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Alpha’s Dark Redemption A touched flower
Lucas's POVI stalked into the council chamber with the resigned anger of a wolf cornered in its own den. The old room was every bit as sanctimonious as I remembered—long oak tables polished to a blinding sheen, banners on the stone walls depicting our bloody, incestuous lineage in shades of rust and bone. Councilman sat at the head of the table, his face as pale as parchment and equally as lined, a man so deep in the game that he’d long ago become its rules. Flanking his right were Sykes and his spawn, Lydia, the two of them huddled like a pair of vultures picking at some leftover kill.My boots hit the floor with so much force. I let my chin tilt up and met every stare without flinching. The last time I’d been summoned here, I’d left behind blood and an ultimatum; nobody had forgotten. Especially not the Sykes.The councilman flicked a finger at the empty chair directly across from him. “Sit, Lucas.”I sat, making a show of the slight creak in the council’s favorite antique. Lydia’s
Alpha’s Dark Redemption Brush your teeth
Lydia's POVMy father wore his disappointment like it was a fucking accessory: an unwashed, beloved scarf reeking of cigar smoke and old blood. He sat on the edge of his ratty armchair, cracked knuckles digging gouges into the wood of his cane, jaw grinding to the rhythm of his thoughts. I'd heard this particular symphony of delusion and bitterness before, but the overture never failed to amuse. Or infuriate.“Father,” I said, keeping my voice low because last time I’d raised it, he threw a whiskey glass at my head and I had no intention of bleeding out on this carpet, even if it did hide stains like a champ. “You know Lucas won’t marry me. The deal was with his father. His father is, you know, decomposing. Lucas Blackwood is, tragically, not sentimental.”He looked up, pupils tiny pinpricks of icy blue. His hair, greasy and wild, caught the only shaft of sunlight allowed in our den, and for a second he looked almost regal. If you squinted. “You give up too easily, Lydia.”“Give up? I
Alpha’s Dark Redemption Poor art taste
Lucas's POVThey say you can’t tell what a man’s really like until you’ve watched him in a boardroom. I always thought that was bullshit. You can learn everything you need to know by reading the dirt in his file, cross-referencing it with the flicker in his eye when you walk in, and clocking how quickly he shifts into fight-or-fuck mode. Jonathan Carr was one of those men who thought he could mask it all behind Italian tailoring and the right shade of power tie, but I’d seen the rot leaking through the seams.My Maybach cruised through the city like a black shark, silent on the inside, purring beneath me. I sat in the back, feet up on the fold-out ottoman, and paged through the fat dossier Grant had handed me at dawn. Not a single goddamn typo, not a number out of place. My people knew what I liked.The file was—at first glance—a collection of bland mid-market construction deals and some old DUIs, nothing special. But I was looking for the red flags Selina wouldn’t see, because she ne
Alpha’s Dark Redemption She's not the price
Lucas's POVI left Selina’s office and didn’t bother pretending I had a goddamn clue what I was doing. The drive home was a blur, leather steering wheel slick under my palm, teeth grinding with every turn. The engine purred like it knew what I wanted: speed, risk, something to set the nerves ablaze and drown out the aftertaste of her perfume, her voice, and the memory of her lips stained on mine. My house—no, my territory—loomed at the top of the hill, empty but never silent, because my own thoughts never let up.I tossed my keys onto the marble credenza, the metallic clatter echoing down the hall like a gunshot. I didn’t need to see the rest of the place. I headed straight for my study and slammed the door behind me, hard enough that the ancient oak complained. Lately, I’d been thinking with my cock, not my head, and that was a luxury I could no longer afford. I sat, hunched over the desk, staring at the old burn mark on the lacquer and running my finger over it like a worry stone.I
Alpha’s Dark Redemption I am your meeting
Lucas's POVI didn’t wait for the receptionist to buzz me in. I didn’t wait for her to scurry from behind her too-shiny desk and do her forced, chirpy routine, “Do you have an appointment, Mr. Blackwood?” The appointment was to fuck her. Fuck the entire office and all its neat glass and leather and sterile blue steel. I was hard, and I had been hard for three fucking weeks, and it was starting to feel like my cock was my only organ. My heart beat in my pants. My brain existed only in the smeared memory of Selina’s lips around the head of me, her tongue slow and cruel, her eyes so sexy as she milked every drop of control from my body and left me empty and animal.But she was playing a game, one she will never win. We are animals, and sex is something that we play with. She’d been punishing me since Lydia Skye’s father caught us in the goddamn back study, my dick knuckle-deep in Selina’s pussy, her breath hitching in my ear as I fucked her through the aftershock of her orgasm. He caught
Alpha’s Dark Redemption Ruin me again
Selina's POVI couldn't even pretend to focus. My office smelled like stale air and Vera's vanilla hand lotion, which was to say it reeked of distraction and absence. She was supposed to be here, sorting legal documents for my 3 p.m., but Vera, my not-so-dutiful assistant, had predictably vanished for the morning. I had no doubt she was off somewhere getting absolutely railed by her mate, Grant—probably against the printer in the supply room, because that's what passed for romance in this building.I stared at the edge of the legal pad on my desk, willing myself to read the names on the upcoming litigation. All I saw was Lucas' face, the shape his mouth made when he said my name, and the way his hand clamped around my throat and squeezed until I swore I was going to die. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his cock splitting me open, every thrust staked in memory like a bloody flag.I tried to banish the image, the taste of him, the humiliation, and the heat. I failed. My thighs p
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