Eve and the Devilish Alpha
Without warning, his boot slammed into the same bleeding wound on my side.
Pain exploded white-hot. I groaned, neck arching back, air forced from my lungs in a ragged gasp.
“After I kill you,” he said casually, wiping my blood from his knuckles, “I’ll come for Eve. That’s her name, right? I’ll come for Eve next.”
He turned away, my phone still clutched in his hand, Eve’s frantic voice faint but audible.
Rage surged through the haze—pure, animal.
My hand shot out, fingers locking around his ankle like iron.
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