บททั้งหมดของ Alpha’s Dark Redemption : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Damon’s POVThe dream began with silence. Not the good kind—the one that smells like rain and feels like home—but the kind that waits. The kind that holds its breath like a predator hiding behind stillness. I’d been taught to tell the difference.Vera’s voice always filled the world when I slept, her lullaby humming in the corners of my dreams. Even when I didn’t hear it with my ears, I felt it. It was the heartbeat of home.But tonight, that hum was gone. The silence wasn’t empty. It was listening.I opened my eyes, or maybe I dreamed that I did, and found myself standing in the middle of a vast field. Everything was gray. The sky, the earth, the wind. Even my hands looked pale and strange, like I didn’t belong in this place.A faint pulse rippled beneath the ground, steady as a drumbeat. I recognized it immediately. It wasn’t my heart. It was his, Malachai's, and he was close. But instead of fear, something steadier filled me. The calm Vera had taught me to build—the wall inside my

Vera’s POVIt began with a whisper. Not a threat. Not the hiss of Malachai’s magic, not the cold static of darkness clawing at the corners of my mind. No, this sound was softer.A breath.A sigh.Almost… human.For the first time in months, I didn’t wake up afraid. The night had been calm. Damon was asleep, his hand curled around that little pendant I’d made for him, the one engraved with runes of peace. The golden glow from it pulsed softly against his chest, steady and safe.I should’ve been resting too, but something tugged at me. That invisible thread that connected my soul to the pulse of the world, to the very place Malachai had once poisoned.It was humming differently now. Not wild like before. Not angry, just balanced and alive.I sat up slowly, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders, and went to the window. The moonlight looked softer tonight, painting everything in silver instead of harsh white. The garden outside shimmered faintly, the wards glowing gold and red—colors that

Selina’s POVLucas’ weight pinned me to the bed, his cock still buried deep inside me. His knot kept us locked together, pulsing as he spilled the last of his release into me. I shuddered, oversensitive but still craving more. His teeth grazed my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, just enough to remind me who I belonged to. I arched my back, pressing my ass against him. “You’re not done yet,” I murmured, rolling my hips. He growled, low and possessive, his hand sliding down to grip my thigh. “Greedy little thing.”I grinned into the pillow. “You love it.” Lucas didn’t argue. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pulled out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back, his mouth crashing onto mine. I tasted myself on his tongue, bitter and sweet, and moaned into the kiss. His hand wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was in control. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I obeyed instantly, my

Vera’s POVIt started with the stars.At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The night sky shimmered—not with the usual silver calm, but with threads of color. Red and gold, intertwined like veins of fire across the heavens.Lucas saw it first when he came in from patrol, mud still on his boots, eyes sharp even in exhaustion. “Tell me I’m not seeing that,” he muttered.“You are,” I whispered, stepping onto the porch beside him. “And I think I know why.”The air felt alive. Not in the wild, dangerous way it had during the attacks, but with a rhythm. A pulse. It wasn’t just wind—it beat in time with something larger.“Malachai,” Lucas said flatly.“Yes,” I breathed, “but… not the Malachai we knew.”He turned to me, jaw tightening. “Explain.”“He’s changing,” I said. “The balance we felt—the gold and red in the wards, the hum that hasn’t stopped since Damon’s last dream—it’s his realm evolving. It’s no longer devouring. It’s… healing.”Lucas stared at me like I’d lost my

Selina’s POVWhen I woke that morning, the world wasn’t still, It was breathing. The light in our bedroom was wrong, in the best possible way. It wasn’t just sunlight pouring through the curtains. It shimmered, alive, dancing across the walls like fireflies caught in honey. Gold and crimson glowed in soft pulses, like the rhythm of a heartbeat.At first, I thought I was dreaming again. But when I sat up and felt the air move—heavy, humming, thick with power, I knew this was real. Something had shifted and not just in the air, in everything.Lucas was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, watching the horizon through the open window. His shirt was off, his skin bathed in that strange morning glow, the alpha mark at the base of his neck burning faintly like a live ember.I wrapped my arms around him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder. “You feel it too?”He didn’t look at me right away. “It’s everywhere. The earth’s humming like it’s… remem