Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lucas’s POVI gave her time. Not because I was patient. But because I wanted her to squirm. To think she was still in control. To lie in her silk sheets at night and tell herself she hadn’t felt her thighs clench the second my voice landed between them.She needed time to struggle. To wrestle with the truth. To remember what it meant to be mine. To remember whats its like to be filled by an actual cock, not some weak ass human dick!But now? Time’s up. Time is up Sel, I am coming for what’s mine. The next gallery opening was in Tribeca — minimalist, high-profile, an invitation-only crowd dripping in curated boredom and curated wealth. She would be there. I knew it the moment I saw the guest list, because this kind of stage was where Selina played best — high heels, high stakes, and just enough distance between herself and everyone else to maintain the illusion of detachment.But detachment is a lie, and I was done letting her pretend. I was done letting that human thing have my cunt.

Lucas’s POVIt wasn’t about the boy. I don’t care if the boy belongs to that human, but one thing I know she belonged to me. The boy has nothing that belonged to a Blackwood but Selina does. I knew that now. I’d stared at him — really looked — and there was nothing. No pull. No scent. No spark of recognition that came from the bond we never spoke of but always felt. I watched him from across the street, walking hand-in-hand with Jonathan, that polished human placeholder Selina paraded like he’d earned her.The boy wasn’t mine. And I didn’t care. Because I hadn’t come to take back a child. I came to take her and now, I wanted blood.I stood at the edge of the rooftop, wind slicing across my jaw like razors, the city beneath me glittering and shallow. My phone buzzed in my pocket — one of my advisors, no doubt, with some urgent development in a merger or a crisis at one of our offshore holdings.I let it ring. The world could wait. Tonight, I was thinking about him. Jonathan, her idiot

Lucas’s POVI wasn’t thinking about the child. I wasn’t thinking about what might’ve been.I was thinking about the man — the human — who touched her like he had the right. Who walked beside her, smiling like a king beside a queen, not knowing he was one misstep away from becoming prey.Jonathan. His name didn’t belong in her mouth.His breath didn’t belong near her skin. Hell, his dick shouldn’t be inside the pussy that should be mine. And his heart? It didn’t deserve to keep beating.But I didn’t attack. Not that I wouldn’t, at least not yet.War isn’t won by rushing the battlefield. It’s won by knowing the terrain.And Selina? She’s terrain I’ve mapped in heat, in hurt, and in history.She thinks she’s unreadable. But I’ve read her body when it begged. I knew she wanted to fuck me that day. I’ve read her silence when it screamed. I’ve read her eyes when she lied.And right now, her eyes are lying to her boyfriend, not me. She wants me, not him. His dick can’t do what mine does and

Lucas’s POVI hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Sleep was for men at peace. For Alphas who didn’t have the ghost of a mate living in their mind like a fire they couldn’t smother.Selina wasn’t just in my head. She was under it. Threaded through every fractured thought, every breath, every move I made.And it wasn’t just obsession. It was worse. It was recognition. I stood on the balcony of my private estate at dawn, staring down at the forest like it owed me answers.It didn’t give any.Neither did the bottle of whiskey I hadn’t touched since before I rejected her. I was trying to remind myself who I used to be before she came back—before that kiss she gave her human toy in front of me like I was nothing.But that version of me was gone. And what replaced it? Didn’t care about restraint anymore. She thought she’d pushed me to the edge. She had no idea I built the damn cliff.I wasn’t going to ruin Jonathan. Not anymore. That would be too easy. And easy? That was never worthy of her. She wanted

Selina’s POVThe scent of him still clung to the air. Dark. Familiar and fucking suffocating. I stared at the crushed black rose in my hand, its petals torn and streaked with soil. His parting words echoed like poison through my veins, corrosive and unwanted.You’ll never love him the way you loved me. Because your soul already chose.My fingers tightened around the stem until a thorn pierced the skin, and blood bloomed against my palm. I welcomed the sting. It reminded me I was still in control. Still standing.But only just.He’d looked at me like I was still his. He’d spoken to me like nothing had changed—as if five years of silence, of agony, of abandonment, meant nothing.And damn him! Damn him for making part of me feel like nothing had changed, too.By the time I returned to the city, night had fallen. Vera was waiting in the penthouse, tablet in hand, eyes cool and sharp.“He was there, wasn’t he?” She asked without looking up.“He left a rose,” I said, tossing the crushed ste