Revenge on my Alpha husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Lianna: The rhythmic pounding of my horse’s hooves against the soft earth was the only sound filling the otherwise quiet forest. The air smelled fresh, crisp with the scent of damp leaves and wildflowers, but even nature’s beauty wasn’t enough to untangle the tight knot in my chest. I had meant to hurt Ethan, and I had. I could still see the stunned look on his face, the way his body had hung in the air, helpless against my power. I had meant every word I said to him. But now, my hands trembled slightly as I gripped the reins. Not out of regret. No, I didn’t regret defending myself. I was just… exhausted. Tired of fighting. Tired of proving my worth. Tired of people like Ethan acting like I didn’t belong, like I was nothing. I breathed in deeply, trying to focus on the soothing sounds around me—the rustling of the trees, the distant call of an owl, the steady rhythm of my horse’s breath. The waterfall wasn’t too far now. A place of solitude. A place where I could just

Lianna: Ethan was lucky that I had mustered the decency of not sinking my claws into him. It would have taken the whole pack to rip me away from him and that would have definitely ended in his limb leaving his body. The air around me stank of him. He stank of rot disguised as royalty. Ethan’s sneer still lingered in the room long after the guards dragged him away, kicking and snarling like the feral animal he truly was. His voice echoed inside my skull like a bitter aftertaste I couldn't quite spit out. "A fucking maid," he’d scoffed. "A commoner! That's what she is! Have you forgotten who I am? I am fucking royalty and you should respect that! She's nothing but a mere fucking maid!" I almost laughed. Almost. The kind of laugh that would’ve curdled blood. "A pregnant woman with a family and a mate, you insufferable waste of a man," I had snapped before the guards tightened their hold on him. "Remember that while you rot in the dungeons! And who gives a fuck if

Lianna: I didn’t hear him come in. Typical Edward. I stood by the marble counter, glass of water clutched in my palm, the coldness biting against my heated skin like the universe mocking me for being so utterly exhausted yet unable to sleep. I hadn’t noticed him move until I turned, and like the shadow he had been all day, there he was, standing way too close. His scent got to me before his words did. It was that familiar blend of cedarwood and something like the earth after rain, or regret steeped in silence. "Are you avoiding me?" His voice was low. Rough. Almost tired. I scoffed bitterly. "Avoiding you?" My brow arched with all the defiance I could muster. "Please, don't flatter yourself, Edward. You're the one who decided to storm out of the dining room like a petulant child denied his favorite toy." His jaw tensed and that subtle clench that told me he hated the way I bit with my words but had nothing to say to defend himself. He sighed like breat

Edward: I had known pressure before and it was the kind that sat on your chest like dead weight, the kind that made a man lose sleep, made his temper thinner than parchment. But this? This was different. This was blood-deep. Ugly. Suffocating. Ethan. His name alone felt like ash on my tongue. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, adjusting the cuffs of my black shirt, my jaw tight enough to crack. My reflection didn’t lie. Sleepless eyes, a furrow that had become permanent between my brows, and exhaustion that no amount of grooming could mask. The moment I’d walked into the hall and found out what he had done to that maid… the raw shame that gutted me could’ve torn a weaker man apart. Lianna had looked at him like she wanted to skin him alive. And me? She’d looked at me like I was no better. I couldn’t even blame her. Hell, I shouldn’t. The memory sat in my bones like a bad scar. Ethan was far too reckless reckless and it came from a privileged

Lianna: The sunlight warmly poured through the silk curtains like honey. I lay on the settee near the window, a thick robe hugging my body like a second skin. The palace was quiet but my head was a battlefield. All I could hear was the echo of those ridiculous elders debating whether Ethan deserved punishment or not. My stomach still churned when I thought of it. A council of men in fine robes sitting around a polished table, arguing over the fate of a woman who hadn’t asked for any of this. Who had simply been doing her job and who ended up being violated. I rubbed a hand over my face and forced myself to sit up. If I let the events of the day fester in my mind, I’d only grow more bitter. I needed to breathe. I needed to do something. Something that felt like healing. Something that reminded me the world hadn’t lost all its humanity. So I grabbed a few things. A warm lavender wrap, a box of vanilla-almond macaroons for the childr