Mated to the Alpha and being the target of his cruelty, Lianna had almost given up on life. Until, his elder brother came back, the chemistry between them was hot enough to set off fire alarms, but he is here with promises to save her and take back his place as the true Alpha with her as his Luna. Even as she does it to get her revenge and her life back, her heart might be in danger.
View More*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 87* Lianna: The night stretched endlessly before us, the stars glinting like shards of glass in the dark sky. The steady rhythm of the horse’s hooves against the frozen ground filled the silence between us, a silence that should have felt comforting but instead settled like a weight in my chest. I should have known something was wrong. Ethan had told me this was a test. That if I truly loved him, if I truly believed in him, I would come. He made it sound like a challenge, a chance to prove myself. But the way he spoke—it hadn’t been planned. There was something reckless in his voice, something desperate. Still, I had followed him. Now, as we rode deeper into the unknown, my fingers curled around the edges of my cloak, pulling it tighter against the sharp wind. The scent of damp earth and pine trees filled my lungs, but underneath it, something else lingered. A scent I couldn’t quite place. The night was colder than I expected, colder than it had be
*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 85* Lianna: I was restless. So fucking restless. Every breath I took felt heavier than the last, thick with guilt and uncertainty. My body was tense, my hands curled into trembling fists as I stood frozen in my room, replaying everything over and over. The war. The lives lost. The people who had suffered—all because of me. The door creaked open, and I barely flinched when Imogen walked in. She looked angry. Hell, livid. “Tell me you’re not actually going back to him.” she asked, her dark eyes burning into mine. I swallowed, avoiding her gaze. “You wouldn’t understand.” That was the wrong thing to say. Imogen let out a sharp, bitter laugh before shaking her head, her expression twisting in disbelief. “I wouldn’t understand?” Her voice cracked, her body visibly shaking. “I was there, helping you pick pieces of yourself while you grieved! I saw what he did to you!” She was right. She had been there. She had seen it all. And that made this even worse.
*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 83* Edward: The moment my eyes opened, I knew exactly where I needed to be. Lianna. I pushed off the heavy blankets and rose from my bed, my muscles stiff from restless sleep—or the lack of it. The air was cool, carrying the crisp scent of dawn through the slightly open window. But something felt off. A strange unease settled in my chest, gnawing at me like an unseen force urging me to move faster. I didn't hesitate. Barefoot and still half-dressed, I crossed the hall and knocked on Lianna’s door. The sharp sound echoed through the quiet corridor. I waited, expecting her voice, a muffled “Come in” or at least some movement inside. Nothing. I knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing. A cold weight settled in my gut as I pushed the door open. The hinges creaked, the dim morning light spilling into the room. It was empty. My pulse quickened. I stepped inside, scanning the space for any sign of her. The bed was unmade, the blankets ta
*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 81* Edward: The moment I heard the warrior’s ragged breathing, saw the bloodied cloth wrapped tightly around his arm, I knew something had gone terribly wrong. I had been ready to go after Lianna, scolding Ingrid for allowing her to ride off alone, when Harvey and one of the guards staggered in, half-carrying an injured man between them. His face was pale, his skin slick with sweat, and despite the rough bandaging, crimson still seeped through the layers, dripping onto the marble floor. I turned away from Ingrid, heart pounding. “What happened?” Harvey’s jaw clenched as he eased the man onto a bench in the corridor. “Another attack. A trading route near the eastern border. The same vampires as before.” I inhaled sharply. I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples as I turned away, running a hand over my mouth. Lianna. She had just returned from Ethan’s wing, stubborn and furious, and now she had gone riding alone—without a guard, without
*CHAPTER 80* Lianna: The moment I stepped out of the North Wing, my eyes landed on Edward. He was pacing near the stone archway leading to the training grounds, his hands clenched at his sides, his entire body wound tight with tension. The fading sunlight caught in his dark hair, making it look almost bronze in the dim glow, but there was nothing warm about the way he moved—sharp, rigid steps, jaw locked in frustration. Then he saw me. His shoulders dropped slightly, relief flashing across his face for a fleeting second before something else took over—something darker. He was angry. I barely had time to take another step before he was striding toward me. “Why were you in Ethan’s wing?” His voice was tight, controlled, but I could hear the fury simmering just beneath the surface. I shrugged, unwilling to feed into whatever argument he was ready to start. “I went to speak to him.” H
LIANNA POV The first time I thought about killing myself was the night of my mating ceremony. I married the Alpha of my pack, Ethan and I thought I had hit the jackpot. When we first found out we were mates, he was second in line and his brother Sebastian who happened to be my friend was to be the Alpha. Everyone congratulated me and told me how lucky I was to mate with a beta, but that didn’t matter to me, even if he was very poor, it wouldn’t have changed my love for him because his status didn’t matter to me. All I was after was his love. Lianna and Ethan, forever together. I couldn’t stop my tears as I closed my eyes reflecting on the past. I heard my wolf whimper and tried to comfort me. I was nineteen when I first met Ethan, he was studying abroad and had just graduated, and we quickly realized we were fated mates. Handsome and charming at 24 he instantly swept me off my feet, he was everything I dreamed of and my wolf and I couldn’t be happier. That night I thanked th...
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