Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 151 - Bab 154

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