Semua Bab Alpha’s Dark Redemption : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Jonathan's POVBlackwood's place was as predictably sterile as the man himself—high-gloss marble in the foyer, gold accents everywhere, not an ounce of personality in the entire mausoleum. Even the air was cold, like he'd figured out a way to refrigerate the oxygen to chill off his guests before he even had to look at them. I stepped into the atrium with the sort of flourish I knew would make the help anxious, my boots echoing on the stone like gunshots.I didn’t bother to announce myself. If you’re going to insult a man’s hospitality, you may as well let him catch you in the act. I tossed my coat at a startled maid, nearly bowling her over with the force of my disregard, then made a beeline for the grand staircase that split the entrance like the jaws of some ancient beast.The house was full of the usual empty aristocrat chatter, which I cut through with a smile that showed every tooth. I made no detours, didn’t linger to chat with some hollow-eyed diplomat, or exchange thinly veile

LucasSelina sauntered over, glass shards glittering in her palm, and crouched in front of me, her thighs spreading just enough for me to glimpse the slick wetness between her legs. Her scent hit me like a fist.She put her face close to mine. “You can either hate me for what I did, or you can admit you want me, Lucas. But pick one.”My tongue was thick in my mouth. I could taste her, and I hated how much I craved it. I did this because I thought she was going to be soft on things after moving here, that I would get a chance with her. Fix things, but no, I dug my own fucking grave because Selina hates me.“You think I want you after this?” I spat, gesturing at her, at Jonathan.She shrugged. “You never stopped wanting me. I can smell it.” She pressed her palm to my chest, sticky with her own blood. “But you had your chance, Lucas. And you threw me away.”Jonathan watched, his eyes bright. He didn’t get it. He never would. I mean, he's human, but I don't buy that human shit.“Why him?”

Selina's POVThe cold in Lucas’s house hit different. It seeped, like the echo of an insult, through the double-glazed glass and steel, curling up from the white marble under my bare feet. I sat at the foot of the guest room bed—my bed now, I guessed, since my own apartment had been torched to hell—and watched the city smear itself against the dawn. A dull bruise of orange and gray pressed the skyline, the sun struggling to make it through the exhaust and anxiety that ran this city.I could still smell Jonathan on my skin. The scent was cut through with Lucas’s aftershave—a rich, surgical kind of clean that lingered on sheets and doorknobs and the insides of my elbows. Even the bathroom soap was branded, bespoke, and aggressive. Every corner of this place broadcasts his presence, a silent intercom of power. It would have felt like luxury, if not for the knowledge that I was here on borrowed patience. Lucas was the last thing between me and a shallow grave, or at least unemployment so

Selina’s POVI wasn’t expecting her. Not tonight. Not now.But when Vera walked into my temporary office at the Blackwood estate—wearing a crisp blazer, sharp heels, and no-nonsense energy cloaked in sisterhood—I knew something was off. Not from the way she entered. No, that was Vera. Controlled. Unapologetic. Calculated. It was her eyes.There was fire behind them. Not the kind that burns everything down.The kind that burns everything clean.“You have five minutes,” I said, already feeling my stomach tighten.Vera closed the door behind her and leaned against it, arms crossed.“This isn’t a five-minute conversation.”I leaned back in the leather chair, letting out a slow breath. “Then start talking.”She didn’t move right away. Just watched me, as if trying to gauge how deep the knife would need to go. One thing is, ever since she found out Grant is her mate, it's like she has some sort of supernatural powers. She has changed a lot, and that is starting to scare me a bit.Finally, s

Jonathan’s POVI barely stepped through the damn door before her mouth opened.“Ah, the clingy chewing gum is back,” Vera said, arms crossed, standing at the edge of the living room like she owned the place.I froze.For half a breath—maybe less—my instincts flared. Vampire speed surged up my spine, ancient and lethal, ready to flash me across the room and shut her up the permanent way. My foot twitched forward.Then I stopped.Control. I was playing human. Remember?So I straightened my coat instead and looked at her—really looked. This little human has too much sass and too little fear. She wasn’t just poking the bear. She was baiting a predator she didn’t understand.I smiled. Cold. Sharp. The kind of smile I used before I drained someone dry.“Careful,” I said, voice low. “You say something that stupid again, and I might forget I’m supposed to be polite.”Vera didn’t even blink. “Oh, I’m shaking,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Tell me again how Selina’s life wouldn’t be complete wi