All Chapters of Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The dorm room buzzed with an eerie silence, the kind that creeps in like a fog after a storm—thick, unsettling, unnatural. Lena stood by the bed, hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as her eyes fixated on the one object she wished she had destroyed the moment it fell into her possession—Eliza’s phone.She had been so careful. She had made sure to turn the damn thing off, to keep it hidden, to use it only for her eyes when no one else was around. But she didn’t switch it off. She didn’t throw it away.Now, it was too late.“I'm going to give you one last chance to explain yourself” Lily’s voice rang out like a gunshot, slicing through the silence.Lena’s heart leapt into her throat as she looked at Lily standing in the center of the room, Eliza’s phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her other hand was gripping Lena’s bag—unzipped, violated, and exposed.Lily’s eyes were wide, glittering with disbelief. “Why is Eliza’s phone in your bag, Lena?”Lu

Rain clouds had gathered at the edges of the horizon, a soft warning of another downpour. The scent of wet concrete still clung to the air from an earlier drizzle, and the occasional splash from tires of passing cars breaking through puddles echoed into the buzzing space. The hum of people moving around and the occasional swish of tires on wet roads filled the void that threatened to swallow Lena. The evening sky was filled with slightly dark colours now the rain has passed, faintly illuminated by the scattered lights of the food trucks parked in a semicircle near the edge of the campus hot spot. Smoke curled from sizzling grills, mixing with the scent of roasted meat, melted cheese, and sugary desserts. Laughter bubbled from small groups, and flickering string lights cast a cozy glow over the wooden benches and picnic tables spread across the gravel lot. But Lena sat alone. Her legs were crossed, arms folded tightly, nails digging into her sleeves as her jaw clenched. She bar

The golden afternoon sun poured through the tall arched windows of the lecture hall, casting warm light across the shadows of students hurriedly exiting the room. The low hum of voices, shuffling papers, and clicking pens marked the end of a long day of exams. Liam stretched his arms over his head, his lean muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt as he groaned. "Finally. If I had to read one more line of Treaty Repeal Act, I was going to shift and run into the woods screaming." Graham chuckled beside him, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t quite match the sound. "You say that every time, and yet, here you are. Still intact. Barely." Lucas, trailing behind them and rubbing his temples, snorted. "Easy for you two to joke. I actually studied." "You’re assuming we didn’t?" Liam raised a brow. Lucas gave him a look. "Please. I saw you doodling pack logos during Professor Maddock’s lecture." "It helps me concentrate," Liam said with a shrug. As they exited th

The sky above Black Briar Café was a dull gray, thick with clouds threatening rain. The kind of sky that made people hide under jackets and bury their hands in their pockets. It was perfect for what they were about to do. Lucas tugged the hood of his black sweatshirt farther over his head, tilting it just enough to shadow his eyes. Beside him, Graham adjusted his own hoodie—a worn, olive green one—and muttered under his breath. “This has got to be the dumbest thing we’ve done,” Graham said. “Hiding under hoods, walking into a popular café like three undercover squirrels.” Liam chuckled quietly from the other side. He wore a charcoal hoodie with a navy scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Lucas' eyes locked on the entrance to Black Briar Café. The place that had become a hotspot for strange activity—especially in the alley behind it. And their best lead yet pointed to the Fenrys Serum. “We ready?” Lucas asked, his voice low and clipped. Graham nodded. “Let’s keep it clean. W

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the dorm room walls. Lily groaned, rolling onto her side, and blindly reached for the laptop sitting on the desk beside her bed. Its screen had gone dark hours ago, but she hadn’t shut it down. Not after last night. She tapped the touchpad a few times before the screen lit up, showing the familiar folder: EJ-DiaryLogs. Her eyes flickered over to the notification under the password prompt: "Too many incorrect attempts. Try again in: 6 hours, 14 minutes, and 57 seconds." “Ughhh,” Lily groaned, dragging her hands down her face in frustration. “Come on…” It was maddening—those four voice recordings were sitting right there. “Six more hours…” she muttered bitterly. “Might as well be six years.” Beside her, Maya stirred in the other bed, a mop of dark curls barely peeking out from under the covers. Lily glanced over, her expression softening slightly. “No exams today,” she murmured to herself, gr