All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S NIGHT OF SIN : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elsa's POVThe woman in the mirror was a stranger.Red hair fell in sleek waves past my shoulders, not the warm auburn some women chose, but a deep, rich crimson that caught light like blood. My natural golden brown was gone, chemically stripped and replaced with something that screamed power instead of whispered softness.Contact lenses turned my pale green eyes to a striking amber. Makeup sharper than I'd ever worn before, contoured cheekbones, bold lips, an edge that said “don't touch” before anyone got close enough to try.I looked nothing like Elsa Andrew.That was the point."What do you think?" I turned to face Killian, who leaned against the doorframe of our apartment.Our apartment. Because somewhere in the past six months, that's what this had become. His money funded my transformation, his name gave me legitimacy, his resources opened doors.And in return, I'd agreed to marry him.A quiet courthous

Elsa's POVThe boardroom fell silent as I delivered the final blow."So to summarize, gentlemen, you can either accept my client's offer of sixty million, or we proceed to litigation where I'll personally ensure you lose not just this case, but your professional reputations." I closed my leather portfolio with a decisive snap. "I have documentation of every illegal practice, every violated regulation, every corner you've cut over the past decade. By the time I'm done, you won't just lose the company. You'll be facing criminal charges."The three men across the table looked like I'd slapped them. The lead negotiator, some pompous executive who'd walked in convinced his legal team could intimidate me, had gone pale."You're bluffing," he said, but his voice wavered.I smiled coldly "Try me."Five minutes later, they signed.Sixty million dollars for my client, plus a non-disclosure agreement that would keep their dirty secrets buried. E

Elsa's POVThe Meridian Industries deal closed at 3:47 PM.Eighteen million dollars for my client, complete dissolution of their competitor's patent claim, and an NDA so ironclad that no one would ever know what really happened behind closed doors.Another win. Another step closer to the power I needed.I gathered my briefcase, shook hands with the opposing counsel, a man who'd walked in confident and left looking like I'd stripped him to the bones, and headed for the exit.My reflection caught in the building's glass doors. Red hair perfectly styled, sharp charcoal suit, amber contact lenses that made my eyes look nothing like the pale green Riguel had once traced with his fingertips. The scent-masking perfume I wore was expensive, supernatural-grade, completely buried any trace of my wolf.I looked nothing like Elsa Andrew.I was Selma Hartley. Successful, powerful and untouchable.And today, I was in the same city as my sons

Elsa's POVI made it to my car before completely falling apart.The parking garage was mostly empty, concrete and shadows, nobody to witness Selma Hartley's careful composure crumbling into Elsa Andrew's grief.I gripped the steering wheel with shaking hands and let the sobs come.I'd held Noah's shoulders. Felt his bones beneath my palms, solid and real and alive. He'd grown so much, taller, leaner, becoming a young man instead of the eight-year-old I'd lost.And he'd said I smelled like Mama's flowers.Like some part of him recognized me through the disguise, through the five years, through death itself.My baby. My quiet, sensitive Noah who still dreamed about me.And Luca. Gods, Luca's voice had gotten deeper. The way he'd moved through the crowd searching, purposeful, protective, already so much the Alpha he'd someday become.Mateo with his easy confidence, his concern for his father, the glimpses of the joyful chil

Elsa's POV The coffee shop was all polished concrete and muted ambient noise, the perfect neutral backdrop for a performance. I sat across a small, marble-topped table from the man I had spent five years learning to hate, the man I was certain tried to kill me, and the man who, infuriatingly, still had the power to make my heart flutter like a trapped bird.​Torture and triumph, the two emotions warred constantly, tightening the knot beneath my ribs until it felt like a steel vise.​Riguel Earnhardt looked exactly as I had analyzed him, successful, impeccably dressed in a suit that cost more than my first year of law school tuition, and radiating an effortless, dangerous competence. His scent, the familiar, intoxicating mix of cedar, snow, and Alpha power, was a brutal assault on my senses. I had layered my disguise with a specific, unscented perfume, a tactic Killian had made me addicted to, but even that couldn't block the p