All Chapters of Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Selina’s POVSleep had once been my only escape, my temporary reprieve from a world that demanded I be steel and venom, unshaken and unburned, but now, even the sanctuary of dreams had turned against me, twisting into a landscape of fog and shadow where peace could not reach me and silence had teeth.I didn’t sleep; I drifted, descended, and sank. And every time my eyes closed, I ended up in the same place—not a memory, not a fantasy, but something older and more primal than either. A forest, and it was always the same.Silent and silvered with moonlight that cut like a blade across the trees, every branch reaching like skeletal hands, every gust of wind laced with ash and honey, a scent that had no right to comfort me but did—because it was his. Lucas. And he was always waiting.Never speaking, never moving. He was just there.A silhouette carved in ice and smoke, watching me from a distance he never crossed—and I hated how part of me waited for him to move, hated how part of me wish

Lucas’s POVIt should have been a moment of clarity, a reunion forged by truth and closure, but instead, it was chaos bound in silence—the silence that bloomed the instant she said the words I had never prepared myself to hear, the words that unraveled every bone-deep certainty I’d clung to like armor."He's yours."Two words.Two fucking words that tore the floor out from under me and left my world spinning in a vortex I couldn’t escape.Selina stood there, hands clenched at her sides, her chin high but her eyes glassy, and the moment the air between us turned electric with those words, I knew there would be no going back.Everything she had ever hidden—everything she had swallowed in silence—had just detonated in the middle of my office.And all I could do was stare at her.I stepped away from her, slowly at first, like my own limbs were struggling to obey commands that used to be second nature. My hand flew to my mouth, fingers pressing hard against my lips like they could trap the

Lucas’s POVI had spent the morning in silence, staring out at the woods from the edge of my territory, the memory of Selina’s voice playing on an endless loop in the back of my mind, like a needle stuck on the same aching lyric in a song that refuses to end. I had run. I had screamed. I had wrestled with the beast inside me until we both bled, but nothing brought peace. Nothing untangled the snarl of fury, confusion, and something dangerously close to hope that her words had left behind.So I did the only thing left that made sense. I went to her.The penthouse was in the city, a place I rarely ventured, a world built of concrete and control, glass and distance. I hated it. It smelled like artifice, like humans masking their rot with perfume and polished stone. But her scent was here, woven into every surface, and when I stood outside her door, something in my chest tightened—not in rage, but in recognition, as if some part of me had always known I’d come back here eventually, even i

Lucas’s POVThe city never sleeps, but it breathes slower after midnight—its heartbeat softened, its pulse quieter, its shadows a little darker, a little thicker, as if waiting to be broken open by something that doesn’t belong. And that’s exactly what I was—a ghost stepping into the mortal world, stalking a scent that didn’t belong to it, wearing the kind of purpose that doesn’t waver, doesn’t pause, and certainly doesn’t ask permission to burn everything in its path.It had been a month.Thirty fucking days since Damon disappeared. Since the earth cracked open and swallowed the one piece of me that mattered. Since the scent of him was ripped from my world like flesh from bone. Since Selina stood there and told me what I should’ve known—that he was mine. And in all that time, I hadn’t stopped hunting.I had memorized the man’s posture, his gait, and the unnatural way he avoided every camera lens without ever breaking stride. I didn’t know his name, but I knew his skill. He was traine

Lucas’s POVThe moment the wind shifted, I knew.It wasn’t logic, It wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t even scent, not at first. It was instinct—raw and screaming—like every molecule of my blood turned toward the same direction at once, pointing east like a compass forged from something older than flesh. Something primal. Something that whispered: ‘He’s near.’I had been running for hours. Not blindly—not like before when rage had blurred the edges of my vision and all I could see was Selina’s face, her silence, her betrayal—but with focus now. Purpose. The woods stretched endlessly before me, shadows moving like beasts between the trees, but I saw through all of it. My wolf, once fractured and howling inside me, was silent now—but not because he was gone. He was watching. Calculating. Poised like a blade waiting to strike.And the air told us where to go.A trace. Not blood. Not even fear.But something smaller, more delicate. The way a memory lingers in a child’s room, in a worn t-shirt,