All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lucas's POVI was buried inside Selina, deep enough that every thrust bruised her stubborn little cervix and made her clutch fistfuls of my shirt, when Lydia’s father chose that exact moment to throw open the study doors. The man’s mustache alone could have bristled paint off the wall, but I barely had a second to smirk before Selina’s legs snapped closed, trapping my cock inside her as she yanked down her skirt in a way that could have fooled a blind priest. Lydia’s father got a full view of my dick as I pulled out, slick and angry red, then my hips, then the harsh pop of my zipper as I righted my suit pants with the defiance of a man who just lost his orgasm to bureaucratic intrusion.Selina, red-cheeked but composed, was out of the room and down the corridor before Lydia’s father could level his first threat. I turned and faced the old alpha, who looked exactly how I imagined every middle-aged man who had ever tried to sell his daughter for status: desperate, puffy, and about two d

Jonathan’s POVThe penthouse was quiet except for the faint hum of the city far below. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the skyline, and the only light came from the amber glow of the bar in the corner.My “pets” were here — three of them tonight — sitting on the low velvet sofa like perfectly trained animals. They didn’t speak. They didn’t move unless I wanted them to. That was the point.I poured myself another glass of wine, though I knew I wouldn’t touch it. It was for show. The real drink was kneeling at my feet, warm and breathing and utterly compliant.“She’s avoiding me,” I said, letting the words curl with annoyance. “Always some excuse. Work. Damon. The pack.” I swirled the wine lazily before setting it aside. “And now… I think she’s spending more time with him.”No one replied. They never did.I let my hand drift to the woman at my side, fingers tangling in her hair before tilting her head back. Her throat was pale and smooth, the pulse fluttering fast under her skin.

Selina's POVI told myself I could handle this. I always told myself that, right up until Lucas’s hand was around my throat and my back was arching off the kitchen counter. It was the worst kind of cliché: the bitch who swore she’d never fuck her mate bent over the very first flat surface she could find, begging for it like an animal. But I wasn’t that bitch. Not until the first time I tasted him.Now we were outside, me and Lucas, sitting on opposite ends of the stone bench like we were starring in a middle school filmstrip about boundaries. If I so much as crossed my legs, I could feel the heat of his stare, even through the hedge of rosemary. I didn’t cross my legs. I didn’t dare.The sun was too bright for my mood, pinning me in place, making my sweat taste like citrus and shame. “Are you going to say anything,” I asked, “or are we just going to sit here until one of us dies?”Lucas cocked his head and made a show of licking his canine. “I thought silence was your favorite languag

Lucas’s POVThe study was too quiet. I’d been sitting at the desk for nearly an hour since Jonathan Carr left, and my thoughts hadn’t stopped circling. The storm had passed outside, leaving the air damp and sharp, but my head was still in the conversation that had just taken place.Jonathan had come in unannounced—as usual—talking about Selina and Damon like he had some right to dictate their lives. There was always this arrogance in his tone, but today, something in his mask had slipped. His words were smooth, but there was something off about the way he held himself, like a predator pretending to be something else.And that smell… Blood and metal. The two scents twined together in a way that made my wolf bristle. I’d smelled it before. Not on a witch, not on a wolf. Only once—on a body I’d buried deep in the woods, after its owner had tried to put a blade through my throat.The knock came, snapping me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said.Grant stepped inside, closing the door behi

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