LOGINShare
Chapter seventy two
Last Updated:
2025-01-30 21:06:25
Related chapters
Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy three
Lianna: The long oak table was adorned with delicacies that could tempt even the most stoic appetite. I toyed with my fork, my thoughts clouded with indecision. Should I tell Edward about Ethan? Every instinct screamed that I should. But then again, why should I? I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I could handle Ethan on my own, couldn’t I? I glanced toward the large arched window, watching the trees sway lazily in the wind. The scent of roasted lamb and spiced wine lingered in the air, mingling with the faint floral aroma of fresh lilies adorning the table. My stomach twisted—not with hunger but with anxiety. When Edward entered, his presence immediately dominated the room. His broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and the way he carried himself with effortless authority always had a way of calming me, even if I wouldn’t admit it aloud. “Welcome back,” I said softly, my lips curling into a smile. Edward raised a brow, clearly surprised when I stepped toward him. Befo
Last Updated : 2025-01-30Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy four
Edward: Harvey tossed a kerchief at me and I wiped the blood off my hand against the material, heaving a sigh before I let it drop to the ground and walked out of the warehouse. Harvey was beside me as I walked out of the warehouse. I was angry as hell. This was the second time in a row since we had a rogue attack and it was starting to feel like it was planned. I'd just dealt with the rogue Werewolves I found stealing from me. They were wolves without a Pack owing to the fact that they'd either been thrown out of their respective packs or had ran away for rebellion's cause. Though they gave most Packs problems, they had never chosen to mess me with me as they weren't ready to meet their deaths just yet. I didn't really bother myself over them because over the decades, they had stayed away from the Pack but seeing that they had done this to tear down sort of luck and had chosen to steal from me, I decided to sh
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy five
Lianna: My skin prickled with an insane sense of awareness as I sat in my bed, my legs curled into each other as I stared at the book in my hand. I'd been staring down at one page for the past one hour, words blurring in and out as I stared blankly into the pages. The words were all jumbled up and not making sense to me. Letting the book drop to the bed, I sat back before raking my fingers through my hair and letting out a sigh. A tiny headache was starting to bud up behind my head, pounding away like a blacksmith hitting away at his metal weapons. I couldn't stop thinking about last night with Edward. We had crossed boundaries. We had been crossing it from the onset but I didn't realise until now and now, it seemed kind of too late. And the fact that Ethan was slowly finding a way to crawl back into my life even made things worse. I soon picked the book up, thankful it was the last page and hurriedly reading it
Last Updated : 2025-01-31Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy six
Lianna: My breath was still ragged, my heart still hammering violently in my chest as I pressed myself against the tall bookshelf, my fingers clutching the fabric of my dress as though it could anchor me. The spot where Ethan had grabbed me throbbed, his touch lingering like a stain I couldn't scrub away. And now, in front of me, Edward stood before Ethan in unrestrained fury. His fists rained down on Ethan, each punch sending a sharp crack through the silence of the library. Ethan grunted, struggling to fight back, but Edward was relentless. There was no hesitation in his movements, no pause for breath. Just pure, unbridled rage. I swallowed hard, the coppery scent of blood thick in the air as Ethan’s head snapped back from another blow. His lip was split, blood trickling down his chin, but he only smirked, his breath shallow, his eyes filled with something sickeningly smug. Edward’s voice was low, menacing. “You’ll stay the hell away from her, Ethan. You already
Last Updated : 2025-02-01Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy seven
*CHAPTER 77* I sat by my the window, staring out at the vast stretch of land beyond the palace, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the untouched teacup in front of me. The sun had begun to set, casting a golden hue across the sky, but I found no comfort in its beauty. My mind was still reeling from what had happened in the library. Even when I heard the distant sound of raised voices—Edward and Ethan’s unmistakable tones clashing like swords—I didn’t move. I had no strength. A sharp knock on my door broke the stillness, and before I could say a word, Ingrid pushed it open. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room before landing on me. I could see the concern etched into her face, the tightness in her jaw. “Lianna.” Her voice was softer than usual, but there was an edge to it, a restrained urgency. “What’s wrong?” I opened my mouth, then closed it. What could I even say? I swallowed, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “He ambushed me,” I said
Last Updated : 2025-02-02Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy eight
CHAPTER 78 Edward: Harvey stood before me, arms folded, his sharp eyes scanning my face. His expression was unreadable, but the weight in his voice made my jaw clench. “So, what are you going to do about him?” he asked. “Because at this rate, Ethan won’t stop. He’s using the mate bond as leverage, and Lianna…” He exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Edward, he’s relentless. He wants her back.” I stiffened at the words, my grip tightening around the documents on my desk. I had been trying—trying so damn hard—to focus on pack matters, to get through this mountain of responsibilities without losing my temper. But how could I, when the problem I was trying to push aside was being shoved right in my face? Ethan. Ethan and his obsession with Lianna. I let out a slow breath, my fingers flexing before I placed the documents down carefully, deliberately. “He will not take her back.” My voice was steady, but even I could hear the restrained fury beneath it. “He
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter seventy nine
CHAPTER 79 Lianna: Edward’s words stayed with me, settling deep in my chest like an anchor I couldn’t shake off. "I will do everything in my power to make sure he never takes you from me." I wanted to trust in that promise. But fear was an insidious thing, creeping through the cracks of my resolve, whispering doubts in my ear. Ethan wasn’t the kind of man to let go. He had never been. And now, with the bond still lingering between us, no matter how much I tried to sever it, I knew he wouldn’t stop. The mere thought of him made my stomach tighten. Once, I had given him everything—my love, my devotion, my future. When I learned he was my mate, I thought it was fate rewarding me, sealing our love in the most sacred way possible. I had seen a lifetime with him. A home, children, happiness. I had been naive. Loving Ethan had cost me everything—my dignity, my happiness, my sense of self. I had spent months trying to rebuild what he had broken, and even now, I
Last Updated : 2025-02-04Revenge on my Alpha husband Chapter eighty
*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
Last Updated : 2025-02-05
Latest chapter
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and seven
Edward: I didn’t think I had ever had a good time like that in my entire goddamn life. Seated on my ridiculous golden throne, which, by the way, I had told them was unnecessary but they had insisted like it was some sacred tradition, I watched the sea of smiling faces parading before me. Everyone looked genuinely happy to see me, like they were actually proud, and for the life of me, I couldn’t even pretend to be my usual sarcastic self. The grin splitting my face was impossible to contain. It felt ridiculous, too wide, too bright, but hell if I cared. My chest was warm, my fingers were drumming lightly against the armrest in time to the soft thrum of music weaving through the air. The scent of fresh flowers... roses, gardenias, something Lianna had picked, I was sure drifted through the hall, blending with the mouth-watering smell of pastries and meat pies and the sharp tang of aged wine. A few of the Alpha Kings I was c
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and six
Edward: “How the hell is she able to be this bubbly after she almost died yesterday?” Harvey muttered, leaning forward against the iron railing of the gallery. I stood beside him, arms loosely folded, my gaze drawn down to where Lianna moved like a wildfire in silk. She was everywhere at once, barking out orders to the kitchen staff, laughing too loudly at something one of the guards said, twirling away from an apprentice who nearly dropped a tray of wine glasses at her feet. Her hair whipped behind her like a banner, her cheeks flushed with life. She looked damn good doing it too. She looked alive, radiant, and unstoppable. And that made me damn rock hard. I felt my mouth curl into a slow, uncontrollable smile. “She’s Lianna,” I said simply, voice low, almost reverent. “Death’s scared of her, not the other way around.” Harvey shook his head with a chuckle, but his eyes stayed trained on her too, like he couldn’t help himself. Ingrid’s heels clicked ag
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and five
Edward: The podium felt colder than it should have. Maybe it was just me. Hell, maybe it was the goddamn nerves humming under my skin, crackling through my bloodstream like I’d swallowed a live wire. I adjusted the heavy folds of my coat, brushing the fabric smooth with my palms. The leather was stiff under my fingertips, polished to perfection, but it didn’t ease the tension straining my spine. Harvey was a silent shadow at my back, his presence a steady weight between my shoulder blades. Good. I needed that anchor right now. The crowd before me shifted, a sea of bodies cloaked in muted colors and apprehensive whispers. I stepped forward, feeling the wood of the podium creak beneath my boots, and cleared my throat, the sound slicing through the low murmur of voices. "Good morning," I began. It was the kind of voice that made people lean in even if they didn’t trust a damn word coming out of your mouth. "I want to start by apologizing for dragging you all out here toda
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and four
Lianna: I adjusted Edward’s collar, tugging it with the kind of care a surgeon might use when slicing open a patient. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, and he stared at me like I’d just announced I was going to crown myself Empress of the Seven Kingdoms. "You know," he muttered, a lopsided smirk tugging at his mouth, "you’re acting like this is some royal wedding, not just a boring speech in the town square." I laughed under my breath, smoothing down the front of his jacket with a few sharp swipes. The fabric was rich under my palms. It was soft, expensive, and a little smug, just like him. "Oh, it is a royal wedding, Eddie," I said sweetly. "Between you, destiny, and whatever chaos we manage to unleash today." He rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might actually fall out of his head. "Should’ve known you were secretly trying to become an influencer," he grumbled. "Just this once," I quipped, giving the lapels one final, overly dramatic flourish. "I
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and three
Freya: I was deep in the middle of a very satisfying drea. It was a dream about me on a deserted island, no nagging voices, no endless plans for world domination, when the knocking started. It was persistent enough to rattle the door on its hinges. I groaned into my pillow, dragging the blanket over my head like that flimsy piece of fabric would somehow drown out the inevitable reality waiting for me on the other side. No such luck. The knocking only grew louder, like a war drum signaling my doom. "Gods," I hissed under my breath, pushing myself upright. My muscles protested. I rubbed at my eyes, feeling the crust of exhaustion scraping against my lashes. Another knock. This time, it shook the whole damn doorframe. "I'm coming!" I snapped, stumbling toward the door, the wooden floor cold against my bare feet. I yanked it open with a sharp tug, blinking against the blinding hallway light, and there she was. My mother. Standing in a fury, arms crossed so tightly
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and two
Lianna: The solar was soaked in gold. Thick streams of morning sunlight pouring through the wide windows, catching on the dust motes that floated lazily in the warm air. I curled further into the deep cushions of the settee, absently twirling the stem of my empty goblet between my fingers, feeling the slight slickness of glass warmed by my palm. Edward sat across from me, long legs sprawled out, shirt sleeves rolled up in that reckless way that always made my blood simmer. The door creaked open and one of the maids stepped in, the rustle of her skirts brushing against the polished floors. She bowed slightly. "My Lord, My Lady. The announcement has been made. About the address at the market square." I straightened, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. "Did they make it obvious that I wouldn’t be there?" "Yes, my Lady," she nodded briskly. "It was made clear you are away visiting family." "Perfect," I m
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred and one
Lianna: The morning sun spilled into the room entirely too bright for someone who’d just woken up. But I didn’t mind. I felt good. Better than I had in days. My limbs didn’t feel like they were filled with cement, my head wasn’t throbbing, and I wasn’t sweating through every damn sheet like I was trapped in a sauna sent from hell. No, this morning… I felt like myself again. Whole. Dangerous. Alive. I swung my legs off the bed, the marble floor biting cold against my bare feet. The silk robe I grabbed clung to my damp skin as I shrugged into it, its texture like water slipping between my fingers. The air smelled of fresh linen and pinewood, soft and crisp, and when I tied the robe around my waist, something fluttered in my chest. Excitement. Finally. I could train again. I didn’t get far before a voice groaned behind me. “Lianna… what the hell are you doing?” I turned, caught mid-step, with my hair messy, one knee bent, and my hand halfway to the doorknob. E
Revenge on my Alpha husband Two hundred
Lianna: I stirred to the sound of rustling fabric and the gentle weight of a hand on mine. My eyelids blinked open slowly. The low amber glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warm shadows. He was sitting right beside me, elbow propped on the bed, fingers trailing across my knuckles with an almost reverent tenderness. The second our eyes met, the tension on his face cracked and melted into a soft smile. "You're awake," he whispered, voice hoarse and threaded with relief. Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, one hand sliding up to cradle my cheek. "How do you feel, my warrior queen?" I let out a soft groan, stretching slowly as though my bones had been carved from old stone. “Like someone beat me with a broomstick, then threw me into a pit full of sorrow and set it on fire. But thank you for asking.” He chuckled, eyes scanning my face. “Your colour’s back. You had me panicking. You actu
Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and ninety nine
Lianna: I’d fought wars with blood in my teeth and lightning in my palms. I had come out bruised, singed, but never like this. Never this empty. It was like something had drained the marrow from my bones, like my soul had been sifted through a sieve and discarded for sport. I wasn’t just tired, I was hollowed out. My eyelids felt like lead but lifted slowly at the sound of faint incantations. It was low and rhythmic, the syllables curling into my ears like smoke. My vision blurred, then sharpened around the figure of a woman draped in charcoal grey, her fingers twinkling with tiny, glowing sigils. I blinked once, twice. Ah. The Pack Witch. Relief loosened something in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I hated looking fragile, even though I currently felt like someone had taken a hammer to every joint in my body. “Still alive, I see,” I murmured, my voice raspy and dry like parchment left in the sun. “Congratulations. You all didn’t kill me with your fretting.”
