All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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You are evidence enough

Lucas's POVI didn't bother with the penthouse's door code. My fist met the reinforced steel, and the sensor system surrendered with a fizzling whimper and a puff of burning silicon. Grant smirked, lips curling as he slipped through the bent frame after me. The hall stank of floral vape and Chanel No. 5, overlying something coppery and rank, but the noise from inside swallowed any subtlety.Jonathan's pets were at it on the white-leather sectional. Naked, two of them—a redhead and some generic platinum twink—bent together in a tangle of pale limbs and ribbed silicone. A third, a brunette girl, perched on the armrest like a bored cat, flicking an ice cube down her chest while she texted on an iridescent phone.Grant barely looked. "What a lucky bastard," he said, only half-mocking, and we kept walking.Through the living room, past the wet bar and the cocaine-residue mirror, straight down the hall to the master suite. No one stopped us. They never do.I could hear the water running bef

Last Updated : 2025-10-18

The Man Who Laughed at Monsters

Jonathan’s POVPain. That’s all I’ve known for days. A fucking real pain—the kind that crawls under your skin and builds a home there. The kind that mocks you every time you try to breathe. My gums ache where my fangs used to be, raw and bloody reminders of my humiliation. Every vampire has nightmares about it—fang extraction. It’s not just agony; it’s degradation.And Lucas Blackwood made sure I felt every second of it.I can still hear his voice, calm and cold as he crushed me beneath his boot. “Now you’re just another man with bad habits, Carr.”That bastard. That wolf-born mutt.I’ve fought wars, ruled cities from the shadows, fed on kings, and whispered to queens. And he—he stripped me of what I was. My power. My identity.Now I sit in the ruins of my own mansion, the walls charred, the furniture overturned, and the scent of blood and smoke thick in the air. My reflection in the cracked mirror looks wrong—hollow cheeks, torn lips, and two dark holes where my fangs used to be.I l

Last Updated : 2025-10-19

The Devil Who Smiled

Malachai’s POVThere’s something oddly satisfying about walking away from a vampire who looks like a kicked puppy. Jonathan Carr—once the terror of three continents—left kneeling on the floor of his own ruin, clutching at his mouth like a child who’s just gotten new teeth.Pathetic.Power without purpose is just vanity. And vampires are masters of vanity.I appear on the road outside his mansion without walking a single step. The night folds and unfolds around me like a deck of cards, reshuffling reality with every breath. Lightning cracks across the horizon, though there’s no storm yet. Not here. Not yet.“Blackwood Pack,” I murmur, rolling the words over my tongue like fine wine. “Let’s see what secrets your furry little kingdom hides.”A smirk tugs at my lips. The wind picks up, carrying whispers from the trees—the kind that try to tell you to turn back. I chuckle softly. “Oh, please. You’ve seen what I can do to forests.”The trees go silent. Smart trees.Power hums beneath my ski

Last Updated : 2025-10-21

See you soon, little Alpha

Selina’s POVThe first sign came as a vibration through the floor.Soft at first—like the purr of something too big to see—but it grew, rising until the very air inside the safe house began to hum. The lamps flickered, the walls groaned, and every instinct inside me screamed the same warning: something has found us.I jolted awake, heart pounding, hand already reaching for Damon’s room.Vera was faster. The moment the vibration hit, she was on her feet, knife drawn, eyes shifting from human brown to the molten gold of her wolf. “That’s not an earthquake,” she muttered. “That’s magic.”Before I could answer, a scream ripped through the hallway. Damon’s.Not frightened, not startled—terrified. I ran.He was sitting up in bed, his little fists clutched at his ears, tears streaking down his cheeks. The air around him shimmered, vibrating with some invisible force. The night-light by his bed blinked on and off as if it couldn’t decide whether to exist.“Mommy!” he cried. “Make it stop, mak

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

Run alpha, run

Lucas’s POVThe moment the wards screamed, I felt it.Not heard—felt. Like a hand clutching the base of my spine and twisting. Every rune, every ounce of blood-bound protection I’d woven around my pack and my family, began to burn, searing through the tether between me and the safe house.Selina and Damon.My blood answered before thought did. The wolf in me roared to life, shredding the calm I’d been forcing on myself for days. The air in my office cracked like glass, the temperature dropping until frost crawled over the windowpanes.“Alpha?” One of my sentries burst through the door. “Something’s—”I didn’t need him to finish. My eyes were already burning silver. “The wards are failing,” I said. My voice came out low and quiet—but it shook the air. “He’s found them.”The soldier hesitated, trembling under my gaze. “What are your orders?”I turned toward the window overlooking the forest, the horizon split with faint red light. Magic light. “Evacuate the border. Pull every patrol bac

Last Updated : 2025-10-23

hat was that?

Selina’s POVThe tunnels were never meant to shake.They were carved from enchanted stone, built to withstand siege and spell alike. Lucas designed them himself, layering every wall with runes of endurance. He once told me, half joking, “If the world ends, you’ll still be standing under Blackwood soil.”Tonight, even that promise is breaking.The tremors started small—vibrations in the air, dust sifting down from the ceiling—but they’ve grown into something alive, rhythmic, echoing like the heartbeat of a monster buried deep beneath us. Every pulse carries heat, a wave of energy that makes the torches gutter and Damon flinch.“Mommy?” he whispers, his small hand tightening around mine. His voice shakes, but he’s trying to be brave. “Why’s the ground angry?”Vera scans the darkness ahead, her blade already drawn, eyes glowing as if she were a wolf. Maybe she's starting to be one since her mate is a wolf. “That’s not the ground, pup,” she mutters. “That’s your father.”I can feel him to

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

No More Hiding

Lucas’s POVThe smoke still carried her scent. Ash, fear, and the faint trace of wildflowers that always lingered on Selina’s skin—even in chaos, I could find her. The forest was burning in patches, the earth split from magic clashes, and the sky above the Blackwood border glowed crimson from Malachai’s retreating power.I ran faster. The Alpha bond in me was a storm—pulling, demanding, roaring for the ones it called its own. My chest felt carved open, my blood screaming her name. Then another heartbeat pulsed through the bond—smaller, quicker, flickering like candlelight. Damon. He was alive.I reached the clearing that used to hold the safe house, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. The building was gone—half-collapsed, roof torn away, walls caved in like paper. Wards were still glowing faintly along the rubble, blue symbols fading in and out of existence like dying fireflies.But I could smell them. Selina, Damon, and Vera. They were beneath.I moved the debris aside with one moti

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

Don’t get sappy on me, wolf boy

Lucas's POVThe bed was too big when she wasn’t in it, but my wolf never let me sleep when she was gone. Selina’s side always smelled like home, even when she wasn’t there—her pillow, the dent in the mattress, the faint ghost of her shampoo. I could lie there for hours, eyes burning, every muscle locked in a permanent clench. The moon was almost full, white light smearing through the open window, but it barely touched the darkness inside me.I heard her before I saw her. The double doors creaked open, followed by the soft slap of bare feet on the marble tiles. Selina never bothered with slippers; she liked the cold, said it reminded her of the mountains where she was born. I stayed on my back, arm thrown over my eyes, pretending not to notice her shadow gliding over the carpet. But every inch of me was tuned to her, strung tight as a tripwire.“You’re awake.” Her voice was always low, always a little amused, as if I’d told her a dirty joke she planned to remember for later.I grunted.

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

Cum for me

Selina's POVI woke up horny. I woke up gnawing my own tongue, feverish, my hands already on him before my eyes could even manage the light. Lucas had turned in sleep, half on his belly and one shoulder, and I remembered the marks I’d left on him the night before. The bite below his ear, the long scrape of nails down the groove of his spine, and the ring of bruises at his hip where I’d mounted him and left my claim.It wasn’t enough. It never would be.I raked my nails down his thigh, hard enough to sting him awake. He jerked but didn’t groan or protest, just bared his teeth at me over his shoulder—half a smile, half a threat. I slid my palm up between his legs, bold and uninvited, and found him already growing stiff beneath my touch. He was always like this. Lucas was never truly asleep, only ever coiled and waiting, as if expecting the next challenge even in his dreams.“Is that for me?” I asked, wrapping my hand around him, squeezing just to the verge of pain.“You’re the only one

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Room of Unmade Things

Malachai’s POVI don’t walk back to my realm so much as I decide to be there.One blink and the world folds, a silk sheet pulled off a table without disturbing the cutlery. The forest, the wards, the very self-importance of Lucas Blackwood—gone. In their place: my favorite room in creation.It isn’t a throne room—those are for people who need strangers to clap. It’s a study. A museum. A morgue. I call it the Room of Unmade Things. The ceiling is high, arched out of nothing but shadow and memory; the floor is a black mirror that reflects everything except me. Shelves run the length of the chamber, stacked with curiosities that never were: a crown for a king who died before he was born, a lullaby that killed a god, and a chess set carved from regrets. In tall glass cylinders float storms I bottled at the very first dawn, lightning coiled like serpents around glass spines.Power hums here, but politely. It knows whose house this is.I step out of myself and into a chair. I enjoy entrance

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

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