All Chapters of Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liam’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his Alpha aura pressing into the space like a storm cloud. Graham’s jaw clenched, and a muscle ticked near his temple, his rage simmering just below the surface. Aiden had crossed his arms, his stance rigid, while Lena hovered just behind him, her eyes darting back and forth, trying to gauge which way the confrontation would turn. Lily and Maya instinctively moved closer to Lucas. His sharp gaze lingered on Clara, then shifted briefly to his twin brother and Graham. “Unbelievable,” Liam muttered darkly, his voice low but thick with fury. “We said no interview, Clara. Last night, at the resort. Do you remember? We denied you outright. And you—” he jabbed a finger in her direction “—you had the audacity to come here.” Clara swallowed, but her spine stayed straight. “I had no choice. None of you would speak to me last night. I’m a reporter—it’s my job to tell the story. People need to know what happened.” Graham stepped forward, his voice hard as

The faint scent of disinfectant still clung to Lucas’s skin as they walked out of the hospital, even though he was finally free of the sterile white walls and endless check-ups. The afternoon sunlight hit his face, warm and golden, and for a moment he just closed his eyes and let the warmth seep into him. He had missed this—fresh air, freedom, and the sound of the waves somewhere in the distance. Lily walked beside him, her hand never leaving his arm, as though afraid he might stumble or be whisked back inside. Liam carried Lucas’s overnight bag slung over his shoulder with the ease of someone used to shouldering burdens, though his eyes were sharp and watchful. The joy of Lucas’s discharge was real, but there was still an unspoken weight pressing down on all of them. Behind them, the others followed, and, of course, the shadows that trailed them everywhere—the two private investigators who doubled as bodyguards—remained uncomfortably close. Lily bit back a sigh. "Just ig

Lena’s blood turned to fire the moment she heard the voice. It was smooth, familiar, and impossible. Ethan. She had warned him not to come here no matter what and Ethan had promised. Promised he wouldn’t follow. Promised he wouldn’t interfere. Yet here he was. Ethan’s gaze swept across the room as though savoring their stunned expressions. Lily stood frozen at the doorframe, the Alpha twins stiff with restrained hostility, Aiden unreadable by the window, Graham stepping protectively closer to Lucas, Maya clutching her notebook in wide-eyed confusion—and Lena, sitting still, her heart a storm under a serene mask. “Who are you?” one of the bodyguards asked sharply, stepping forward. Ethan smiled. “Relax,” he said smoothly, tilting his head with calculated ease. “No need to get tense. I’m just here for Lily.” Lily’s jaw dropped. “For me?” she snapped, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Yes, you,” Ethan replied, his grin widening as though this were some private joke between the

The cab rolled away, carrying Clara off into the city. Ethan lingered at the curb, the faint scent of her perfume still clinging to the air like a ghost. He adjusted the cuff of his tailored shirt, expression unreadable, though the glint in his eyes suggested satisfaction. He turned, ready to head back when he caught sight of three figures walking towards him. Lily, Maya, and their ever-looming bodyguard. Ethan smirked. “Ah,” he murmured to himself, smoothing his hair back. “Perfect timing.” They came to a halt a few feet away. “Ethan,” Lily said flatly. “Maya,” he replied, voice smooth, almost amused. His gaze lingered deliberately on Lily, as though Maya and the bodyguard were merely furniture. “And Lily. You’re glowing as always, even in anger.” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” He spread his hands, his smile widening. “Don’t acknowledge beauty when I see it? That would be dishonest, wouldn’t it?” Maya folded her arms. “Cut the act. We saw you with Clara. Wha

The soft crash of waves outside their balcony mocked Lucas. Each rhythmic roll of the tide was a reminder that the rest of the world was alive, moving, breathing—while he and Liam sat trapped inside their suite like prisoners. Lucas sat slouched on the plush cream couch, controller in hand, his character on the screen already defeated for the fifth time that hour. He wasn’t paying attention. His mind wandered back to Clara’s article, each sharp word slicing deeper into his pride. “She really called me weak.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “As if being poisoned was my fault.” Liam leaned back in the armchair opposite him. “Clara’s an idiot.” Lucas tossed his controller onto the couch with a frustrated sigh. “Do you think they’re close to finding him?” he asked. “The poisoner?” Liam’s fingers froze mid-game. He turned serious, setting the controller down. “They have to be. Graham won’t stop until he does. But it should’ve been us out there, not them.” Silence stretched be