All Chapters of Eve and the Devilish Alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

SageThe rain had eased into a fine mist by the time I reached my car parked two blocks from the bar. I didn’t bother drying off. I just slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and peeled out onto the slick streets. The downtown branch was only a ten-minute drive if I pushed it. I pushed it.The city blurred past in streaks of red taillights and sodium yellow. My hands gripped the wheel hard enough to make the leather creak. Every red light felt like a personal insult. I drummed my fingers on the dash, wolf senses already sharpening, nostrils flaring even inside the car. I could smell the wet asphalt, the exhaust, and the faint copper of blood somewhere far off. And underneath it all, the ghost of Clarrisa’s perfume—something sharp and floral, like lilies left too long in a vase.I parked crooked in the alley behind the bank, killed the engine, and stepped out. The back entrance looked exactly as Alex described: a plain metal door, a keypad, and a red camera blinking like an unblin

SageThe truth came out like a storm that had been building for years—slow at first, then all at once, tearing everything down.No one mourned my father. Not a single tear. The pack whispered about it in corners; the elders nodded like it was justice long overdue. He’d killed innocents. He’d nearly killed his own son. The world didn’t need to pretend he was worth grieving. Even his step-wife—my stepmother—vanished the next day. Packed a single bag and disappeared into the night, too ashamed to show her face after the news spread. I didn’t blame her. Some stains don’t wash off.Clarissa's confession came later, in a cold interrogation room with one-way glass and the smell of stale coffee. Eve and I sat on one side of the table. Clarissa on the other. Handcuffed. Broken.She cried the whole time—big, ugly sobs that shook her shoulders—but the words kept coming, like poison she couldn’t hold in anymore.She told us everything.That night wasn’t random. She’d been following Eve’s parents

EveWe drank in companionable quiet for a while longer, the coffee growing cold between us, the café slowly emptying as the afternoon bled into early evening. Eventually, I set my cup down and pushed my chair back. “Goodnight, Sage,” I said, offering him a small, careful smile before turning toward the door.I’d only taken two steps when his hand closed gently but firmly around my arm.My eyes widened as I turned back to him. The touch was warm and familiar, and it sent a quiet jolt through me—something I hadn’t felt in a year.“Your number hasn’t been going through,” he said, voice low and steady.I swallowed. He’d been trying to reach me? The thought landed somewhere soft and unguarded in my chest. But why? “I changed it,” I answered, keeping my tone light, almost indifferent.“Why?”I lifted one shoulder, trying to shrug it off. “Life. New beginnings. You know how it is.”He studied me for a beat, then slowly released my arm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, hol

SageThe crowd parted just enough for me to see Eve running toward me, hair loose and wild, coat flapping behind her, eyes wide and searching. She dodged a suitcase cart, nearly tripped over a child’s backpack, but didn’t slow down.My heart slammed against my ribs.She stopped a few feet away, breathless, chest rising and falling fast. The terminal noise faded to a dull roar in my ears. It was just her—here, now, when I’d already told myself goodbye.“Sage,” she said again, softer this time, like she couldn’t quite believe it herself.I stared at her, the boarding pass suddenly feeling heavy in my hand. “Eve… what are you doing here?”Eve was breathing hard, words rushing out like she’d been holding them the entire run through the terminal. “Margo came to my office today,” she said, and immediately she stopped in front of me.I tilted my head, piecing it together. “Margo? Who is—oh, your cousin? Clarrisa’s daughter?”“Yeah.” She nodded, still catching her breath. “What about her?”I