All Chapters of Revenge on my Alpha husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Edward: I knew Lianna was mad—furious, actually. The kind of anger that didn’t just simmer but roared, threatening to consume everything in its path. I decided to give her some time to cool down, knowing that approaching her too soon would be like throwing myself into an inferno. Instead, I focused on the responsibilities I couldn’t ignore. Harvey and I had to be at the other Pack for a meeting, a tedious gathering filled with unnecessary posturing and debates over land disputes that could have been solved with a damn coin toss. I sat through the entire thing, nodding when necessary, offering my opinions where required, but my mind was elsewhere—on Lianna, on the way she had looked at me before she stormed off. By the time I returned to the palace, exhaustion clung to my skin like an unwelcome second layer. I was ready to find her, to talk, to fix whatever damage had been done. But the moment I stepped into our chambers, I froze. The space felt different. It was empty.

My back hit the wall at the same time he gripped my waist. Yanking me flush against him, his lips began to glide against mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue scoured my mouth, like he was searching untouched depths and it drove me to a point of craziness even I couldn't understand. I tugged against his shirt, almost at the edge of saying 'fuck it' and doing whatever he wanted me to do. A soft moan escaped my throat. That was a driving force for Edward because he sank his fingers into my hair, holding onto my scalp. His free hand curled around my hip and he lifted me in his arms like I weighed nothing. His lips left mine for a moment and I was made to stare at his face. His eyes had gone shades darker, intense darkness lurking behind them. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses and so were mine. But there was something about his that drove me crazy. I wanted to take over him. I wanted to dominate him, to make him feel good. I could barely recognise

I could barely walk but I had to. I mustered up strength from within and took us over to the bed. I was yet to come down from my new high and I needed a breather. Lianna pressed her hand against my chest. "Wait." She smiled. "You need to rest. Your eyes are droopy." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You sound tired. You should rest a bit. You just had the best orgasm. You deserve to rest or sleep." "But I want to..." She pressed her lips into mine, automatically shutting me up. "Rowena." "Shhh," She smiled again. "I love seeing you this way. Vulnerable and all mine. It's enough to get me by tonight." "I'll be awake at midnight. You better be." "I can't sleep," She chuckled and laid her head on my chest. "I just want to watch you sleep. I miss you so much." "So do I," I brushed her soft, plump lips that looked plumper after the intense kisses we shared. "You're so beautiful, Lianna. I'm not surprised why you drive me crazy. It's not just

Lianna: Kisses, soft kisses. Caresses. Nips here and there. Fingers digging into skin and running through smooth silky hair. The sounds of moans and grunts, hisses, naughty phrases and words of appraisals. Legs entwined in each other and tangled under sheets. All of these combined together to release several hormones that contributed to my orgasm. We were yet to start but I already got my first orgasm and I could feel another one coming as Lucas worked his fingers on my clit. I lay in bed, naked and vulnerable. I had no control or power over myself as I'd surrendered it all to Edward. His lips returned to my core, lapping up the wetness that had built up over the time he'd been concentrating on another part of my body. "You taste so good," He sighed. "I want to keep getting you wet and just lapping up your sweet smelling juices for the rest of today but that would tire you out and make things really boring for you." He didn't even wait for me to speak b

Edward: The hall was a miserable place to be. A suffocating blend of polished wood, solemn faces, and discussions that made me want to bash my head against the nearest pillar. We’d been talking about fund allocations for the past hour, debating over statues, benches, and lamp placements like our lives depended on it. I barely listened. The moment Lianna stepped into the room, the droning of the elders became nothing but background noise. The heavy oak doors had barely shut behind her before my full attention snapped to her. She carried herself with that effortless grace, the kind that made men lose their senses and women secretly envious. My mate. My wife. My undoing. A slow smile spread across my lips, my fingers drumming once against the table. “You’re late, sweetheart.” She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. “I wasn’t invited.” I leaned back in my chair, never breaking eye contact. “An oversight. Join me.” Lianna raised a brow, g