Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

The beach resort was alive in its own rhythm, even after the sun had fallen into the horizon. From the open-air lounge, laughter drifted like faint music, mingling with the mellow tunes played by a saxophonist near the bar. Lily stretched her arms above her head, the long day’s weariness finally catching up to her. She exchanged a smile with Maya as they stepped inside, their bare feet leaving faint trails of sand that quickly disappeared under the dim light. “It feels good to breathe without worrying who’s lurking in the shadows. Even if it’s for a couple seconds,” Lily said with a tired sigh. Her hair glinted in the glow, framing her face in soft waves. Maya chuckled, brushing strands of sea-tangled black hair out of her face. “Don’t jinx it. We’ve had one crisis after another. Poisoning, rogues, reporters…” Her tone grew sharper. “Sometimes I wonder if fate is deliberately cruel or if someone is pulling strings just to watch us squirm.” They moved toward the sleek bar cou

The soft hush of the waves was the first thing Lily heard when she stirred awake. The calming sounds of the ocean seemed to slip through the balcony doors, carrying with it the faint scent of salt, the whisper of palm leaves swaying in the breeze, and the promise of another warm day. For a long moment, she didn’t move. Her body was in between Lucas and Liam, their warmth anchoring her in place. Lucas’s arm was draped heavily across her waist, protective even in sleep, while Liam’s hand rested lightly against her shoulder, his breathing slow and even. The twins’ scents wrapped around her like a shield, calming the restless corners of her soul. Her lips curved faintly, her chest swelling with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. If someone had told her a year ago that she would be here in a luxurious suite on a private resort, waking up in the arms of the Alpha twins who once seemed so far above her, she would have laughed in their face, or maybe cried. Back then, she had be

The quiet in Lily’s suite felt heavy, broken only by the faint rustle of curtains as the breeze slipped through the slightly open balcony door. “Sit,” Maya whispered, her tone gentle yet firm, guiding Lily back down to the edge of the wide bed. Lily complied, lowering herself onto the plush mattress as though her bones had suddenly lost their strength. She smoothed her dress nervously, avoiding the eyes that were watching her. Lucas, Liam, and Graham formed an almost protective circle around her, their imposing frames filling the room with quiet tension. Lucas crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tight with concern. Liam leaned closer, crouching slightly so he could look Lily in the eyes. Graham stood behind Maya, his brow furrowed as though he were calculating something grim. Lucas was the first to break the silence. His voice was low, edged with restrained worry. “Lily what happened? Why did you nearly collapse back there? And why in the name of the Goddess did Ethan have

The living room of the beach resort suite was drenched in the faint golden glow of the sun rising. Outside the wide balcony doors, the sound of waves rolled steadily against the shore, a muted rhythm that seemed to underline the silence inside. Lucas paced around the room. His expression was caught between shock and exhilaration, his dark brows drawn tightly together. Liam leaned against the arm of a couch, his arms crossed over his chest as though trying to keep himself from shaking apart. Graham sat heavily in one of the armchairs, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his sharp eyes darting between the twins and the quiet figure of Aiden, who leaned against the balcony door with a measured calm that seemed to only agitate Lucas further. For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence thickened, the only sound the rush of the ocean beyond the glass. Finally, Lucas broke. “Pregnant,” he muttered, as though the word were too large to sit comfortably in his mouth. He turned sh

The room felt suspended between breaths, like the entire world was holding itself still in anticipation of what would come next. Lily now sat on the edge of the sofa, her palms resting against the cushions, fingers curling inward as though clutching invisible threads of courage. The tension in her chest slowly loosened, yet her heart beat on with a confusing rhythm of part relief, part disappointment, and part something she could not name. Lucas and Liam stood close, their presence a protective shield that both soothed and unsettled her. Liam, more openly expressive, let out a chuckle that sounded nervous and joyful all at once. “Thank the Moon Goddess,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t tell you how much lighter I feel. Lily, we’re glad it’s not what we feared.” Lucas stepped forward, resting a gentle hand on Lily’s shoulder. His grip was firm but grounding. “He’s right. We’re happy about this, truly.” Across the room, Lena’s lips curved into a smile t