Semua Bab THE ALPHA'S NIGHT OF SIN : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Riguel’s POV I knew exactly where to find him. Men like Killian Hartley weren’t hard to track. They liked to pretend they were ghosts — too refined, too clever, too clean to leave a trail. But power always leaves something behind. A scent. A whisper. A weakness. His stank of expensive scotch, old money, and carefully buried sins. The club on Fifth Street, that’s where they always went. A nest for predators in suits. Hidden behind black glass and velvet ropes, like secrecy itself had a price tag. I walked in knowing exactly what I’d find, men pretending they owned the world, trading it one piece at a time. I’d spent a week mapping his life. His contacts, his dirty money, his skeletons. I knew what he ate, who he fucked, when he lied. Men like him thought they were untouchable, but all it took was the right kind of silence to hear them breathing. The doorman tried to stop me. “Members only,” he said, too polite to be real. “I’m meeting Killian Hartley.” My voice was steady, low. “

Riguel’s POV I shouldn’t be here. Man, I really shouldn’t. I told myself I was giving her space. Respecting her boundaries. Showing her I’d changed. Yeah, right. That was a lie. Because here I am again, standing beside my car like some pathetic stalker, parked across the street, staring at her goddamn house. At that light in the window. Her window. I know it’s hers. I figured that out after three nights of this crap. Light goes off around midnight. Every night. And tonight it’s already dark. I should just drive away. Go back to the stupid hotel. Pretend I’m not who I am. Pretend I’m not obsessed. But I can’t. I can’t fucking move. Three years. Three years of searching, waiting, hating myself, wondering if she was okay. And now that I’ve found her, what? I’m supposed to just… leave? The bond’s still there. Weak as hell, but there. Like a nail hammered into my chest that I can’t pull out. I finally decide to leave, finally, when the door opens. And then she walks out.

Riguel’s POVWeek three, and I still didn’t know how this became my life. Every Saturday at two, I stood in that park like some guy waiting for a miracle. And every Saturday, Elsa’s car pulled in and I got those two hours with my boys.My boys.It still hit me in the chest every time I said it in my head.The day was warm, weirdly warm for November. The boys threw their jackets somewhere and just ran off, yelling, laughing, climbing. They were chaos in tiny bodies, but watching them… it did something to me.Luca was exactly how Elsa described. Sharp-eyed. Protective. He watched me like he was waiting for me to screw up. I didn’t blame him. Someone had to make sure I didn’t fall back into being the guy she told him about.Then—“Dad! Watch this!”Dad.Every time I heard it, something in me broke and healed at the same time.Mateo jumped off the stupid slide like he had death insurance. He rolled, stood, grinned like he won an award.“That was great!” I yelled back. “Just… maybe don’t j

Elsa’s POVHe showed up the next morning.I barely slept. Every tiny sound made me jump. I kept the boys home from school because I didn’t trust Killian not to pull something. I was making breakfast when the doorbell rang, and my stomach just… dropped.I checked the peephole and there he was. Sober and calm, in his perfect suit. Like nothing happened. And somehow that felt worse than the drunken rage.“Boys, go to your room,” I said.“But Mama—”“Now. Please.”Luca led his brothers to their room, but he kept glancing back at me, scared.I opened the door with the chain still on. “What do you want?”“To apologize,” Killian said, all smooth and controlled. “I was drunk. I said things I didn’t mean. Let me in so we can talk properly.”Everything in me said don’t. “We have nothing to talk about.”“I think we do.” He lifted a tablet. “And I’d rather not have this conversation through a door.”I undid the

Riguel’s POVThe letter came on a random Tuesday. No warning. Just sitting there in the mailbox with the official seal like it owned the place.I stared at it longer than I should’ve. My coffee went cold in my hand. Out the kitchen window, Elsa was in the yard with the boys, trying to keep Mateo from killing himself with his “cartwheel.” They were all laughing. She looked… happy. Peaceful. Like she finally had room to breathe.We have been here for two months. Two months of something that actually felt like a life. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last.I opened the letter anyway.It was short. Cold. Straight from the Council:Thirty days to present your heirs and Luna or step down.This isn’t a request.I read it a few times. It didn’t get easier.Thirty days. Either prove my family exists or lose everything I’d spent years holding together.Except… I