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Lianna: The second I crossed the threshold into our chambers, I felt him. Heat. Presence. Edward. Before I could even turn, his arms snaked around my waist, and in one swift, effortless motion, I was off the ground. My feet left the cold marble with a surprised gasp, but he didn’t give me a second to catch it. His mouth was on mine, devouring and hungry, as if the taste of me had been haunting him for days. Maybe it had. His tongue swept in with a demand I couldn’t deny, and I clutched his shoulders as his body pressed me hard against the door. I was already melting. “What…” I started to say, breathless, but he groaned low and deep into my mouth before dragging his lips down my throat. “What are you—” “You know exactly what,” he growled. “You did that on purpose.” I smirked, threading my fingers into his thick, dark hair as he licked a hot line along my jaw. “Did what?” His hands cupped my ass through the thin silk of my dress and squeezed hard enough to ma
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Freya: The sky was unusually clear. The kind of cloudless blue that made the edges of everything seem more real than they ought to be. I wiped the back of my wrist across my damp forehead and sighed. I pushed the old mower across the brittle grass with a grunt, feeling the rhythmic thud of its wheels catching on stones, the faint metallic squeal each time the blades hit something tough. I didn’t mind the noise. It drowned out my thoughts. Then I heard something else. Tires crunching over gravel. I straightened immediately. No one we knew drove a car that sounded that refined. Certainly not out here. My fingers slackened on the mower handle, and it gave a rusty groan as it tipped slightly forward. I didn’t have to ask who it was. My bones knew before my mind could accept it. The black car eased to a stop, sunlight gleaming hard against the polished surface. I didn’t breathe. Not when the door swung open with a low thunk, not when his long legs appeared beneath the d
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Freya: The road stretched ahead of us in lazy curves, the kind of quiet stretch that made the world feel smaller. Trees lined both sides, their skeletal branches clawing at the dull sky like desperate hands, and the hum of the tires on the old asphalt was the only real sound between us for a while. I shifted in my seat, arms crossed, eyes flicking toward him with a scowl that refused to sit still on my face. Ethan looked annoyingly relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm that grated on my nerves. “Why are we driving out of the Pack?” I asked, suspicion. My voice was flat, but I knew he’d hear the edge beneath it. He glanced at me, one brow arching like he couldn’t believe I was questioning him. “I just want to be somewhere quiet. Outside. Where people aren’t staring.” I sucked in a slow breath, rolling the words around in my head before I let them settle in my chest like a stone. Right. Of course
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Lianna: The sky outside was a muted grey, thick clouds sagging low, the kind that promised a long, lazy rain. It made everything inside feel warmer. Safer. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets that smelled faintly of cedar and the soap Edward used, I let my head fall against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart under my ear. We’d spent the entire afternoon tangled in sheets, trading slow kisses and breathless laughter, bodies molded together as time passed. And now, after all that, we stayed close, his arms looped around me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. “A penny for your thoughts?” Edward murmured. I sighed, twisting the thin golden ring on my index finger. “I’m thinking about Ethan.” His body tensed beneath me. Subtle, but noticeable. Like his breath had paused. “I know he’s up to something,” I went on, keeping my tone casual, though the truth of it gnawed at me. “He keeps saying he’s going to win me back. Like I’m some sort of p
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Lianna: I'd never been so enraged and uncomfortable at the same time. I didn't know exactly what to feel because there was a lot happening in my head. The clink of my fork against the porcelain plate was sharper than I intended. I felt the scrape of metal teeth grinding into the delicate glaze, and my fingers curled tighter around the handle. Across the table, Mariel’s perfectly arched brows lifted as she made a small, overly theatrical gasp. “Oh dear,” she said, her voice dipped in a sweetness that tasted like poison. “Are you alright, Lianna? You stabbed that turkey like it owed you money.” I glanced at the offending piece of meat on my plate. Sure enough, I’d nearly shredded it into an unrecognizable heap of fibers, juices pooling in the grooves of my knife work. I forced a slow breath through my nose, the scent of roasted garlic and thyme doing little to soothe the sudden wave of irritation clawing at my chest. “I’m fine,” I replied, dragging the words out
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Edward: My glare found Mariel like a blade finding its mark, and I didn’t bother softening it. She just sat there, calm as you please, fingers lazily tracing the rim of her wine glass. Like she was toying with the idea of slitting someone’s throat. Probably mine. “You’re pushing it,” I said. Ethan snorted from across the table. “Relax, Edward. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” I snapped my head toward him. “And you’re acting like you’ve got a death wish. Don’t test me.” He just lifted his hands in mock surrender. I turned back to Mariel, ignoring the slight tilt of her mouth. Amusement. She always was a master of pretending she held all the cards. “Why the hell are you here?” I ground out. She shrugged, that infuriatingly delicate lift of her shoulders she used to make men stumble over themselves. Not anymore. “I told you I’d be visiting during the Lycan Confederate meeting,” she said lightly. “Did I agree to that?” My voice was
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LIANNA POV The first time I thought about killing myself was the night of my mating ceremony. I married the Alpha of my pack, Ethan and I thought I had hit the jackpot. When we first found out we were mates, he was second in line and his brother Sebastian who happened to be my friend was to be the Alpha. Everyone congratulated me and told me how lucky I was to mate with a beta, but that didn’t matter to me, even if he was very poor, it wouldn’t have changed my love for him because his status didn’t matter to me. All I was after was his love. Lianna and Ethan, forever together. I couldn’t stop my tears as I closed my eyes reflecting on the past. I heard my wolf whimper and tried to comfort me. I was nineteen when I first met Ethan, he was studying abroad and had just graduated, and we quickly realized we were fated mates. Handsome and charming at 24 he instantly swept me off my feet, he was everything I dreamed of and my wolf and I couldn’t be happier. That night I thanked th
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LIANNA'S POV Afterwards, I tearfully went back to my room to pack some clothes before Ethan sent me out with only the clothes on my back. As I shoved clothes into a duffel bag I came across a photograph taken of us at our mating ceremony. I picked it up and stared at it, I looked so happy with Ethan standing by my side not knowing what I was getting into. When I looked at Ethan's face it confirmed what I had always suspected, he never loved me at all, he was just pretending. While I was smiling at my new husband he was smiling at someone else, the waitress who appeared in the background of the picture. Tears began to gather in my eyes, even on our wedding day he would rather look at someone else and pretend I didn't exist. I put the picture aside and finished packing, I grabbed the duffel bag and went down the stairs where Ethan and his mistress were waiting for me. I kept my head down and tried to walk out the door but Ethan stopped me. "Come back here you cunt." I stilled
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Edward: My glare found Mariel like a blade finding its mark, and I didn’t bother softening it. She just sat there, calm as you please, fingers lazily tracing the rim of her wine glass. Like she was toying with the idea of slitting someone’s throat. Probably mine. “You’re pushing it,” I said. Ethan snorted from across the table. “Relax, Edward. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” I snapped my head toward him. “And you’re acting like you’ve got a death wish. Don’t test me.” He just lifted his hands in mock surrender. I turned back to Mariel, ignoring the slight tilt of her mouth. Amusement. She always was a master of pretending she held all the cards. “Why the hell are you here?” I ground out. She shrugged, that infuriatingly delicate lift of her shoulders she used to make men stumble over themselves. Not anymore. “I told you I’d be visiting during the Lycan Confederate meeting,” she said lightly. “Did I agree to that?” My voice was
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Lianna: I'd never been so enraged and uncomfortable at the same time. I didn't know exactly what to feel because there was a lot happening in my head. The clink of my fork against the porcelain plate was sharper than I intended. I felt the scrape of metal teeth grinding into the delicate glaze, and my fingers curled tighter around the handle. Across the table, Mariel’s perfectly arched brows lifted as she made a small, overly theatrical gasp. “Oh dear,” she said, her voice dipped in a sweetness that tasted like poison. “Are you alright, Lianna? You stabbed that turkey like it owed you money.” I glanced at the offending piece of meat on my plate. Sure enough, I’d nearly shredded it into an unrecognizable heap of fibers, juices pooling in the grooves of my knife work. I forced a slow breath through my nose, the scent of roasted garlic and thyme doing little to soothe the sudden wave of irritation clawing at my chest. “I’m fine,” I replied, dragging the words out
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Lianna: The sky outside was a muted grey, thick clouds sagging low, the kind that promised a long, lazy rain. It made everything inside feel warmer. Safer. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets that smelled faintly of cedar and the soap Edward used, I let my head fall against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart under my ear. We’d spent the entire afternoon tangled in sheets, trading slow kisses and breathless laughter, bodies molded together as time passed. And now, after all that, we stayed close, his arms looped around me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. “A penny for your thoughts?” Edward murmured. I sighed, twisting the thin golden ring on my index finger. “I’m thinking about Ethan.” His body tensed beneath me. Subtle, but noticeable. Like his breath had paused. “I know he’s up to something,” I went on, keeping my tone casual, though the truth of it gnawed at me. “He keeps saying he’s going to win me back. Like I’m some sort of p
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Freya: The road stretched ahead of us in lazy curves, the kind of quiet stretch that made the world feel smaller. Trees lined both sides, their skeletal branches clawing at the dull sky like desperate hands, and the hum of the tires on the old asphalt was the only real sound between us for a while. I shifted in my seat, arms crossed, eyes flicking toward him with a scowl that refused to sit still on my face. Ethan looked annoyingly relaxed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his fingers tapping a slow, absent rhythm that grated on my nerves. “Why are we driving out of the Pack?” I asked, suspicion. My voice was flat, but I knew he’d hear the edge beneath it. He glanced at me, one brow arching like he couldn’t believe I was questioning him. “I just want to be somewhere quiet. Outside. Where people aren’t staring.” I sucked in a slow breath, rolling the words around in my head before I let them settle in my chest like a stone. Right. Of course
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Freya: The sky was unusually clear. The kind of cloudless blue that made the edges of everything seem more real than they ought to be. I wiped the back of my wrist across my damp forehead and sighed. I pushed the old mower across the brittle grass with a grunt, feeling the rhythmic thud of its wheels catching on stones, the faint metallic squeal each time the blades hit something tough. I didn’t mind the noise. It drowned out my thoughts. Then I heard something else. Tires crunching over gravel. I straightened immediately. No one we knew drove a car that sounded that refined. Certainly not out here. My fingers slackened on the mower handle, and it gave a rusty groan as it tipped slightly forward. I didn’t have to ask who it was. My bones knew before my mind could accept it. The black car eased to a stop, sunlight gleaming hard against the polished surface. I didn’t breathe. Not when the door swung open with a low thunk, not when his long legs appeared beneath the d
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and forty three
Lianna: The second I crossed the threshold into our chambers, I felt him. Heat. Presence. Edward. Before I could even turn, his arms snaked around my waist, and in one swift, effortless motion, I was off the ground. My feet left the cold marble with a surprised gasp, but he didn’t give me a second to catch it. His mouth was on mine, devouring and hungry, as if the taste of me had been haunting him for days. Maybe it had. His tongue swept in with a demand I couldn’t deny, and I clutched his shoulders as his body pressed me hard against the door. I was already melting. “What…” I started to say, breathless, but he groaned low and deep into my mouth before dragging his lips down my throat. “What are you—” “You know exactly what,” he growled. “You did that on purpose.” I smirked, threading my fingers into his thick, dark hair as he licked a hot line along my jaw. “Did what?” His hands cupped my ass through the thin silk of my dress and squeezed hard enough to ma
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and fourty two
Lianna: I stood on my balcony, the stone balustrade cool beneath my palms, leaning slightly forward as though the extra inch might bring him closer. Below, the gardens were already draped in dusk, the lanterns flickering to life in delicate pools of amber. I heard it before I saw it—the distinct rumble of engines, heavy tires crunching against the gravel. Three cars, maybe four, but it was the second one that made my heart sprint. He was here. “Finally,” I breathed, straightening so quickly my head spun. “Ingrid!” Behind me, there was a thud and an irritated grunt. “What?” Ingrid snapped as she jerked upright from where she’d been dozing on the chaise. Her hair was a bird’s nest, she looked sleep-fogged and annoyed. “I was dreaming I was on a beach with—” “Save it,” I cut in, already making my way inside. My pulse was a thrum in my ears, matching the quick rhythm of my feet on the marble floors. “Edward’s back.” That woke her up. Completely. She was on her
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Lianna: Edward was coming back today. I smoothed my palms over the front of my gown, the burgundy silk sliding cool and weightless against my skin. The morning sun streaked through the tall windows of my chambers, catching the fine embroidery near my waist, making the threads shimmer like liquid gold. I stood there, absently watching the glinting design while my heart thudded too fast in my chest. I should have felt calm, but instead, there was this jittery buzz beneath my skin, crawling up my throat like I was about to say something, scream something. Instead, I drew in a slow breath. “Ingrid,” I said, staring at my reflection in the gilded mirror. “If you make another joke about Ethan, I swear to the Goddess, I’ll drown you in the bath.” Ingrid chuckled behind me. I could hear her fiddling with my papers on the desk. “Dramatic,” she said. “But fine. I’ll keep my impeccable sense of humor to myself, your majesty.” I arched a brow at her reflection. “You’d bett
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and fourty
Edward: The Lycan Confederate was a large castle of old stone and wood, soaked in centuries of blood and sweat. Even now, with the hall scrubbed spotless and banners from every allied Pack hanging high, there was no mistaking it for anything but a fortress. Its bones creaked with ancient power, and despite myself, I could feel it under my skin. Like it was sizing me up. I flexed my hand against the polished oak table, tapping my thumb once, slow and deliberate, against the grain. The sound echoed through the low murmuring of the gathered Alpha Kings. Every one of them sat tall, dressed in ceremonial black, silver crests glinting on broad chests. Some had beards like they’d walked out of an old legend. Others wore their scars like crowns. And all of them were older than me. Wiser? They’d say yes. I had other opinions. “Alpha Edward,” one of them said, in a voice so thin and cold. Osric of the Winterfang Pack. His Pack ruled the northern territories. Brutal lands. Brutal
