on my stool. “What happened to Livia?”“She’s… unwell, my lady. It came on quite suddenly.” Her tone remained even, but there was the faintest hesitation before she continued. “I volunteered to take over her duties today. I hope that does not offend you.”I studied her through the mirror for a moment longer than necessary. Livia had never missed a day. Not once.“There’s no need for you to serve me personally,” I said at last, returning my attention to the small pot of powder in my hand. “You may fetch another maid. Or return to your quarters. I won’t have you overworking yourself.”“As you wish…” she murmured.Silence stretched