Semua Bab Revenge on my Alpha husband: Bab 181 - Bab 187

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

Lianna: I had never felt more alive than I did last night. Every nerve in my body had sung with fire, every inch of me claimed and worshipped under the stars like I was something divine. Edward had taken me in that garden like a man starved, like he had been waiting his whole life to finally taste something real. And maybe, in that moment, we both had. And for the first time, I unleashed my true self. Whisps of white and black shadows had poured out my body in the most angelic way, curling around each other to form a string of light mixed with darkness, close, but never touching each other. Edward had sank his teeth into my neck, marking me as his and in that moment, in that surge of intense energy, I had let out a loud cry of pleasure mixed with pain. To Edward, it must have sounded like music to his ears. By the time he carried me back to our chambers, I was too drunk on him to even notice how tired I was. I’d collapsed on his chest, naked, sweaty, limbs tangled in

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