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Alpha’s Dark Redemption Don't fuck this up
LucasSelina sauntered over, glass shards glittering in her palm, and crouched in front of me, her thighs spreading just enough for me to glimpse the slick wetness between her legs. Her scent hit me like a fist.She put her face close to mine. “You can either hate me for what I did, or you can admit you want me, Lucas. But pick one.”My tongue was thick in my mouth. I could taste her, and I hated how much I craved it. I did this because I thought she was going to be soft on things after moving here, that I would get a chance with her. Fix things, but no, I dug my own fucking grave because Selina hates me.“You think I want you after this?” I spat, gesturing at her, at Jonathan.She shrugged. “You never stopped wanting me. I can smell it.” She pressed her palm to my chest, sticky with her own blood. “But you had your chance, Lucas. And you threw me away.”Jonathan watched, his eyes bright. He didn’t get it. He never would. I mean, he's human, but I don't buy that human shit.“Why him?”
Alpha’s Dark Redemption My mistake
LucasI sat on the torn leather couch, elbows braced against my knees, breathing through clenched teeth. My fists left imprints in the dead animal hide. I watched a fly dance around the mouth of an empty bourbon bottle, my gaze trying to burn the bug out of existence, but I knew it wasn’t the fly I hated. It wasn’t the bottle, or the half-lit, dingy living room, or even the dull ache grinding between my temples.It was me.Maybe that was why Selina did what she did. Or maybe it was payback, but it has always been payback when it comes to her. I deserved it—I’d humiliated her in front of the whole fucking pack, rejected her under the full moon, like she was some whore and not the woman the fates dropped in my lap. But I’d never—never—done what she just did to me or what she has been doing to me lately. Not this. Not bringing another man into my house, fucking him, letting him mark everything with his scent while I sat in the next room, half drunk and pretending I didn’t care.Selina’s
Alpha’s Dark Redemption She's coming with me
Jonathan's POVBlackwood's place was as predictably sterile as the man himself—high-gloss marble in the foyer, gold accents everywhere, not an ounce of personality in the entire mausoleum. Even the air was cold, like he'd figured out a way to refrigerate the oxygen to chill off his guests before he even had to look at them. I stepped into the atrium with the sort of flourish I knew would make the help anxious, my boots echoing on the stone like gunshots.I didn’t bother to announce myself. If you’re going to insult a man’s hospitality, you may as well let him catch you in the act. I tossed my coat at a startled maid, nearly bowling her over with the force of my disregard, then made a beeline for the grand staircase that split the entrance like the jaws of some ancient beast.The house was full of the usual empty aristocrat chatter, which I cut through with a smile that showed every tooth. I made no detours, didn’t linger to chat with some hollow-eyed diplomat, or exchange thinly veile
Alpha’s Dark Redemption Powerplay
Jonathan's POVThe dead have better manners than most people I know.Take this one, for example. She’s lying at my feet, every artery neatly severed, still clutching her pale blue clutch like a debutante waiting for her limo. I’d say “rest in peace,” but she looks more at peace than any living girl I’ve met at Lucas’s parties.The trick is to leave a little color in the cheeks. Too pale, and even the idiots in this city start asking questions. I put her out in the cold where the body will keep. No one will find her until sunrise. There’s enough time. There’s always enough time if you take it.The other trick is never to get sentimental about your food. By the time the sun starts nibbling at the eastern sky, I’m already standing on Lucas’s doorstep, wiping the crimson from my lips with a napkin I stole from his own kitchen. They’re the expensive kind, embossed with the Sterling crest: two griffins, one for pride, the other for cruelty. Old money, old secrets. Lucas has both in spades,
Alpha’s Dark Redemption She’s mine
Jonathan’s POVI arrived late in the morning—late enough that the estate was fully awake, yet early enough that no one expected me to come unannounced, uninvited, and entirely unbothered by it. The guards at the gate—those same little lapdogs Lucas trained to bare their teeth at anyone without a Blackwood birthmark—looked unsure the second they saw me.As they should.I didn’t wait for clearance. I didn’t roll down my window or flash a fake smile. I stared at them through the glass until one of them caved and waved me through with the kind of hesitation reserved for wild animals and ticking bombs.Because that’s what I was now.A man wrapped in the skin of something worse.Lucas was by the main doors when I pulled up.Perfect.He didn’t say a word as I stepped out of the car, buttoning my coat with slow, calculated ease, letting the tension stretch between us like barbed wire. His eyes flicked to me, cold and unreadable, but I caught the twitch in his jaw. The way his fingers curled a
Alpha’s Dark Redemption Let the game begin
Jonathan’s POVThe second those steel gates creaked open, slow and reluctant, like the mansion itself was trying to deny me, I adjusted my collar and stepped forward with the kind of deliberate calm that hides a knife behind its back, because I knew exactly what I was walking into—and I wanted every goddamn second of it.The wolves had kept me waiting at the perimeter, their eyes sharp and suspicious, their noses twitching like bloodhounds trying to sniff out something they couldn’t place. Of course, they couldn’t. That was the point. I wasn’t here to be placed. I was here to unsettle. To unseat. To remind Lucas Blackwood that while he had strength, territory, and dominance—I had her.Selina. My girl. His fucking mate.And if I had to play the devoted boyfriend card all the way to hell to make him squirm, so be it.I walked through the front doors without needing to be escorted—because when a man walks like he owns the place, no one dares tell him otherwise—and there he was.Lucas Bla
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