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One hundred and seventy four
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Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and seventy five
Lianna: “Do you know when Ethan will be brought to court?” I asked as we ate, my voice too calm, too controlled for the chaos in my chest. Edward barely looked up. “It’s not been decided yet.” I pressed harder, my voice rising with the injustice of it all. “How is that even possible, Edward? How can you not have decided? He violated a woman, a pregnant woman, and we’re still waiting?” He shifted in his seat, irritation flickering in his eyes. “I haven’t thought about it yet, Lianna. I’m still processing this.” “Processing?” I couldn’t believe it. “She’s a human being! She has a family! And you’re processing this like it’s some sort of... of situation to be figured out? He’s ruined her life, and we’re waiting? This is wrong, Edward.” His hand slammed onto the table, the sudden action making me jump. “You think I don’t see that? You think I don’t understand how wrong this is? But I can’t just—” “You can’t just what?” I snapped. “Let him get away with it?
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Lianna: I didn’t hear him come in. Typical Edward. I stood by the marble counter, glass of water clutched in my palm, the coldness biting against my heated skin like the universe mocking me for being so utterly exhausted yet unable to sleep. I hadn’t noticed him move until I turned, and like the shadow he had been all day, there he was, standing way too close. His scent got to me before his words did. It was that familiar blend of cedarwood and something like the earth after rain, or regret steeped in silence. "Are you avoiding me?" His voice was low. Rough. Almost tired. I scoffed bitterly. "Avoiding you?" My brow arched with all the defiance I could muster. "Please, don't flatter yourself, Edward. You're the one who decided to storm out of the dining room like a petulant child denied his favorite toy." His jaw tensed and that subtle clench that told me he hated the way I bit with my words but had nothing to say to defend himself. He sighed like breat
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Lianna: I had woken up this morning with more bitterness than I could muster. The residue of rage that hadn’t burned out even after hours of sleepless tossing still simmered underneath my skin. The sun filtering through the open balcony doors felt colder than it should, slicing across my bare arms as I pulled the sleeves of my gown up with a sharp tug. “I swear, you’re going to catch fire at this rate,” Ingrid’s voice floated in from behind me, dry amusement coating every syllable. She was lounging on the edge of my bed, barefoot, arms folded like she had all the time in the world. “You’ve been pacing since dawn.” I didn’t slow. I didn’t care. My hands moved deftly over the last of the buckles on my black leather boots, the material creaking beneath my fingers. “Let me burn, then. If it brings Ethan crashing down in the process, I’ll happily turn to ash.” Ingrid’s soft laugh rumbled behind me. “May the moon goddess save
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Edward: I had known pressure before and it was the kind that sat on your chest like dead weight, the kind that made a man lose sleep, made his temper thinner than parchment. But this? This was different. This was blood-deep. Ugly. Suffocating. Ethan. His name alone felt like ash on my tongue. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, adjusting the cuffs of my black shirt, my jaw tight enough to crack. My reflection didn’t lie. Sleepless eyes, a furrow that had become permanent between my brows, and exhaustion that no amount of grooming could mask. The moment I’d walked into the hall and found out what he had done to that maid… the raw shame that gutted me could’ve torn a weaker man apart. Lianna had looked at him like she wanted to skin him alive. And me? She’d looked at me like I was no better. I couldn’t even blame her. Hell, I shouldn’t. The memory sat in my bones like a bad scar. Ethan was far too reckless reckless and it came from a privileged
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Edward: The air outside was thick with dust and dread, the kind that clung to your clothes and your conscience all at once. I stood by the car with Harvey. He hadn’t said anything yet, but I could see the question coiled in his jaw, tensed and waiting. “You’re really going to have Ethan killed?” he finally asked. Like he didn’t want to say the words out loud. Like naming it would somehow make it real. I turned my face toward him slowly, feeling the full weight of the words as they settled on my shoulders. My fingers flexed against the roof of the car. “It’s not in my place to decide. That’s the elders’ duty.” Harvey’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re not just an ordinary Alpha. They’ll do what you say, Edward. You know they will.” “I’m aware,” I muttered, dragging my hand through my hair. It was damp with sweat at the roots, a symptom of the storm brooding inside me since Ethan’s arrest. “But this time… I’m not saying anything. I don’t
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Lianna: The sunlight warmly poured through the silk curtains like honey. I lay on the settee near the window, a thick robe hugging my body like a second skin. The palace was quiet but my head was a battlefield. All I could hear was the echo of those ridiculous elders debating whether Ethan deserved punishment or not. My stomach still churned when I thought of it. A council of men in fine robes sitting around a polished table, arguing over the fate of a woman who hadn’t asked for any of this. Who had simply been doing her job and who ended up being violated. I rubbed a hand over my face and forced myself to sit up. If I let the events of the day fester in my mind, I’d only grow more bitter. I needed to breathe. I needed to do something. Something that felt like healing. Something that reminded me the world hadn’t lost all its humanity. So I grabbed a few things. A warm lavender wrap, a box of vanilla-almond macaroons for the childr
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Lianna: After everything, I had what I wanted. Not in the way I hoped, not in a way that left me whole, but in the way that meant justice was, at least, inching in the right direction. Afterward, Ingrid and I sat by the kitchen window, steam from our teacups curling in lazy spirals as we dissected the rotten unfairness of it all. I hated how people still dared to argue Ethan didn’t deserve punishment—as though his title should shield him from consequence. As though power ever made a man decent. “At least she has love around her,” I muttered, stretching my legs out beneath the table. My muscles ached, but not as much as my spirit. Ingrid nodded, chewing slowly. “Her husband has been by her side nonstop. And the kids? They adore her.” I managed a tired smile, then leaned my head back, my hair spilling over the edge of the chair. “I envy that. Not the chaos, but the quiet love. The kind that doesn’t need palaces or crowns to be worth something.” Ingrid didn't answ
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Lianna: The soft clink of cutlery against porcelain had faded, the wine in my glass barely touched, but I felt full in a way that had nothing to do with food. Edward looked at me like I was carved from something sacred, like one wrong move would shatter me, which, in all honesty, was laughable. I wasn’t glass. I was fire. I was war. I was the kind of woman you didn’t dare worship halfway. He rose first, that knowing glint in his eyes that always made me narrow mine in suspicion. Then he stretched out his hand toward me, fingers curled slightly like he already knew I’d take it. It wasn't like I had a choice. “What are you doing?” I asked, brows lifted, and my tone clipped with amusement as I slid my palm into his. His hand was warm. Solid. The pads of his fingers rough where they brushed the inside of my wrist. “You’ll see,” he murmured, tugging me gently from my chair. His smile was a secret I hadn’t earned yet. Before I could demand answers, soft jazz bloomed
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Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety five
Lianna: I woke him with a kiss. It was gentle and slow, the kind that lingered on his lips like sunlight brushing the edge of dawn. His skin was warm beneath mine, soft and familiar. He stirred slowly, lashes fluttering like leaves catching the breeze before his eyes opened, that drowsy gray haze still clinging to them. “Is it time?” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse with sleep. It was the kind of voice that made it feel like the world was still paused for us. I nodded, fingers brushing back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Yeah. It's time.” He sighed, sitting up reluctantly. I could tell his body felt heavier than usual—grief had a weight all on its own. Still, he moved, slow but sure, like he owed it to himself to keep going. I slid off the bed to help him, but the rug betrayed me. My heel caught on the edge and I pitched forward with a sharp gasp. And just b
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety four
Lianna: The Palace was too quiet. That kind of quiet that sat thick on the skin like humidity before a storm, smothering and heavy, as if the very walls were mourning. The corridors were dimly lit, the sun long gone, and I could hear the distant creak of wooden beams settling overhead, slow and reluctant, like the house itself didn’t want to exist in this version of our reality. Edward hadn’t said a word in hours. He lay curled on his side, one arm slung carelessly over the edge of the bed, his knuckles pale against the white linen. His lashes fluttered occasionally like he was trapped somewhere between sleep and waking. Sometimes he’d blink open his eyes and just stare blankly at the ceiling, unmoving, unblinking, lost in a place I couldn’t reach. I sat behind him, cross-legged, one hand tracing slow circles along his back. His shirt had ridden up, exposing the bare slope of his waist. The skin there was cool, soft beneath my fingertips, marred only by the faint scar
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety three
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety two
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety one
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and eighty nine
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and eighty eight
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
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and eighty seven
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
