Lunas Revenge Kill My Alpha Husband

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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"You filthy Omega, what have I been telling you about punctuality?" Luna yelled at the young lady kneeling before her, who was trembling in fear.

Luna was the head of the servants in the manor of Alpha Marcus and she was a disciplinarian who would never overlook even a little mistake. Every servant feared her.

"F... Forgive me, my lady..." The young lady, Elena pleaded feverishly. Her head was spinning and her lips were quivering.

"I am sick. That was why I took the afternoon off and came in late ..." Elena was saying but Luna cut her short immediately.

"And who gave you the permission? Have you suddenly lost your wit? Have you forgotten who you are?" Luna asked her voice stern, totally unfazed by the sick state of the young lady.

"You are an Omega, you don't have the time to be sick. Who is going to attend to the Alpha's needs if you lay in bed, nursing your filthy body?" She yelled, sounding as if Elena was the only servant around, out of the numerous servants in the Alpha's manor.

Elena clenched her fists by her sides as she tried to steady her breath and voice. She felt fainting.

"Forgive me, my lady." She muttered and Luna hissed angrily, refusing to be pacified.

"Get up now. You are in charge of the Alpha's evening tea. You know he wants his tea prepared freshly in his presence... Get some brewed herbs from the kitchen and go and make the tea for him." Luna barked the order at Elena.

"His meeting has just ended and he is already on his way. He has to meet you in the room waiting for him. You sure know that failure to do that will cost you your life, don't you?" She asked the lady casually as if she was talking about the great weather.

"Yes, my lady." Elena maintained, her voice hoarse but she was trying to make it sound firm.

Without another word being exchanged between the duo, Elena stood up and rushed to the kitchen, hurrying as best as her trembling, sick body could carry her.

"I am so sorry." A voice said behind Elena as she walked out of the kitchen, carrying the tea tray in her hands. Without turning back, she knew the owner of the voice.

"Why are you sorry, Rhea? You are not the cause of my misfortune. And aren't we even in it together?" Elena asked her friend as the latter walked to her front.

"I would love to help you... To at least combine your tasks with mine but Luna won't allow it." Rhea told her, her voice laced with concern.

"I know, Rhea so don't feel bad for not being able to help. I can manage. Thank you." Elena replied, ignoring the pang of pain that was surging through her whole body whenever she opened her mouth to talk.

"That witch!" Rhea mumbled under her breath, referring to Luna, then she heaved a sigh as she remembered what had caused Elena's sickness.

"I knew your body would definitely break down after the punishment you have undergone yesterday." Rhea pointed out.

"Don't worry. We are going to get through this, I am certain." Rhea told her friend, reassuringly. The latter smiled sadly at the level of confidence Rhea was using to talk.

"I doubt we are ever going to escape this shitty life." Elena muttered, shaking her head in pessimism. That was because they had lived their whole lives as Omega and there seemed to be no end to it.

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