Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce

Cursed Instincts.

Damien's POV

She stormed out and slammed the door behind her.

I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just sat there, my hands braced on the table like I was holding myself together with sheer will alone. Her scent is in the air, sweet, clean, warm like honey and smoke and it was killing me.

Every inhale sliced something open inside me. Her scent wasn’t just alluring; it was intoxicating. Her blood called to me, thrumming through my veins like a drug.

It took everything in me not to shift. Not to pin her to the table, rip that tight blouse from her body, and bury myself inside her thighs. I could feel my c**k hardening just thinking about it, imagining the feel of her under me, clenching on my c**k, the way her body would tremble when she finally gave in. But I couldn’t do it. Not unless I was ready to bury her, too.

I could still feel the heat of her stare, the fury in her voice when she said, “You don’t even know me.”

But I do. More than she’ll ever understand.

Evangeline Wales. My mate. My curse.

The Moon doesn’t make mistakes—but she’s cruel. That woman who just stormed out of here with fire in her eyes and heartbreak clinging to her like perfume, was the one I’d been waiting centuries for. And now that she was here… I couldn’t even touch her.

I leaned forward, my elbows on the table, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes. I’d waited too long for this. Too many lifetimes, too many false hopes. Too many dead women and mates.

I remember every single one.

The way their eyes would light up when I bit them. The way that light dimmed seconds later when their bodies couldn’t handle the bond. I’d hold them while they bled out, their hands clawing at my chest, asking why.

I never had an answer. And now, Evangeline. She was the seventh mate of mine.

The Oracle had whispered the words I never thought I’d hear again: She’s returned. The Moon has sent her back.

I didn’t believe it at first. I thought it was some cruel joke, some twisted hallucination born from too many years spent buried in shadows. But then I caught her scent years ago. That scent. And I knew.

She was mine. I had done a deep basic background research on her.

I’d been in the human world for decades. Watched entire generations pass while I kept my head down and my claws retracted. I watched her grow. I watched her smile at the wrong people. Marry the wrong man. And still, I said nothing.

Because she wasn’t ready. Because I wasn’t.

But that bastard her husband—he was never worthy of her. I knew about the affair before she did. I’d orchestrated half of it myself. That so-called cousin of mine? Not really my cousin. Just a pawn I put in play years ago. I made myself her uncle.

Planted myself close enough to watch from the inside.

Not proud of it. But I needed to be near her. Any way I could.

And now she thinks I’m just some arrogant CEO throwing around offers like I’m trying to buy her soul.

Maybe I am.

I stood up, and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, and stared out at the city. Morning had fully fallen, lights glowing like fireflies across the skyline. Somewhere out there, she was walking alone. Hurt. Angry and confused.

And I let her go. I should’ve stopped her. Should’ve grabbed her wrist when she turned to leave and said Don’t go. You’re mine.

But I didn’t.

Because if I claim her, if I bite her—she could die. And I won’t bury another mate. Not her.

There was a soft knock at the door. I didn’t answer. I just kept staring out. A few moments later, Jenna entered the room, her face drawn with worry. Her eyes flicked to the door, as if wondering whether Evangeline would come back.

“Mr. Damien?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes darting around, trying to read his mood.

“Sit,” I commanded, motioning to the chair across from mine.

She sat, but there was tension in her posture, an obvious unease about her. I studied her, my gaze sharp. “I want to know everything about Evangeline. I know you’re close to her. You’ve worked with her for a while now.”

She swallowed, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. “Evangeline is a very private person. She doesn’t like people knowing too much about her. I—”

“I don’t care about her privacy,” I interrupted. “I want facts. I need to know what makes her tick. What she wants. What she fears.”

Jenna looked like she might protest, but then she seemed to realize the gravity of the situation. She hesitated before speaking again. “Evangeline’s… been through a lot. She’s not just a strong woman. She’s been broken. Abandoned by people she thought she could trust, she grew up in the orphanage”

My eyes narrowed. I already knew that. But hearing it from someone who cared about her made something dark shift in me.

“I know she has a weak heart,” Damien said, his tone clipped. “ Mind telling me more about it.”

She froze, her face paling. “You—how do you know that?”

“I asked you a question,” I growled, my patience slipping. “Tell me.”

She blinked, looking more than a little rattled. “I—I don’t know all the details. But I know it’s serious. Evangeline doesn’t like to talk about it. But she’s had some health issues over the years. It’s… it’s why she’s been so careful. She doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“Do you like her?” I asked, not minding how absurd it sounded to me and how my wolf roared.

“Yes.” No hesitation. “She’s smart. Kind. She’s one of the hardest workers we’ve had. And she—she doesn’t deserve any of this.”

I studied her. “Any of what?”

“I just mean... if she’s in trouble, or if you’re thinking of firing her, please don’t. She’s had a hard year and—”

I held up a hand. “I’m not firing her.”

She let out a shaky breath of relief.

“But I need to know,” I said slowly, “has she told you anything? About herself? Anything personal at all?”

“She doesn’t talk much herself.” She fidgeted with her fingers. “But sometimes, I know she’s hurting. She hides it well, but sometimes I catch her zoning out in her office, just… staring at nothing. Like she’s somewhere else and trying not to break down. But she's still diligent at work”

I nodded once. That lined up with everything I already knew.

My thoughts raced. The weight of what I was doing pressed down on me even harder. I couldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t. Not if I could help it. But the pull, oh God, was all too much.

It was one thing to avoid drinking in her scent and it was another trying to resist the desires that came with it.

“You can go,” I said.

She hesitated. “Please don’t fire her Sir.”

I turned back to the window. “I don’t want to.” I said and with that, she turned and left.

I waited until I heard the click of the door before pulling out my phone.

“She just left,” I said coldly. “Follow her. Track her wherever she goes and give me the details.”

I hung up without waiting for a reply.

For a moment, I just stood there, my phone still in my hand, the silence pressing down on me like a weight.

If she refuses me, I’ll lose her forever.

But if she says yes…If she says yes, she might not live long enough to understand why the Moon gave her back to me at all.

Either way would be dangerous for her, I didn't know what kind of a sick twisted cruel joke the Moon Goddess was playing on me, I can't have her and I can't leave her at the same time. But one thing was sure, I wouldn't let her die.