Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 231 - Bab 240

Selina’s POVI knew something was wrong long before Lucas stepped through the door, long before the scent of the forest clung to him like smoke and danger, and long before Damon’s heartbeat, usually steady and usually warm, pressed through the walls with a rhythm that felt tighter, sharper, and and older.A mother’s instincts are strange things, not quite magic, not quite instinct, but something ancient and primal that lives beneath the skin, whispering truths even when the mind resists them. And mine had been whispering for hours.Something had happened. Something big and something final.And when Lucas finally walked into the house with Damon pressed close to his side, the world seemed to tilt, not violently, but slowly, like a structure realigning after losing one of its foundations.Damon wasn’t crying. He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t hiding behind Lucas.But he was not okay. He was too quiet.And Lucas… Lucas looked like a man carrying the weight of ten wars in his chest.“Lucas?” I

Selina’s POVI felt it the moment Lucas walked into the room, an undercurrent of tension clinging to him like the remnants of a storm, the kind that doesn’t show itself with thunder or lightning but instead with the heavy, suffocating pressure that settles in the air afterward, the kind that makes every instinct in a wolf sharpen and every breath feel too shallow, as though the world itself is waiting for something to break.He shut the door behind him with more force than necessary, not enough to call it anger, not enough to call it frustration, but enough to tell me that something inside him had shifted in a way he didn’t want to put into words, and even before he spoke, before he turned toward me with that cold, protective sharpness carved into his features, I knew where this was going, because the bond between us had always been a silent conversation, and right now it was saying danger.“Lydia is gone,” he said, voice low, clipped, almost vibrating with the effort it took for him

Lydia’s POV It began with a faint whisper, then a drifting sensation at the back of my mind that at first I told myself that it was only exhaustion, maybe the nerves, only the emotional weight of losing everything I had schemed for, but the whisper grew, not louder exactly, but deeper, like a tremor beneath the soil you don’t truly feel with your feet but with something older, more instinctual, the kind of instinct wolves were born carrying in their bones long before they ever learned to speak or shift or kill, and as the night dragged itself into the early hours of morning, I realized, with a sickening twist of dread, that the whisper did not belong to me at all.My father had fallen asleep in the corner chair of the tiny cabin we fled to, his body hunched forward, chin resting on his chest, the exhaustion of fear dragging him into an uneven, restless slumber, but I could not sleep, not even with the curtains drawn, not even with the doors bolted, not even with the weak old wards he

Lucas’s POV I woke in the middle of the night with the kind of sudden, violent awareness that did not come from a sound or a nightmare or even from the instincts honed into me as an alpha, but from a deeper, more primal connection, the invisible, unbreakable thread that tied me to my son, a thread that now vibrated with an emptiness so sharp and jarring that it felt as though someone had reached into my chest and pulled something vital out, leaving behind a cold, expanding hollow that made breathing feel tight and wrong, and in that first instant of consciousness, before my eyes had even fully opened, I knew with a certainty that cut down to the bone that Damon was not where he should have been.I sat up immediately, my hand gripping the edge of the bed as my pulse hammered with the kind of panic only a father could know, and for a long, tense moment I didn’t move or speak, but instead extended every sense I had, not just the physical ones sharpened by my wolf, but the unspoken, inst

Vera’s POV By the time the house settled into the warm, velvety quiet of late evening, lamps casting soft golden halos across the hardwood floors, the faint scent of dinner still curling through the air like a reminder of comfort, and the peaceful weight of a long day finally sinking into my bones, I found myself lingering in the doorway of our bedroom, watching Grant as he tugged his shirt off with the kind of tired sigh that only comes from a man carrying too much responsibility on shoulders built to bear it anyway.He didn’t see me at first, too focused on unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves, the muscles along his back flexing with that fluid strength that had always made my breath catch, not just because he was handsome, though the man was carved like a prayer answered, but because he was mine in all the ways that mattered: protector, partner, confidant, wolf, and the quiet force that steadied me when the world grew too sharp.I leaned against the doorframe, arms folded