บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha Kings And Their Stripper Mate: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

They settled onto the sofa together, still holding hands like letting go might break the spell. Maya pulled out a tissue and began wiping at her ruined mascara while Eve tried to compose herself enough to speak coherently."Tell me everything," Maya demanded, her voice still rough from crying but gaining strength. "And I mean everything, Eve. Where have you been? What's been happening? Are the Blackwood brothers treating you right? Because I swear to God, if they've hurt you....""They haven't hurt me," Eve said quickly, squeezing Maya's hand. "I promise. They've been... they've been good to me. Better than good.""Then why did you disappear without a word?" Maya asked, hurt bleeding through her voice again. "Four months, Eve. Four months of not knowing if you were alive or dead or...." She broke off, unable to finish.Eve took a shaky breath, trying to figure out how to explain without revealing too much. How did you tell your human best friend that you'd discovered you were a succub

They held each other for a moment, both grateful for this reconnection, both aware that things had changed but hoping their friendship could weather it.When they pulled apart, Maya looked at Eve seriously. "I really am glad you're okay Eve. I am really glad that you are happy. You deserve this, Eve. After everything yoo've been therough, you deserve to be loved and protected and worshipped by three gorgeous men.""Thank you," Eve whispered, emotion clogging her throat again. "For not giving up on me. For coming here. For still being my friend even after I ghosted you for four months. It means a lot to me""Always," Maya promised. "You're stuck with me, honey. No matter what happens with the brothers or the contract or whatever mysterious life you're living now....I'm not going anywhere."The door opened again, and this time both women turned to see who entered.Damon stood in the doorway, and the effect on Maya was immediate and devastating.She stopped breathing entirely, her entire

Eve was about to stand, assuming the meeting was over, when Damon's voice stopped her."There's one more thing we should probably mention," he said, and something in his tone made Eve's eyes narrow suspiciously."What thing?"Damon looked at Damian, who suddenly seemed very interested in something on his desk."I'm listening," Eve said slowly. "What thing?"Damian cleared his throat. "It's about your uncle."Eve's suspicion deepened. "What about him?""Well," Damian started, then paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. "You know how incubi need to feed regularly. How they require sexual energy to maintain their strength and power.""Yes..." Eve drew out the word, not sure where this was going."And you know how your uncle used a significant amount of power traveling here, stabilizing you after the assassination attempt, and training with you yesterday," Silas added."Yes, I know all this," Eve said impatiently. "What's your point?""Our point," Damon said, a grin starting to for

Maya had decided that the Blackwood estate was either the most beautiful place she'd ever been or the most intimidating. Possibly both simultaneously.She'd woken up that morning in a guest bedroom that was larger than her entire apartment, in a bed so comfortable she'd genuinely considered never leaving it. The sheets were some kind of thread count that probably had its own zip code. The bathroom had a rainfall shower with approximately forty-seven settings, most of which she hadn't been able to identify. There was a heated towel rack.A heated towel rack.Maya came from a world of lukewarm radiators and bath towels that had been washed so many times they were essentially decorative. The heated towel rack alone had nearly reduced her to tears.After showering and getting dressed in her usual jeans and leather jacket....feeling slightly underdressed for a mansion but refusing to apologize for it....she'd found breakfast waiting in the small dining room adjacent to the guest wing. Fres

Maya went entirely, peacefully limp.The corridor was silent.Lora stood frozen against the wall, her hand over her mouth.Raphael looked at the unconscious human woman in Damian's arms with an expression that mingled genuine concern with helpless amusement in roughly equal proportions.Damian looked at Raphael.Raphael looked at Damian."That," Raphael said carefully, "was probably our fault.""Probably?" Damian repeated flatly."Almost certainly," Raphael amended.Damian looked down at Maya, who appeared entirely comfortable in unconsciousness...her face relaxed, her breathing steady, looking like someone who had simply decided that a nap was the correct response to current circumstances."She was fine," Damian said, his voice carrying the particular quality of a man replaying events and identifying the exact moment things went wrong. "She was fine when it was just me. She held a conversation. She mentioned the towel rack.""The towel rack," Raphael repeated."Don't," Damian said."