All Chapters of Revenge on my Alpha husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

*CHAPTER 82* Lianna: I couldn’t even bear to look at myself. The guilt, the crushing weight of the consequences—I couldn’t breathe under it. I pulled away from Edward, my chest tight, my heart pounding as if it might shatter at any moment. My hands shook as I turned and hurried down the dark hall. I didn’t want him to see me like this, I didn’t want anyone to see me. Each breath felt like it might be my last. The air was thick, suffocating, and I couldn’t push the images of destruction from my mind. People—lives—would be lost, all because of me. Because I refused to go back to Ethan. I stumbled into my room and shut the door behind me, my back hitting against the door as I took a deep exhale. I was filled with despair as I collapsed to the floor, my knees hitting the cold marble. My body shook violently, and I tried to take a deep breath, but it only made the panic worse. My hands clenched into fists against the floor, the texture of the rug beneath me grounding me for

*CHAPTER 84* Edward: By the time I stormed into my study, I felt like I had been possessed by a manic spirit. My blood ran too hot, my head pounded with the force of my own thoughts, and my body was tight with the kind of tension that made men reckless. I shut the door harder than necessary, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. My breath came fast, ragged. I didn't care about the war. I didn't care about the army that had spent years training, the warriors putting their lives on the line, or the land we were supposed to be protecting. None of it mattered. Because Lianna had gone back to him. I gritted my teeth as I shoved a stack of papers off my desk. They scattered across the floor, but I didn't stop there. My hand slammed against the wooden surface, hard enough to make my writing materials rattle. I wanted to break something. I needed to break something. The rage inside me burned too violently to be contained. She was mine to protect. She had always

*CHAPTER 86* Lianna: The war had taken everything and it wasn't even the end. Each day, more lives were lost, more bodies burned, more homes reduced to nothing but ashes. The scent of blood never truly left the air, and every night, Imogen whispered horrors from the battlefield—wolves torn apart, warriors barely making it back alive, and the silence of those who never returned at all. And damn, it broke me. It fucking broke me to the point where I walked around, bathing in nothing but guilt. I had tried to hold on, to tell myself there was another way, but the truth was suffocating. The war wasn’t ending. It was only growing worse. And Edward… He had been nothing if not absent. After that night—the night I kissed him, the night I let my heart betray my mind—I never saw him again. And even when I did, he was always running, barking out orders while looking like this was the last place he wanted to be, always moving, always slipping through my fingers like sand

*CHAPTER 88* Lianna: The guards dragged me through the stone corridors, their grip bruising my arms as I stumbled over the uneven ground. The scent of damp earth and blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Shadows flickered along the cold walls, the dim torchlight casting eerie shapes that danced like ghosts. The entire kingdom felt unnatural. The walls pulsed with an unsettling energy, as if the very stones had been soaked in centuries of darkness. The deeper we went, the colder it became, the warmth from the world above vanishing entirely. There were no windows, no glimpses of the outside world-only the unending descent into something sinister. A chill crawled up my spine as I heard distant whispers -low, guttural voices murmuring in a language I didn't understand. I couldn't tell if they belonged to the guards escorting me or to something else, something unseen lurking in the shadows. The path twisted and turned, narrowing into an oppressive tunne

*CHAPTER 90* Edward: The stench of blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The battlefield was littered with bodies-wolves and vampires alike, their lifeless forms trampled beneath the boots of soldiers who fought with reckless desperation. Metal clashed, swords singing a symphony of war, and the growls of my warriors blended with the guttural snarls of the enemy. The war died down as dawn neared. The vampires had retreated into their dark territory and the highlight of it all had to be me watching the ones that weren't able to get back in before sunrise, burning into ashes and fading out of existence. But none of it felt real. Not without her. Lianna's absence was a wound I couldn't ignore, no matter how many vampires I cut down, no matter how many victories we claimed. She was gone. The guards I had sent to find her had returned with nothing-no scent, no trace, no whisper of her existence and it annoyed the hell out of me. They had scoured ev