Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Jonathan’s POVSelina had closed a door on me with care, just like someone sealing a letter. No flourish, no accusation—just the quiet, absolute cut of someone who’d already decided. The impression she left was the way a room smells after a candle is snuffed: smoke and a little pity, and the light gone.People break in different ways. I have learned the art of breaking slowly, of letting a shiver trace a scar before you make the incision that finally matters. Tonight, I did not want slow. Tonight, I wanted something quick and sharp enough to taste. I wanted to remind the world—and myself—that I never lose unless I choose to.Lydia Sykes lived in a house built on pretense and the applause of men who loved the sound of their own names. Her pack lands were manicured, the lines between flowerbeds and driveways measured for cameras and gossip. She greeted the world with a flash of white teeth and painted eyes, the performance perfected until conviction bent under question.I found the door

Lucas's POVI always thought the word “exclusive” was just marketing bullshit, a gloss the desperate rich layered over their pitiful longing to be envied. But tonight, as I waited in the gold-lit hush of Eleven Madison Park—every table empty but the one at the window where I sat, every candle and wild floral arrangement burning in tribute to us alone—I began to appreciate the other meaning: a secret shared between predators.The maître d’—whose name I’d forgotten before he said it—hovered, trembling on the periphery, a servant in the kingdom of excess. I’d told him to treat my guest like royalty. He’d taken it literally: the staff had practiced for days to perfect Selina’s favorite dishes and even called in a sous chef from a vanished Parisian restaurant she’d once mentioned in passing, back when we were just adversaries at the trading desk and not yet this. The way she talked about food was a warning to the wise; if you missed a detail, you’d never be forgiven.The city outside was a

Lucas's POVThe ache in my hips was the first thing I noticed, sharp and insistent, like someone had taken a crowbar to the base of my spine. My skin stuck to the sheets, the mattress hot and soaked through, Selina’s thigh thrown over mine like a brand. The way she slept, even after last night’s marathon, spoke volumes about her: still feral, still greedy for more, every inch of her a challenge waiting to happen. I traced the curve of her ass with my palm, watching the shiver that ghosted up her back and made her breath catch, even in sleep.It was barely light; the city outside was smeared and gray, so far below the window it looked more like a painting than something real. We were at the top, in the penthouse suite, but fuck if I could remember the name of the hotel. She’d looked at me like I was her last meal on earth and then eaten me alive, every room in this overpriced box a witness to the carnage we’d made of each other.Now her hand crept down to my cock, possessive even when

Grant's POVIt’s a wonder anyone in this pack gets anything done, considering how much of the day we spend fucking. My guess, from the way the walls in this place are built—stone and steel and the occasional shriek leaking through the vent ducts—was that the old wolves who designed this compound did so under the assumption that no amount of insulation could keep the sound of rutting from permeating every corner. It’s in our nature: fuck hard, fight harder. At least the Alpha wasn’t lying about his priorities. I could have set my watch by the yelps coming out of Lucas’s quarters, the smell of Selina’s arousal leaking under his door like a gas.They’d been at it for days. That’s what happened after a mark, the bond settling in, and the new mate getting properly claimed. The rumor was that Lucas didn’t bother with sheets anymore—just threw Selina down on the hardwood and went at her until neither of them could stand. It made my job as Beta both easier and infinitely more complicated. Whi

Lucas's POVI woke up to the feel of Selina’s mouth on my cock, her tongue working in that way that let me know she was already bored and wanted to get moving. It was barely dawn, but she never slept more than a few hours at a stretch; she burned too hot to lie still for long. She hummed around me, the vibration a warning and a dare, and I felt myself harden instantly, like my body recognized her before my mind could catch up.She pulled off with a lewd pop and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I need to shower,” she said, like she hadn’t just woken me up by sucking me off.I propped myself up on one elbow, watching the long line of her spine as she stretched, catlike, at the edge of the bed. “You have blood on your face,” I said, which was true, but not the only thing I was thinking.She smirked, looking back at me over her shoulder. “It’s yours.”“You’re going to leave a scent trail all the way to the kitchen.”She shrugged, then flicked her tongue over her bottom lip. “Le