Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lucas’s POVThere are two kinds of madness. The kind that sneaks in through the cracks. And the kind that kicks the door off its hinges and dares you to stop it.I didn’t sneak into Selina’s evening; I kicked the fucking door. The maître d’ was halfway through explaining that the restaurant was fully booked for private parties, but I didn’t hear him. My eyes were already locked on the far table near the back terrace.Candlelight. Wine. A soft jazz quartet playing in the background. The whole fucking scene straight out of a high-society fairy tale.And there she was. Selina. My Selina, dressed in black again, because she knew it made her look like sin incarnate. The silk of her dress clung to her body like it missed her skin when she moved. Her hair was pinned in that elegant twist that left the sharp edge of her jawline exposed. Her lips were red. That same red she used to leave smeared on my neck.And across from her sat the man. Fucking Jonathan Ward. A human. Clean-cut. Fucking smi

Lucas’s POVI didn’t remember walking out of the summit.One second I was standing at the edge of the ballroom, watching her kiss him, and the next, I was outside, breathing like I’d just fought a war I didn’t win.My hands were trembling. Not from fear.From fury.From disbelief.From the kind of hollow rage that doesn’t burn. It freezes.She kissed him.She fucking kissed him. In front of me.She knew I was there. She knew what I was. Who I was. What we were. And she still kissed him.The bond didn’t break, but something inside me did.It didn’t snap—it shook. Like the soul beneath the connection had shifted.There was a hollow thrum in my chest where there should’ve been fire.And my wolf… My wolf didn’t understand. He howled. Loud and unrelenting.I hadn’t felt him like this since the night I rejected her.Five years ago. I stood in front of the pack, staring at her as if she were the enemy.Not the woman I’d kissed in the woods, not the mate I’d held beneath moonlight.But the li

Selina’s POVI didn’t need a report from Vera or a photo on a screen to know that Lucas had seen them—I didn’t require confirmation because the moment it happened, I felt it ripple across the bond that still flickered between us like a dying signal, distant and muted but never truly silent; I felt it in the way the air around me shifted, subtly and yet unmistakably, like the universe itself had exhaled and then gone still.Lucas saw them.Jonathan and Damon.He saw them together in public, the perfect image of domestic peace—a human man guiding a bright-eyed little boy across a city street, holding his hand, nodding politely to passersby, the kind of ordinary scene that meant nothing to most but meant everything to him.Because that boy, that four-year-old with soft curls and a wide grin, was never supposed to exist—not for Lucas, and certainly not with another man.But Lucas watched anyway.And more importantly, he didn’t act.He didn’t burst into the café. He didn’t unleash fury. He

Selina’s POVThere is a particular kind of silence that settles not like peace, but like warning—a silence so deep, so calculated, so absent of breath or motion, that it hums against your bones as if the world is holding itself still, waiting for something to detonate.It had been three days since Lucas last appeared in my world.Three days without his voice in my ear, his name in my notifications, or his shadow stretching long across the edges of everything I tried to rebuild without him.Three days of calm.But it didn’t feel like calm.It felt like the ocean before a tidal wave—still on the surface, deceptive in its quiet, but impossibly dense with pressure beneath.And deep inside, beneath the armor I wear so flawlessly no one questions its integrity, I felt it gathering.Not fear.Not panic.Just… tension.A familiar one. One that wore his scent and moved like his wolf in the dark.Vera stood across from me in the sun-drenched conference lounge, her fingers moving with silent pre

Selina’s POVI didn’t look back when Lucas walked away.I didn’t have to. His presence lingered — not like perfume or memory, but like heat after flame, like the echo of a door slammed in a soundproof room. It hummed under my skin, low and bitter and intimate, and no amount of elegance or poise could dull the sharpness of it.He had gotten inside my head. Mess with my fucking mind and all I want to do write now is to finish myself with a fucking finger!Because that’s the thing about fated mates, about bonds written into bone — no matter how far you run, no matter how high you build the walls, they always know where to knock.And Lucas didn’t knock. He walked straight through.Jonathan returned with the wine I’d asked for and a smile I didn’t earn.“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice low, eyes searching mine but all I can think of is his dick in me, filling me. But I knew he wouldn't match my energy right now, only one man. Lucas fucking Blackwood!I nodded, too quickly. “Yes. Just