Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 201 - Bab 210

Malachai’s POVSpies don’t need to knock. They slither and seep through cracks and corners and arrive smelling faintly of fear and devotion. Mine had good taste; they brought me information that tasted better than blood.I was seated in the Room of Unmade Things again, feet propped on a stack of books that had once belonged to kings, when the first whisper reached me—soft, hesitant, reverent:“My lord… the boy is being trained.”I smiled lazily. “Oh? And who, pray tell, has the audacity to take that job? Lucas? The mother? Surely not the boy himself.”The shadow knelt lower. “Neither, my lord. It’s a woman, a human.”That pulled a genuine laugh from me—sharp, delighted, dangerous. “A human?” I leaned forward, letting the word roll across my tongue. “Do they now feed him bedtime stories instead of raw power?”The spy trembled. “Her name is Vera. She is… attached to the Blackwoods. Trusted. Loved. They say the boy listens to her.”“Ah.” My smile widened. “So the mighty Alpha’s heir, the

Malachai’s POVThe mirror sang tonight. Not the melody of mortal things—no heartbeat, no breath—just the low, resonant hum of divinity bending toward mischief. I’d missed that sound. It meant the game was ready to begin.The glass shimmered before me, liquid and alive, showing the wolf, Grant.Beta of the Blackwood Pack. The second to the Alpha King.And yet, what fascinated me most was not his rank nor the power that pulsed beneath his skin like tempered steel—but the way he looked when he thought no one was watching. The way his eyes softened whenever his human mate laughed.Ah, Vera. The mortal jewel in a den of beasts. She’d been gifted a wolf’s devotion—and in doing so, she’d cursed herself with his fate.Grant sat on the porch, the moon hanging low behind him. The beast within him was restless, pacing just under the surface. His wolf wanted to run, to tear through the forest and scent danger before it reached the house. His human half wanted to stay, to guard the sleeping woman

Lucas’s POVPeace isn’t silent. It hums. It breathes. It waits.I felt it first thing that morning—the hum of the wards shifting. Not breaking, not flickering like before, but changing tone.If you’ve lived long enough as an Alpha, you learn to hear your territory’s heartbeat. You know when it’s steady, when it’s angry, and when it’s trying to speak to you.This morning, my land was whispering.Selina was still asleep, the first rays of light touching her hair like molten gold. I didn’t wake her. I simply got dressed, threw on a black shirt, and stepped out into the corridor.The air felt different—lighter. For the first time in months, the oppressive static that had hung around the manor since Malachai’s first attack was gone. Even the shadows seemed calmer.When I reached the main hall, Vera was there. She was pouring herself tea, calm as a saint, barefoot on marble.And every word on the wall was glowing faintly gold instead of blue.That wasn’t wolf magic.“Something you want to t

Selina’s POVSomething was wrong with the quiet.It wasn’t the tense kind of silence that used to hang over our home after a fight or a storm. This one was polished and practiced, like the world was holding its breath and waiting for someone to notice that it was pretending.The morning had started perfectly. Damon was in the garden again, Vera was humming that same lullaby she always used to steady him, and Lucas had gone down to the training field with Grant. The wands shimmered gold, the air warm and still.But underneath all that light, something pulsed.A faint… Hum, almost like breathing, but it wasn’t the house.It was listening.I was pouring water into a glass when it happened the first time.The liquid rippled on its own—just a single concentric ring, spreading outward, faint as a heartbeat. I frowned, glancing toward the open window, but there was no wind.Then it happened again.Another ripple. This time, the water glowed faintly—a soft violet flash that faded before my mi

Malachai’s POVSilence had never felt so loud. Every mirror I touched reflected only gold. Every pool of water sang her name, the human who pisses me off to the core, Vera.Her voice still lingered in the corners of my realm, haunting me like the echo of light after lightning.Even the shadows flinched when she was spoken of.I paced the length of my chamber, cloak dragging behind me like a bruise, the scent of scorched glass thick in the air. The Echo Binding had failed. The boy’s dreams were locked. The woman’s song sealed the cracks I used to slip through.She had built walls out of love.And somehow, that was stronger than any curse I’d ever known.But I am not a creature who accepts defeat.And I am not patient.The mirror on the far wall rippled when I passed, showing my reflection for a fraction of a heartbeat: pale skin, dark eyes, and the faint scorch marks still lining my jaw. I had once been beautiful, before the heavens cast me out for what they called arrogance. Now I wor