LIANNA'S POV
"What?" Did I hear him correctly?
"Marry me." He repeated smiling. "Fuck you." I spat at him and started to walk away. "Lianna wait." He said urgently. "I tell you what I've been through and you think it's cool to make a cruel joke like this." "No, it's not that. I would never do that." "Then what the fuck do you mean by that." "I mean it, Lianna. Mate with me." I stared at him blankly. "I mean it. Think about the advantages." "Advantages? What advantages? Do you want to solve my marriage problems with another one? Am I supposed to use one brother to cancel out the other? I'm already being called a gold-digging whore and now you want me to marry the elder brother of my ex-husband who happens to be the rich former Alpha. They would bury me alive." "Only if you let them. Ethan mistreated you, I would never do that I would show them just how valuable and important you are. And even if they still didn't like you no one would dare say a negative word to you, not even Ethan himself. Think of it optimistically." "There is no optimism. I got rejected by my husband and suddenly I'm married to his brother? How did that happen?" "Love?" He shrugged with a half smile. "We'll tell them I've always loved you. It could even be the reason I left the pack. Even when we were children Ethan was always jealous of everything I had. It would be the perfect revenge against Ethan. Seeing you happy with me." That made me pause, the idea of getting revenge on Ethan. But no this was too crazy. I'm better than this. "Can I borrow your car?" I asked him. "What?" "I can’t shift. I need to borrow your car." "Will you think about what I said?" He asked as he gave me the keys. "I cannot do it, Edward." I drove out of the hotel to the house Ethan and I once shared. I was going to get my certificate and I was going to take the bar exam and pass this time. I was ready to continue my life. I parked the car and went inside. I saw them in the living room making out. She had her hand in Ethan's pants and they were moaning. I wasn't prepared for the fresh wave of pain that washed over me. "What are you doing here, bitch? You don't live here anymore." Freya said when she noticed me standing there. "I just need to get my documents and leave," I said hoping they wouldn't get in my way. "This?" Ethan dangled my brown file in his hands. "I knew you'd come for it. The only thing you ever accomplished in your miserable life." "Please just give it to me." If anything happened to it I would have to resort to begging to survive. "I could easily burn it to ashes or. . . You can get on your knees and thank me." "What? But I didn't take your money." I said confused and Freya started laughing maliciously. "You ungrateful little slut. What about all the times he's taken care of you, fed you, put a roof over your head." "I-" "And what did you give him in return? Misery and embarrassment. Get on your knees and thank him." With no other option, I sank to my knees with tears streaming down my face. "Thank you," I said to Ethan. "That wasn't enough. Thankfully I have a speech prepared for you." She squeezed a paper and threw it at me. "Pick it up and read it." I did as she said with shaky hands and fresh tears started to pour as I saw the things she wanted me to say about myself. "Go on, read it." Ethan prodded. "I am sorry that I am so ugly i made you disgusted every time you looked at me. I am sorry I trapped you into marriage because I am a whore and a gold digger just like my mother taught me to be. I am slut and I don't deserve to be happy. Thank you for feeding me and letting me live in your house even though I am worse than trash. I am happy you vomited on me. Thank you-" He flung the papers at me, cutting me short. "I don't want to hear any other thing from your mouth." I sobbed as I got back up to my feet holding my documents. "I didn't say you could stand up bitch. Crawl out." Freya smirked. I refused to listen to her and tried to run out but she caught up with me and shoved me to the floor. "I said crawl!" "Lay a finger on my fiance again and I will ruin you and everyone who knows you." The cold scary voice came from the door. I looked up and saw Edward. His eyes had gone black and his fangs were out ready to shift and attack. "Sebastian, you're back." Ethan looked so shocked. "I apologize for my friend's behaviour. She can't be your fiance, she's my mate. Darling, come here." It took a while to realize he was talking to me, Freya looked confused too. Even though Ethan was the Alpha, he looked scared. This was the first time I ever saw him scared. He was scared of Sebastian. "You're my ex-mate." I managed to say to him and he looked panicked. "I didn't just reject her, she asked for it not me." "She already told me everything you did to her," Sebastian growled as he walked towards Ethan and Ethan flew from his chair. "You're not going to believe her over your brother, are you? You're not going to believe that bitch-" He couldn't complete his sentence as Sebastian rushed to him and grabbed him by the throat. "Don't forget I made you who you are, one more word against her and I'll take everything away from you, including the air you breathe." He released and left him gasping for air. He came to me and carried me out of the place as Freya ran to help Ethan. "It's okay. He'll never hurt you again." He said when we got into the car. "You told him I was your fiance." "I'm sorry too I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone." "No, it's fine." "What do you mean?" He asked hopefully. "I'll marry you. I'll be your fake mate."Edward: I didn’t think I had ever had a good time like that in my entire goddamn life. Seated on my ridiculous golden throne, which, by the way, I had told them was unnecessary but they had insisted like it was some sacred tradition, I watched the sea of smiling faces parading before me. Everyone looked genuinely happy to see me, like they were actually proud, and for the life of me, I couldn’t even pretend to be my usual sarcastic self. The grin splitting my face was impossible to contain. It felt ridiculous, too wide, too bright, but hell if I cared. My chest was warm, my fingers were drumming lightly against the armrest in time to the soft thrum of music weaving through the air. The scent of fresh flowers... roses, gardenias, something Lianna had picked, I was sure drifted through the hall, blending with the mouth-watering smell of pastries and meat pies and the sharp tang of aged wine. A few of the Alpha Kings I was c
Edward: “How the hell is she able to be this bubbly after she almost died yesterday?” Harvey muttered, leaning forward against the iron railing of the gallery. I stood beside him, arms loosely folded, my gaze drawn down to where Lianna moved like a wildfire in silk. She was everywhere at once, barking out orders to the kitchen staff, laughing too loudly at something one of the guards said, twirling away from an apprentice who nearly dropped a tray of wine glasses at her feet. Her hair whipped behind her like a banner, her cheeks flushed with life. She looked damn good doing it too. She looked alive, radiant, and unstoppable. And that made me damn rock hard. I felt my mouth curl into a slow, uncontrollable smile. “She’s Lianna,” I said simply, voice low, almost reverent. “Death’s scared of her, not the other way around.” Harvey shook his head with a chuckle, but his eyes stayed trained on her too, like he couldn’t help himself. Ingrid’s heels clicked ag
Edward: The podium felt colder than it should have. Maybe it was just me. Hell, maybe it was the goddamn nerves humming under my skin, crackling through my bloodstream like I’d swallowed a live wire. I adjusted the heavy folds of my coat, brushing the fabric smooth with my palms. The leather was stiff under my fingertips, polished to perfection, but it didn’t ease the tension straining my spine. Harvey was a silent shadow at my back, his presence a steady weight between my shoulder blades. Good. I needed that anchor right now. The crowd before me shifted, a sea of bodies cloaked in muted colors and apprehensive whispers. I stepped forward, feeling the wood of the podium creak beneath my boots, and cleared my throat, the sound slicing through the low murmur of voices. "Good morning," I began. It was the kind of voice that made people lean in even if they didn’t trust a damn word coming out of your mouth. "I want to start by apologizing for dragging you all out here toda
Lianna: I adjusted Edward’s collar, tugging it with the kind of care a surgeon might use when slicing open a patient. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, and he stared at me like I’d just announced I was going to crown myself Empress of the Seven Kingdoms. "You know," he muttered, a lopsided smirk tugging at his mouth, "you’re acting like this is some royal wedding, not just a boring speech in the town square." I laughed under my breath, smoothing down the front of his jacket with a few sharp swipes. The fabric was rich under my palms. It was soft, expensive, and a little smug, just like him. "Oh, it is a royal wedding, Eddie," I said sweetly. "Between you, destiny, and whatever chaos we manage to unleash today." He rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might actually fall out of his head. "Should’ve known you were secretly trying to become an influencer," he grumbled. "Just this once," I quipped, giving the lapels one final, overly dramatic flourish. "I
Freya: I was deep in the middle of a very satisfying drea. It was a dream about me on a deserted island, no nagging voices, no endless plans for world domination, when the knocking started. It was persistent enough to rattle the door on its hinges. I groaned into my pillow, dragging the blanket over my head like that flimsy piece of fabric would somehow drown out the inevitable reality waiting for me on the other side. No such luck. The knocking only grew louder, like a war drum signaling my doom. "Gods," I hissed under my breath, pushing myself upright. My muscles protested. I rubbed at my eyes, feeling the crust of exhaustion scraping against my lashes. Another knock. This time, it shook the whole damn doorframe. "I'm coming!" I snapped, stumbling toward the door, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet. I yanked it open with a sharp tug, blinking against the blinding hallway light, and there she was. My mother. Standing in a fury, arms crossed so tightly
Lianna: The solar was soaked in gold. Thick streams of morning sunlight pouring through the wide windows, catching on the dust motes that floated lazily in the warm air. I curled further into the deep cushions of the settee, absently twirling the stem of my empty goblet between my fingers, feeling the slight slickness of glass warmed by my palm. Edward sat across from me, long legs sprawled out, shirt sleeves rolled up in that reckless way that always made my blood simmer. The door creaked open and one of the maids stepped in, the rustle of her skirts brushing against the polished floors. She bowed slightly. "My Lord, My Lady. The announcement has been made. About the address at the market square." I straightened, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Did they make it obvious that I wouldn’t be there?" "Yes, my Lady," she nodded briskly. "It was made clear you are away visiting family." "Perfect," I m