Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lucas’s POVI didn’t remember the miles that passed beneath my feet, the cold wind against my skin, or the way the night air bit into the blood crusted on my arms. I didn’t feel the sting where my claws had split through flesh or the burn in my muscles from the run that should have broken me.I remembered his weight and his warmth.I remembered the soft, steady sound of his breath as his small body went limp with exhaustion, trusting me the way no one had trusted me in years.And I remembered the way the city lights rose on the horizon, like the promise of something I couldn’t name—something that made my chest ache in a way no fight, no victory, no kingdom ever had.When I reached the penthouse, I didn’t hesitate. I just moved—through the lobby, past the startled guards who didn’t dare stop me, up the elevator that felt too slow, down the hall that felt too long.And then I was there. At her door. My hand hovered over the knob for a breath, for a heartbeat, for a lifetime, and then I

Selina The night stretched on, heavy and endless, the minutes dripping by like water from a cracked faucet, slow and steady and maddening in their refusal to bring relief. Vera stayed, as I knew she would, her presence a quiet strength at my side, her hand resting on my shoulder as I stared out over the city from the wide windows of the penthouse, Damon asleep in my arms, his warmth the only thing keeping the cold at bay.We didn’t speak much. There were no words left that could soothe the ache in my chest, no reassurances that wouldn’t ring hollow in the face of what had happened, what was still happening. But her being there—that meant more than any words ever could. She understood, without me having to say it, that I was standing at the edge of something I didn’t know how to face, and she stood with me, silent and steady, the way she always had.“He’s going to come back,” I said at last, my voice low, almost lost to the hum of the city beyond the glass. “Lucas. He’s going to come

Lucas’s POVThe air inside the gala felt thicker now, like the weight of all the lies and games and secrets packed into this single room had finally become too much for the marble walls to hold. I watched Jonathan move through the crowd with Selina at his side, his hand grazing her arm too often, his smile too smooth, too confident, and every fiber of me burned with the urge to cross the floor, to tear him apart with my bare hands, to drag him outside where no one could see how easily I could break him. But I waited. I watched. Because rage was easy—but precision, precision was what would bring me what I wanted.I moved along the perimeter of the room, my gaze never leaving them, my wolf’s hearing tuned to catch every word, every breath, every false laugh. I saw the way Selina kept just enough distance between them to make it clear she wasn’t his, but not enough to stop him from pretending. I saw the way Jonathan glanced at me once, just once, as if he could feel my stare cutting thro

Grant’s POVBy the time I made it back to Lucas, the night was heavy with the kind of silence that makes a man’s skin crawl—the weight of unsaid things, the tension before the storm breaks. I found him where I knew he’d be, high above the city’s hum, alone on the balcony of his penthouse, staring out at the skyline like it might surrender answers if he glared hard enough.He didn’t look at me when I stepped up beside him. Didn’t have to. He’d felt me coming. His senses were as sharp as mine, maybe sharper tonight, because his blood was up, and his wolf was too close to the surface to ignore.“Report,” he said, low and clipped, as if the word itself tasted bitter.I took a breath, steady and measured, because what I had to say wasn’t easy, and I knew it wouldn’t sit well.“I followed him. Both nights. The first night was clean, as I told you before. Too clean. He made no calls, no contact, and no wrong turns. He moved like he had nothing to hide, which made me trust him less, because n

Selina’s POVThe night air burned in my lungs, sharp and cold as I ran—bare feet slamming against the pavement, glass slicing my soles, blood mixing with the rain that had started to fall as if the sky itself grieved for what I’d done—but none of it mattered, not the pain, not the dark streets flashing past me, not the shocked faces of passersby who scattered out of my way as I sprinted through the city’s veins like a ghost desperate to outrun its sins.I didn’t think. I couldn’t. The bond had seized hold of me, wrapping around my heart like chains, dragging me after him—not because I was noble, not because I deserved to follow—but because no matter what I’d done, no matter how I’d betrayed him in that office, no matter how I’d let another man touch what was never meant for anyone else, he was still my mate, and when he fell, when he ran, when he bled rage into the night, I felt it tear through me like fire through dry grass.I shifted without thinking—body snapping, bones cracking, t