บททั้งหมดของ Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

The faint roar of the ocean outside could not disguise the storm that was brewing behind Lily’s suite door. Ethan had been trying to relax in his own room, sprawled across the neatly made bed with his phone in hand, when the raised voices broke through the walls of the beach resort. Ethan could hear Lily’s commanding tone, Lucas’s deeper voice attempting to control the storm, Maya’s sharp protests, and Lena’s softer voice, faltering under the weight of everyone else’s. It made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. With a frustrated sigh, Ethan pushed himself off the bed, slipped on his sandals, and marched toward the door. He didn’t like sticking his nose in other people’s drama, but this noise had been going on for nearly twenty minutes, and the entire hallway was echoing with it. “Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath. “Some of us came here for peace, not a free front-row ticket to a soap opera.” He strode to Lily’s door, hesitated only briefly, then opened the door

The suite was dim except for the muted glow of the chandelier above, its golden light spilling across the polished marble floors. Lena paced back and forth like a storm trapped. Her shoes clicked sharply against the floor, each step echoing her frustration. Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists tight, eyes blazing with fury.“I can’t believe it,” she hissed, more to herself than to Ethan on the couch. “They know, they actually know, after everything I’ve done to stay close, after all the careful planning, Clara ruined it.”Ethan leaned back lazily against the velvet cushions, one arm draped along the backrest, the other holding his glass. His dark eyes shimmered with amusement as he swirled the amber liquid before taking another slow sip. Unlike Lena, there was no storm in him, only cold calculation, like a predator who never needed to rush for his kill.“You’re wasting your energy, Lena,” he drawled, smirking faintly. “All that pacing won’t change the fact that t

The rumble of the Alpha twins’ personal travel bus finally settled into silence as it rolled into the main parking lot of Moonshine College. The air was cool and crisp, so different from the chaos and blood that had filled their vacation. One by one, the group stepped down with their bags. Lily adjusted the strap of her tote bag over her shoulder, Maya dragged her rolling suitcase with a sigh, Graham stretched his arms like he hadn’t stood in days, and Aiden came out last, his expression guarded. Lucas and Liam inhaled deeply as though they were warriors returning to familiar ground, the campus buildings looming tall and reassuring in the distance. But the atmosphere carried weight. None of them had really missed Moonshine. The semester break had been anything but restful. “Smells the same,” Graham muttered, dragging his duffel bag off his shoulder. “College air, exhaust fumes, cafeteria grease, and overpriced coffee.” Maya rolled her eyes. “You forgot the stench of anxiety

Maya knelt beside her half-open luggage, folding clothes with an absent rhythm. Each movement was precise but slow, her thoughts wandering back to the series of events that had happened during their vacation. Back at Moonshine, back to the same halls, the same walls, but nothing feels the same anymore. She smoothed the corner of a sweater with her hand and sat back against the bed. The silence in the dorm was both comforting and unnerving. Strange, Lucas could’ve just dropped it by later. The faint sound of footsteps broke her thoughts. The door creaked open. “Maya?” She jumped up, startled. Lucas stood in the doorway, holding a folded scarf in his hand. Her eyes widened. “Lucas? What are you doing here?” He tilted his head, confused. “Lily forgot this in my bag. I thought I would drop it off before it got lost.” Maya froze. Slowly, the words sank in. “You… what?” “The scarf,” Lucas repeated, lifting it slightly. “She left it—” “No,” Maya cut him off, her voice shak

Lena walked slowly, her heels clicking against the pavement with deliberate rhythm. She liked the sound because it reminded her of control and power in each step. Her phone buzzed in her bag. A sharp, satisfying chime. She pulled it out lazily, almost bored until she saw the headline flash across the screen. PACK FREELANCE REPORTER, CLARA, DETAINED FOR LEAKING SECRETS. Lena’s lips curved slowly and deliberately, into a smile. “Oh, Clara,” she murmured under her breath, the words melting like honey. “You should have known better than to cross me.” The satisfaction that washed over her was pure and intoxicating. Clara had thought herself brave, whispering Lena’s secret to Lily like some savior, peeling away Lena’s carefully woven plans. And now, the same mouth that had exposed her was branded with lies, betrayal and ruin. Clara would wear this shame forever. Lena tucked the phone close to her chest for a moment, savoring the surge of triumph. For once, the universe aligned pe