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One hundred and twenty five
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Revenge on my Alpha husband One hundred and twenty six
Lianna: Adam's arms wrapped around me and he pushed me against the tree closest to us, caging me in with both of his arms on either side of the trunk. He looked down at me, eyes lingering on my lips. "I am the owner of you. I own your body," His fingers grazed down my arm, tracing lines till he got to my waist. "Your soul," He cupped my breasts. "Your everything. It's mine and I get to decide what happens and what doesn't." I planted my foot into the ground and pushed him off, swiftly changing our positions. I stared into his eyes and smirked. "Well, I own you as much as you own me so what are we going to do about that?" My lips moved to his neck and my fangs jutted out, tracing lines down his skin and grazing his ear lobes softly. "Tell me, Edward. Who owns who?" His fingers sank into my skin and he lifted me off the ground and pushed me back into the tree trunk. "Let's see for ourselves." He pushed my panties to the side, muttering how he regretted that he co
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Lianna: The morning light spilled through the tall window, warm against my skin, a slow caress that eased me into wakefulness. But the real warmth, the one that made me want to stay exactly where I was, came from Edward. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me as if I belonged nowhere else. For a long moment, I just lay there, letting the feeling of absolute contentment settle over me. I had never thought I could feel this way, so at peace, so—dare I say it—happy. Carefully, I lifted my head, taking in the sight of Edward’s face. In the soft glow of morning, he looked almost unreal. Strong jaw, slightly tousled hair, thick lashes casting shadows against his cheeks. If the gods had ever sculpted a man by hand, I was convinced they had taken their time with this one. A small, ridiculous smile tugged at my lips as I reached up, fingers hovering just over his face. His eyes fluttered open. I barely had a second to react before I was caught in the full fo
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Lianna: Her expression didn’t change, but there was something sharper in her gaze now. "Go on." "I believe there’s a spell on him," I said. "Something unnatural, something that… swayed his choices." The priestess leaned forward slightly. "You do not trust his love for you?" I hesitated. "I do. But that doesn’t mean something isn’t at play. I need to know the truth. If there is a spell, I want it broken." She was quiet for a long moment, as if weighing my words in her mind. Then, finally, she nodded. "A wise request. Love, when manipulated, is no love at all." I exhaled, relief curling in my chest. "Thank you." But before I could say more, she spoke again. "There is something else on your mind." I hesitated before nodding. "The pandemic." Her brows lifted. "The one that swept through the kingdom," I clarified. "It disappeared too quickly. Almost… unnaturally so. And I have reason to believe my ex-husband’s wife, Freya, had something to do wit
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Lianna: She looked different. Her usual haughty confidence had been stripped away, leaving behind someone tired, almost… haunted. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, her shoulders drawn in like she was bracing for an attack. Edward’s jaw tensed. He didn’t even bother greeting her. I leaned back in his lap, tilting my head as I studied her. "You look awful," I said sweetly. "Having a hard time sleeping? Guilt tends to do that." Freya sighed heavily. "I expected as much from you." "And yet you walked in here anyway," I said, arching a brow. "What do you want?" She hesitated, looking between the two of us. "Before you start hurling insults at me, I'd like to speak." Edward exhaled sharply. "Then get on with it," he said, his voice clipped. I liked the sound of that. Freya hesitated, as if debating whether to actually go through with whatever she had come to say. Then, taking a deep breath, she began. “I lied about being married before,” she sa
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*CHAPTER 130* Ethan: I had long lost count of the days. I'd literally been abandoned here. Left to die from starvation. I thought Edward was softhearted, but now, I saw him for who he really was. Fuck him for leaving me here and not even trying to use the blood privilege to get me the fuck out of here. Hunger gnawed at my insides, a constant, cruel reminder that I was no longer a prince, no longer someone to be feared or respected. I was a prisoner, a forgotten relic of power stripped away. My body was weak, thinner than it had ever been. My tunic, once finely woven, now hung off my frame in filthy tatters, clinging to me like a second skin soaked in sweat and grime. The metal cuffs around my wrists had left deep, angry marks, my once-calloused hands now trembling from exhaustion rather than power. The silence of the dungeon had become my only companion, and I had started speaking to the walls just to hear my own voice again. So when the heavy footsteps ec
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Ethan’s POV The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Freya and stifled a groan. She was standing there, hands clasped in front of her, her face the perfect picture of heartbreak and helplessness. I knew that look too well. In the past, it would have broken me, twisted my insides until I was bending over backward to comfort her and do according to her wishes. Now, all I felt was disgust. I couldn't stand the sight of her. Hell, I wanted to kick her out this instant, but I still had use for her. She had played me, manipulated me, turned me into a shadow of myself. And when I was at my lowest, rotting in a dungeon, she had been the one to whisper the promise of my execution like she was telling me goodnight. I grabbed a towel and rubbed it over my damp hair, shaking off the lingering exhaustion that clung to me. The bath had helped, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the bitterness. Freya took a hesitant step forward, her eyes wide and glistening with t
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Lianna: The High Priestess’s house was the last place I expected to find beauty. Yet here I was, standing in a courtyard blooming with midnight roses, their velvet petals releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that made me pause before stepping further in. I had imagined something else entirely—an ancient, sagging shack, maybe, with a cauldron bubbling over and cats hissing from dark corners. But this? This was elegance. Clean-cut hedges, polished obsidian stone underfoot, and lanterns swinging gently in the breeze like they carried secrets inside their glass. I caught my reflection in the black marble pillars that flanked the doorway. My hair was a mess from the ride, and dust streaked the hem of my dress. Wonderful. I should have worn something less… peasant. And I should have taken a car instead. But then again, I wasn’t here to win a fashion contest. I was here to figure out why the hell Freya was still breathing royal air. The doors opened before I could lift a
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Lianna: The palace walls gleamed like they’d been freshly scrubbed, the faint scent of lavender oil clinging to the warm stones as I stepped inside. The guards at the entrance saluted, their movements sharp and crisp, but I barely spared them a glance. I was too busy thinking about the conversation I’d had with the High Priestess. My fingers curled tighter around the folds of my cloak as I walked, her final words still ringing in my head like an ominous warning. I needed to find Edward. Instead, I found Imogen, leaning lazily against the polished balustrade at the grand staircase, twirling a dagger between her fingers. Her black hair was pinned back today, exposing the scar that ran just beneath her jawline. She looked up as I approached, one brow arched. “You’re back,” she said, slipping the dagger into its sheath at her hip. “Good timing.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why? Is there something on fire I need to put out?” She snorted. “No, but there might be soon. E
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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
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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
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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
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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.”
