All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lydia's POVThe moon was unseasonably bright; a lantern hung in the bruised sky just to mock me as I walked from my pack. Nobody challenged my departure; they’d all learned better. They watched through the tangles of pine and brambles as I turned my back on the only home I’d ever known, boots slopping through the mud, jaw set hard enough to break my own teeth. The wind gnawed at my skin with a dozen sharpened teeth, and beneath the stink of churned-up earth and blood from last night’s hunt, I caught another scent: a metallic tang, fresh and throbbing. I licked it from the air like a promise.By the time I reached the councilman’s mansion, my thighs were slick, adrenaline and want curling together in the soft seam of my cunt. His house rose above the treeline like a statement, stone-faced and contemptuous, a fortress to keep the world’s teeth at bay. It made me laugh—soft, ugly. I’d seen him in committee meetings and at the edge of the woods, posturing with men who thought they ran thi

Lucas's POVSelina’s scent saturated the room—cloying, feral, and inescapable as blood on a fresh kill. My senses were shot and overshot, my body running on nothing but animal logic, the throb of want and the damp heat of her skin glued to mine. I couldn’t have said if it was dusk or dawn, only that her cunt clenched around me and her nails dug for new real estate in the meat of my shoulders, and nothing else mattered.We’d been at it since yesterday. It felt like years. Even my wolf was running scared of her stamina.Selina lay splayed over the pillows, hair tangled in the headboard, sweat making a dark corona around her face. Her mouth was swollen from all the biting, lips and cheeks painted in faded smears of blood where she’d drawn it—mine and hers. I worked my cock into her with no real rhythm, just the violence of need, and her thighs locked behind my back so I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. Her pulse beat like a snare drum under my mouth as I licked h

Lydia's POVThe councilman’s sweat-damp chest pressed hard against my back, the animal grind of his hips merciless as he fucked me hard. We moved back to his study while kissing. He fucked me mercilessly into the council chamber’s ancient, splintering desk.The wood bit at my cheek, a raw scrape blooming along my jaw, but I didn’t dare flinch, didn’t so much as twitch a muscle to show I felt it. He wanted to see me shake, and so I would not—at least, not until he broke me open for good. My dress was bunched at my waist and ripped through at the bodice, with one sleeve still binding my bicep. I could smell myself on the councilman’s hand where he’d used it to force my face down, his fingers leaving prints on my temple, his palm spreading my hair across the lacquered surface.“You think you can lie to me, Lydia?” He was panting with effort. “I can fuck the truth out of any she-wolf. I’ll wring it out of you with my cock if I have to.” He thrust hard, and I bared my teeth against the desk

Three hours in, and the smell of printer ink already made my head hurt. I’d been in my office since six, wading through pack finances, property reports, and the kind of paper-pushing bullshit that would make a normal wolf chew off his own tail. Not me, though. I’d eat the fucking paperwork before I let it beat me.It was barely sunrise, and the heavy drapes across the floor-to-ceiling windows turned the light an ugly bruise color. I had two stacks in front of me: “urgent” and “set on fire.” I was about to introduce a third—“bury it in the backyard and let the moles deal with it”—when my phone buzzed across the desk. I snatched it up and checked the screen. Of course. The councilman.I gave it two rings before answering. Let him stew. “Lucas,” I said, voice flat as a corpse.He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Lucas, we need to talk.”Nothing good ever started with that sentence. Especially not from him. I’d dealt with the councilman for years, and every encounter left me wanting to p

Lucas's POVI got home so late the moon had started to look hungover. Streetlamps threw their dirty gold up the drive, and the house sat on it like a mean old cat, waiting to take a swipe. I cut the engine, slammed the car door with more force than it deserved, and staggered up the steps with that special kind of unsteadiness you can only buy with a full day at the bottom of a bottle.The key nearly broke off in the lock. My hand was shaking, not from nerves. Not yet. The vodka from the shithole club on 7th was still singing through my veins, dulling the edges, but the second I shouldered open the front door, reality snapped its jaws around my ankle.There was a faint light spilling from my study. My heart did a little two-step in my chest. I’d told the staff to clear out after what happened. So, either the place was haunted or Grant was here early to make my night even worse.I stepped in, boots echoing off the hardwood, and yanked my jacket off with one hand. It hit the floor in a h