All Chapters of Revenge on my Alpha husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Edward: I couldn’t keep the thoughts from swirling in my head as I sat there in my chambers, staring at the fire crackling in the hearth. The weight of it all pressed down on me—Ethan’s refusal to marry the Vampire Princess, the looming war, and the uncertainty that gnawed at my very soul. Ethan had always been stubborn, but this… this was something else entirely. I’d done everything to try and make him see reason. We had no choice, I kept telling myself. There was too much at stake. But Ethan didn’t seem to care. All he cared about was the throne, and that was something I wasn’t willing to relinquish. He may have been the first to take the throne, but I had worked for this. I had earned this place. I was the first born Alpha King, and nothing, not even Ethan’s refusal to honor his responsibilities, would take that from me. But the people… they feared a war. They would not tolerate it. Every day felt like a countdown to something catastrophic. I could feel it in my bones—t

Edward: The elders had left hours ago, and I sat in the grand meeting hall, watching as the firelight cast shadows against the walls. My mind rallied around with everything we had discussed—the war, Ethan's refusal, the impossible choices ahead. Each thought was like a heavy stone pressing against my chest. I leaned back in the chair, running a hand through my hair. Thinking won’t solve anything, I told myself. The answers wouldn’t magically appear no matter how long I sat here and brooded. What I needed was clarity, and perhaps… a distraction. Lianna’s face came to mind almost instantly, the memory of her tears and avoidance from last night made me feel bad. I’d given her space, knowing it was what she needed, but now I wondered if it had been the right thing to do. Decision made, I stood, adjusting my jacket as I strode purposefully out of the hall. The palace corridors were quiet, save for the occasional echo of my boots against the marble floors. When I reached her cha

Edward: The days had a peculiar way of stretching and condensing, leaving me caught somewhere between my duties as Alpha King and this strange sense of distraction that Lianna had recently become. It wasn’t intentional—at least, that’s what I told myself. Watching her grow into her role as Luna, seeing her ease into the people’s lives with each passing day, was oddly satisfying. She was finding her footing, though in the most unorthodox ways. It started with horse riding. It seemed like every day now, she was at the stables. I’d hear her laugh echo across the meadow or see her returning with Alistair and Ingrid, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. I’d watch from my study window, the way her energy seemed infectious. Even the stable hands were more cheerful since her daily visits had become a routine. And she seemed to revel in the attention she was getting. She would show them tricks on the horse, then ride off with pride. Sometimes, she would jump into it with such daun

Lianna: "I'm surprised to see her here," someone whispered. "Isn't she supposed to be doing something else? Like looking pretty for him in bed? I heard she's really good with bed sports." A laugh followed and I blocked out the voices. I wasn't going to let them get to me. The way they stared at me was almost suffocating, but I refused to let it show. My chin remained high, my expression neutral, though every fiber of my being felt the reluctant acknowledgment the people offered me. They bowed, stiffly and without warmth, their respect given not to me, but to my title—Luna of the Pack. I told myself I didn’t care. They could stare, whisper, and judge all they wanted. It wouldn’t change the fact that I stood here, beside Edward, where I intended to remain for a very long time. This was my place, whether they liked it or not. Still, the coldness in their gazes pricked at my resolve. I noticed the subtle way they avoided meeting my eyes, how their murmurs seemed to quiet whene

Edward: The royal entourage stood ready outside the palace, the sleek, black cars gleaming under the early morning light. Guards lined the pathway, their expressions blank, their movements precise. I strode toward the lead vehicle, my steps measured and my thoughts precise. Behind me, Ethan trailed, mumbling under his breath. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled, his tone dripping with disdain. “I shouldn’t have to go anywhere. Especially not there.” Beside him, Freya clung to his arm, her tear-streaked face turned up to him in desperation. “Ethan, you don’t have to go. Please, don’t go. This isn’t safe. This isn’t right.” I turned back to them, fixing Freya with a firm gaze. “It must be done. You know that. Ethan’s presence is crucial, and so is mine.” Ethan sighed heavily, shaking off her grip. “I’ll be back, Freya. Stop making a scene.” Reluctantly, she stepped back, dabbing at her eyes with a lace handker