All Chapters of Revenge on my Alpha husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lianna: Edward's words lingered in my head for the rest of the day. He sounded so passionate about wanting me to get back and Ethan. And although, I loved it, it made me feel like that was all this marriage was for. Don't get me wrong, I knew Edward and I weren't for each other. Even the tiny sparks I felt whenever he randomly brushed his fingers against my cheek or touched me was only a response borne from years of lack of intimacy and genuine physical contact. So I knew I felt nothing for him. Whenever I stared at him walk around or awed at how much confidence and charisma he had, it was just me yearning for something that I missed over the years. And this evening, his Beta paid a short visit. I'd seen him a few times at the Palace and he had also been there to watch Ethan abuse me one of those days, so it made me really ashamed and uncomfortable. "Hello," He smiled at me as he walked into the kitchen. I forced a nervous smile back and waved at him. "Hi, ther

Lianna: My hands trembled as we made our way out of my room. Edward was waiting outside, by his car, and he was dressed impeccably. My breath hitched when he raised his head to look at me and I saw that his hair e fell to the side of his face. His hooded gaze grazed my skin and I found myself taking a step back and almost falling into Ingrid who burst into laughter. "Don't tell me you're staring at our future Alpha King like you want to devour him in one sitting." I glared at her. "You're starting to become a nuisance." She giggled and stood behind me. Over the few hours that we were together, I slowly started to like her and now, I knew I had made a new friend. It was such a rare thing to happen in my life because girls never liked me. I was always seen a competition and I never understood why they saw me that way. It was either they called me a slut for forcing myself on Ethan which wasn't in any way true, or they decided I was just a woman who wanted him for his money.

Edward: I remained calm, watching as Ethan paced from one end of the room to the other. I could sense his tension and I knew why. He had been too ashamed to come out yesterday, while Lianna and I addressed the crowd, probably because he didn't want to hear the people talk about both of them. But I couldn't care less. And since he was still Alpha King for the next seven days or less, I considered that and honoured his invitation when he asked me to visit him. "Why?" He stopped abruptly. "Are you doing this to spite me in any way? Because it makes no absolute sense why you would do this to me!" I cocked my head to the side, feigning confusion. "What are you talking about? What did I do to you?" He gave me a stern look, obviously upset that I was pretending not to know what he was talking about. "Are you being real right now?" I shrugged. "If you don't tell me why you're upset, there's no way I am going to know. You know that, right?" "She was here yesterday to ad

Lianna: Ingrid and I decided to take a tour of the Pack today. This was to help me get used to the stares and the gossip. So far, it was going quite well. Although the talks were there and people kept whispering negative things towards me, Ingrid was there to help. It wasn't exactly a comfortable encounter, but what could I do? Nothing. All I could do was get used to it. "You'll be coming out on your own really soon," she said as we made our way back to the hotel. "You'll have to be going out on your own really soon and honestly, it's going to be the best because you're going to go from hating it to not caring, then to enjoying it." I heaved a dreadful sigh. I really had nothing to say to her right now, but I really hoped she was right. It was almost dusk and people on the roads were becoming scantier. They had all retired back to their homes and I was quite glad as I didn't have to face anyone. Ingrid had a few other errands to attend to so she left just when we

Lianna: The words carried a weight that went beyond their meaning. Safe. Was that what I felt? With him beside me, the shadows in the corners of the room seemed less menacing. The lingering fear from the nightmare began to ebb, replaced by a quiet warmth that spread through my chest. I shifted closer to him, unable to help myself. “Edward... thank you.” His lips quirked into a faint smile. “You don’t have to thank me. You’ve been through enough.” The silence that followed was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing. “What was it about?” he asked softly, breaking the quiet. “The nightmare?” My voice wavered. “I don’t know. It was... I felt trapped. Like I couldn’t move or breathe. And there were people—faces I recognized, but they weren’t themselves. They wanted to hurt me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.” I wanted to tell him really bayd that those faces belonged to Freya and Ethan. But it would only make things worse, so I kept silent