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One hundred and sixty one
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Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and sixty two
Edward: I knew Lianna was mad—furious, actually. The kind of anger that didn’t just simmer but roared, threatening to consume everything in its path. I decided to give her some time to cool down, knowing that approaching her too soon would be like throwing myself into an inferno. Instead, I focused on the responsibilities I couldn’t ignore. Harvey and I had to be at the other Pack for a meeting, a tedious gathering filled with unnecessary posturing and debates over land disputes that could have been solved with a damn coin toss. I sat through the entire thing, nodding when necessary, offering my opinions where required, but my mind was elsewhere—on Lianna, on the way she had looked at me before she stormed off. By the time I returned to the palace, exhaustion clung to my skin like an unwelcome second layer. I was ready to find her, to talk, to fix whatever damage had been done. But the moment I stepped into our chambers, I froze. The space felt different. It was empty.
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Lianna: I had no intention of stepping out of my chambers, not when my anger was still simmering beneath my skin like a barely-contained wildfire. But the moment Ingrid burst in, breathless and wide-eyed, spilling out the words I never thought I'd hear that Edward was actually kicking Mariel out I knew I had to see it for myself. I couldn't contain my excitement at the thought of it. I mean, I was still angry, but I had to see that bitch getting thrown out for my own satisfaction. Stepping into the hallway, I caught sight of Mariel, thrashing against the guards, her perfectly styled hair now disheveled, her face contorted in rage. She screamed about how she owned Edward, how he’d never get rid of her, but Edward didn’t even spare her a glance. He merely turned away, his expression impassive, as if she were nothing more than a nuisance finally being dealt with. And then, just as his gaze swept towards me, I shut my door. Not yet. Not until I was ready. The evening s
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My back hit the wall at the same time he gripped my waist. Yanking me flush against him, his lips began to glide against mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue scoured my mouth, like he was searching untouched depths and it drove me to a point of craziness even I couldn't understand. I tugged against his shirt, almost at the edge of saying 'fuck it' and doing whatever he wanted me to do. A soft moan escaped my throat. That was a driving force for Edward because he sank his fingers into my hair, holding onto my scalp. His free hand curled around my hip and he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His lips left mine for a moment and I was made to stare at his face. His eyes had gone shades darker, intense darkness lurking behind them. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were mine. But there was something about his that drove me crazy. I wanted to take over him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him feel good. I could barely recognise
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Lianna: His large hands cupped my whole face as he devoured my lips. My body immediately surrendered to his touch, begging for more and more and more. His fingers dug into my skin and he pushed me against the table behind me, grabbing my thighs and slipping me into the table. A soft moan escaped my throat and he yanked me forward, breathing hard against my cheek. The tip of his nose grazed mine and like two puzzles made for each other, we tilted our heads and everything fell into place. I yearned so badly for him and I didn't realise how much I wanted him until this moment. I didn't realise how much I had missed him until now. My hand pressed against the thin fabric of his top, trying to feel his bare skin from the thin holes of the fabric. A beautiful sensation crawled up my body, driving me to a point of craziness I couldn't control. I wanted him. I yearned for him. My skin sang with delight as we continued to kiss. I didn't want this to end. I wanted
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I could barely walk but I had to. I mustered up strength from within and took us over to the bed. I was yet to come down from my new high and I needed a breather. Lianna pressed her hand against my chest. "Wait." She smiled. "You need to rest. Your eyes are droopy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You sound tired. You should rest a bit. You just had the best orgasm. You deserve to rest or sleep." "But I want to..." She pressed her lips into mine, automatically shutting me up. "Rowena." "Shhh," She smiled again. "I love seeing you this way. Vulnerable and all mine. It's enough to get me by tonight." "I'll be awake at midnight. You better be." "I can't sleep," She chuckled and laid her head on my chest. "I just want to watch you sleep. I miss you so much." "So do I," I brushed her soft, plump lips that looked plumper after the intense kisses we shared. "You're so beautiful, Lianna. I'm not surprised why you drive me crazy. It's not just
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Lianna: The palace halls were dimly lit with golden candlelight, flickering against the polished stone walls. My boots clicked against the marble floors as I walked beside Edward, my thoughts still lingering on the peaceful hours we had spent by the waterfall. It felt good to be back home after I had left in anger. Edward was really kind about it and I really appreciated it. For once, I felt somewhat at ease. Edward turned to me just as we reached the grand staircase leading to the royal wing. "I need to speak with Harvey. Won’t take long." I nodded, barely paying attention. "Go ahead. I'll see you at dinner." As he disappeared down the corridor, my eyes landed on a maid hurrying out of Ethan’s chambers. Her head was bowed, her steps rushed and unsteady, as if she were desperate to escape unseen. I might have ignored it had I not caught the way she sniffled, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her apron. Something about the way she held herself—l
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Lianna: Kisses, soft kisses. Caresses. Nips here and there. Fingers digging into skin and running through smooth silky hair. The sounds of moans and grunts, hisses, naughty phrases and words of appraisals. Legs entwined in each other and tangled under sheets. All of these combined together to release several hormones that contributed to my orgasm. We were yet to start but I already got my first orgasm and I could feel another one coming as Lucas worked his fingers on my clit. I lay in bed, naked and vulnerable. I had no control or power over myself as I'd surrendered it all to Edward. His lips returned to my core, lapping up the wetness that had built up over the time he'd been concentrating on another part of my body. "You taste so good," He sighed. "I want to keep getting you wet and just lapping up your sweet smelling juices for the rest of today but that would tire you out and make things really boring for you." He didn't even wait for me to speak b
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Ethan: The palace had become insufferable. I couldn't even stand it and knowing how I could be in situations like this, it was best I actually just let myself out. For days, all I’d heard were whispers, giggles, and hushed voices barely containing their excitement over the King and Queen’s newfound inability to keep their hands off each other. It was nauseating. The way they spoke about them, like some perfect, celestial couple destined to be together, made my stomach churn. Every corner I turned, it was “Did you see how the Alpha King looked at her?” or “I swear I heard them last night.” The worst part? I had heard them. Once. Just once. And that had been enough. I’d been walking past Edward’s chambers when I heard Lianna’s voice—breathless, desperate, moaning his name like it was the only word she knew. I had frozen, every muscle in my body locking up as the sound echoed in my skull, seeping into my bones. That was the final straw. I couldn’t stay in the palace a
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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
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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
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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
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
