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Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter sixty one
Edward: The cold air of the night pricked my skin, its crispness biting at my skin as I strolled through the palace grounds. It was strange that even I could feel cold at all. Sleep had been elusive, a shadow I couldn’t catch, leaving me restless. My mind spun with strategies, contingencies, and the idea of responsibilities that refused to lessen as time passed. The sound of gravel crunching beneath my boots was a steady rhythm, one that couldn’t drown out the chaos in my thoughts. Ethan’s decision to marry Imogen had been a calculated move, but I knew it would ripple outward, driving Freya into a frenzy. She was predictable in her unpredictability, and I had no doubt she would act out. Anticipating this, I had stationed Elias, one of my most trusted guards, to watch her. Elias wasn’t just any guard. He was a shadow in the truest sense, a master of concealment. He could shift his form into darkness itself, rendering him almost invisible. His heartbeat was so faint it was impe
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*CHAPTER 62* Lianna: The sharp sound of the door swinging open startled me so much that I instinctively leaned into Edward. His grip on my arm was immediate, firm yet steadying. My heart pounded in my chest as the guard stepped into the room, his face shadowed by urgency. Edward’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “What is it?” he asked, his tone low and commanding. The guard’s breaths came in ragged gulps as if he’d been running for miles. “My lord,” he began, bowing his head slightly, “the woman… she seemed intimate with the man. It wasn’t just a meeting.” My eyebrows shot up, confusion swirling in my mind. Woman? Man? Who were they talking about? My gaze darted to Edward, whose face had darkened, his jaw tight. “Anything else?” Edward asked, his voice calm, though I could sense the storm brewing beneath the surface. The guard shook his head. “No, my lord. That’s all I could gather.” Edward dismissed him with a wave, and the guard slipped ou
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Lianna: The morning light crept into my room through the sheer curtains, bathing everything in a soft glow. But instead of feeling the usual pull to start the day, I remained tangled in my sheets, staring at the ceiling. There was a tightness in my chest, as if the events of last night had left a weight there, pressing down into my chest with every breath. I turned onto my side, pulling the blankets closer. Maybe if I stayed here long enough, the day would pass without me having to see Edward. I wasn’t sure I could face him after the awkward exchange in the kitchen. The thought of his probing eyes, his knowing smile, made my stomach twist uncomfortably. With a sigh, I let my eyes close again, convincing myself that another hour—or two—of sleep would do me good When I opened my eyes again, it was to the sound of the door creaking open. I blinked groggily as Ingrid’s familiar figure entered, her sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “You’re still in bed?” she asked,
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Freya: I woke up tired. Really tired. My head ached, a dull throb that came from a night of restless plotting and sneaking about. I shifted in bed, the silk of my nightgown cool against my skin. Beside me, Ethan was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythms. I smirked faintly, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. He had no idea what I’d done last night. The ether—an odorless, potent concoction I’d acquired through some very specific means—had kept him in a dreamless slumber. Even now, his face seemed unusually pale, and there was a subtle tick in his jaw. When he finally stirred, his eyes fluttered open, bleary and unfocused. He groaned, bringing a hand to his temple. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feigning concern. He sat up slowly, his movements sluggish. “I feel… strange,” he admitted, his voice rougher than usual. “My head feels heavy, and it’s like I’m moving through water. Even my limbs feel slow.” I leaned in, resting a hand on his arm.
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Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin. I adjusted the hem of my dress, the silk gliding smoothly between my fingers. It was a soft blue today, simple but elegant, the kind of thing that suited a future queen. My engagement to Ethan had finally been solidified, but my heart was still wary. A man like him—so indecisive —would always have his doubts. And I knew I would forever be walking the line between being his choice and being his burden. I
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Lianna: The sound of hooves thudding against the earth was steady, almost hypnotic, as Edward and I rode side by side. The forest around us was alive, a symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The scent of pine mixed with the faint aroma of wildflowers, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in fractured beams that painted the path ahead. Edward glanced at me, his expression unreadable at first, but then his lips curved into a smile that hinted at something unspoken. "What do you say we take a different route?" he asked, his voice casual but laced with intrigue. I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes slightly. "What route?" He gestured to a narrow trail veering off from the main path, half-hidden by overgrown ferns. It looked untouched, almost secret. “It leads to a place I think you’ll enjoy.” The uncertainty in me stirred, but his confidence quelled it almost immediately. Edward was many things—arrogant,
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Lianna: The blanket beneath me was soft against the grass, the rich hues of the sunset reflecting in the still waters of Lunaris Spring. The sky was a masterpiece of fiery orange and soft pink, streaked with hints of lavender and gold. I leaned back, letting my fingers trace absent patterns over the fabric of the picnic blanket. Beside me, Edward sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon as though the sunset had cast its spell on him too. “I’ve always loved sunsets,” I murmured, my voice breaking the gentle hum of the crickets around us. “They make me feel… hope. Like no matter what happens during the day, it all ends in beauty.” Edward shifted slightly, turning his attention to me. “Hope,” he echoed, the word lingering on his lips as if tasting its weight. I nodded, my eyes still on the horizon. “Look at the colors. The oranges remind me of warmth, safety, like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold night. The pinks feel tender, like love that’s soft and quiet. And the pur
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Lianna: The tremor in my hands hadn’t stopped since he got rid of the body. but Edward seemed unbothered, his casual demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos in my chest. How could he act so nonchalantly after what had just happened? A rogue had lunged at me—teeth bared, eyes wild—and he brushed it off as if it were a regular occurrence. He crouched near the picnic spot, packing the last remnants of our impromptu meal into the basket. The soft rustling of fabric and clinking of utensils was a good distraction, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the attack over and over again. My heart still raced at the memory of its guttural growl. “Are you seriously not worried about what just happened?” My voice cracked, betraying the calm façade I was trying to hold onto. Edward stood, brushing the dirt off his hands. “Rogues attack from time to time,” he said with a shrug, his tone almost dismissive. “It’s nothing new.” He turned to look at me, his jaw tight but his eyes steady. “As t
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Lianna: The morning light was shy, barely bleeding through the velvet curtains when I cracked my eyes open. I didn’t need a clock to know what day it was. My chest already felt like it was caving in. The air hung heavy, saturated with that stale chill that often preceded sorrow. A mourning fog rolled outside our window like some prophetic omen, brushing ghostlike tendrils across the glass. Edward hadn’t moved beside me. His breath rose and fell in shallow waves, his hand still loosely curled around mine like he feared I’d disappear in my sleep. I shifted slowly, brushing a thumb over his knuckles. We were going to banish his brother. I sat up and pulled the duvet around me, the fabric swishing softly against my bare skin. My toes hit the floor with a shiver, the marble tiles beneath me as merciless as the decisions we had to make today. My robe hung at the edge of the armchair, still draped from the night before. I sl
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Freya: The night felt too loud for how quiet it was. Crickets whined in the grass like tiny, angry violins, and the wind kept slipping through the cracked wooden shutters, brushing cool air against my bare arms like an unwelcome ghost. I was lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers I’d been chasing in circles. My bed creaked with the slightest shift, the old mattress groaning beneath the weight of my body. I shouldn't have come back here. I shouldn’t have returned to this house. I shouldn’t have ever listened to her. My chest ached. That tight, slow burn of regret that started somewhere beneath my ribs and dragged itself up to my throat like it had claws. I reached up and rubbed the heel of my palm against my eyes, trying to stop the tears that had already found their way to my pillow. My face was warm, wet. I could taste salt. My breath shuddered on the exhale. “I didn’t want this,” I whispered into the room, voice barely audible over
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Edward: The eggs Tarantino made were, as he warned me, an absolute disaster. But the bread was warm, and it was good enough to make me forget about the burnt rubber taste of the eggs. We ate in silence, only the scraping of silverware and the occasional sip of coffee filling the air. My mind wasn’t exactly on the food anyway; it was stuck on the conversation we’d had earlier. Tarantino was right, of course. Everything happens for a reason. I could hear the words repeating in my head, like a stubborn echo bouncing off the walls. But as much as I wanted to believe him, that sentiment did nothing to ease the weight in my chest. Nothing could change the fact that I was sending my brother into exile, to a life without the Pack, without me, without any of the privileges that came with being a royal. But I couldn’t just let the sorrow flood over me, not in front of Tarantino. Not in front of the only person who still seemed to see me for more than just my title. So I swallowe
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Edward: The drive was long, and Harvey wouldn’t stop humming that off-key tune under his breath like he was trying to win some invisible award for irritation. I didn’t say anything because well, silence stretching between us felt safer than opening my mouth and letting all the tangled thoughts spill out. My jaw ached from clenching it too tight. My nails had dug half-moons into my palm by the time we pulled into the small, quiet Pack territory that felt like the world had forgotten it. “I remember this place being a dusty excuse of a town,” I muttered, eyes flicking over the paved roads and fresh buildings. “Now look at it. They have actual sidewalks. I should’ve sent Ethan here for humility training.” Harvey chuckled but didn’t comment. Smart choice. It’d been years since I last came here. I was just a boy, clinging to my father’s hand while he laughed and pointed at the bakery with the awful scones and the house with the broken weather vane that somehow never got
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Lianna: The palace had never been this quiet. Not even during the former Alpha's father’s funeral, when the halls were draped in black silk and everyone spoke in whispers like mourning had a volume limit. No. This silence was different. It hung in the air like a mist, curling around the columns, sliding under doors, seeping into my skin like cold. I sat on the balcony, elbows on the marble balustrade, chin resting against the back of my hand. My eyes drifted somewhere beyond the courtyard, past the rustling hedges and the guards stationed like statues, to a place I couldn’t name. The sky was pale and slow today, the clouds dragging their feet like even they couldn’t be bothered to hurry. A soft breeze combed through my hair, lifting strands across my face, and I didn’t bother to tuck them behind my ear. Ingrid was beside me, her legs propped up on the ornate table, scrolling through her phone like it held the cure to this numbness
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Ethan: The moment Edward’s footsteps faded from the dungeon, I felt my chest constrict. I was alone. And not in the usual way where I sought solitude; this time, I felt like I was suffocating. I collapsed to my knees, the cold, damp floor seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My tears came in torrents, hot and bitter, an unforgiving reminder of everything I had lost, everything I had thrown away. There was no one left to blame but myself. I didn’t even care how pathetic I looked at this moment. All I wanted was the sting of reality to fade, even if only for a second so I could catch a sense of monetary relief. The memories of my life before all this pain before Freya, before Lianna, before the twisted path I had walked flashed through my mind like a parade of ghosts. I remembered how everything had been so simple back then. It was supposed to be me and Lianna, always. We had a bond, a bond that nothing could break, or so
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Edward: The echo of my boots against the marble hallway was all I could hear as I stepped out of the study, my hand still clenched from how tightly I’d been gripping the edge of the desk moments ago. My jaw ached from how tightly I was clenching it, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not now. I told myself I wasn’t going to interfere. I promised Lianna I wouldn’t. But promises made in the eye of a storm rarely stand when the wind changes. And gods, it changed. The moment the elders started screaming over each other like a pack of senile hounds, all clamoring for blood, I had to shut them up. I didn’t even remember raising my voice until the silence hit. Until they all turned to me, and I, like a damn fool, spoke the decree. Now my baby brother would be banished to the Drekavac Hollow, and somehow, my voice had sealed it. The air grew colder the deeper I went, but I barely noticed. My fingers brushed the stone walls out of
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Edward: My journey from the courtroom to my study was a tumultuous one. I fought back tears I hadn't shed in years. Hell, I fought the urge to turn on my feed and go back to the court to change my mind over what I had said concerning Ethan, but that was futile. The judgement had been made and as bad as it made me feel, I had to be rational. I had to embrace reality and see Ethan for who he really was beyond my brother. I slammed the door behind me harder than I meant to. The sound echoed off the tall bookshelves like a gavel dropped by the gods. I’d always found comfort in this room. In its silence and its order, but today it felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. I could easily just step back out and take a walk or even go horse riding, but I knew it wasn't going to take away that terrible misery that was keeping me company right now. Which meant running away from whatever I was feeling wasn't the cure to my pain. I ran a hand through my hair, pacing a
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Lianna: The air in the hall was suffocating, tight, pressing against every corner of my skin like the heat of a blacksmith's forge. The walls of the courtroom seemed to close in the moment I stepped in, hand in hand with Edward. I could feel his grip tighten slightly, almost imperceptibly, as our eyes fell on the man seated at the center of the gathering. Ethan. His gaze landed on us and didn’t waver. But I saw it. That subtle shift in his posture. The way his spine straightened, like the presence of our united front had finally forced him to understand that his days of immunity were over. Good. I wanted him to feel that fear. I wanted him to sit with it. We took our seats as murmurs spread through the chamber. Some voices were hushed, others hissed outright with emotion. The elders looked especially tense. Some wwr already whispering amongst themselves, robes rustling as they fidgeted, eyes darting between one another. An elder rose. He was tall and lean, his
