Revenge in HundredFold and an Alpha Commander 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

​"Commander Zachery has committed high treason against the crown!" Angelika announced loudly in the throne room.​The bright morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of the royal hall. Bettoni stood perfectly still near the golden pillars as she watched the beautiful politician daughter perform her dramatic act flawlessly. Angelika wore a white silk gown to look completely innocent. She stood in the center of the floor, playing the role of a deeply concerned noblewoman.​Alpha Jaceon leaned forward on his solid gold throne. The deep lines on his forehead tightened with frustration. He stared down at Angelika with highly visible suspicion.​"You're accusing the Alpha Commander of high treason, Lady Angelika," Jaceon stated darkly. His voice echoed violently off the walls. "That is an incredibly heavy charge. He is my own blood. You better have undeniable proof before you point a finger at him."​Angelika did not flinch. She stood incredibly tall. "My personal guards watched h

​"Swallow it," Bettoni whispered coldly as Angelika choked and gagged.​Angelika's elegant throat convulsed violently as the hot and poisoned mushroom soup slid completely down her throat. Bettoni released her tight grip on the blonde hair, letting Angelika fall forcefully backward onto the floor. She gasped wildly for fresh air. Her beautiful green eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed unconscious.​Total pandemonium started instantly in the grand dining hall.​Dozens of wealthy noblewomen screamed in terror as they knocked over their carved wooden chairs in a bid to desperately escape the center of the room. The loud clatter of expensive silverware hitting the stone floor echoed off the high ceiling.​Bettoni stood perfectly still amidst the screaming crowd, though her small hands shook slightly. As she looked down at the unconscious girl, a deeply terrifying exhaustion washed over her body. She never wanted to be a vicious killer. She just wanted to sit in a quiet room

​Zachery threw his head back and laughed loudly first, the sound being incredibly dark. "You want to die that badly, brother?" ​Jaceon stood rigid in the center of the chaotic dining hall, glaring at his younger brother. "The ancient laws are final, Zachery. You will face me in the dirt arena tomorrow at noon. Or you will surrender your Commandress to the execution block right now."​"I'll gladly see you in the dirt, brother," Zachery smirked coldly.​Bettoni looked up at Zachery, worrisome. He was too nonchalant about a public death match. He was treating the peak of pack tension like a simple afternoon game.​Ardon stood frozen near the edge of the dining table. The Alpha heir felt his stomach drop into his shoes. He'd never felt more terrified than he did at that moment. Ardon knew his father had the royal Alpha strength but Zachery was a literal walking massacre. Zachery butchered highly trained assassins with his bare hands. If they fought tomorrow, Jaceon would surely die. Ar

​Zachery planted his broadsword into the dirt one inch above Ardon's head.​"You drop your left shoulder every single time you swing, boy," Zachery remarked casually as he bent down and tapped Ardon's bloody cheek with a highly condescending pat. "Fix your clumsy stance or the next rogue you face will actually take your head right off."He stood back up straight. The royal announcer blew the horn and declared the final verdict; Bettoni was proven innocent by the sacred laws of combat.​Zachery sighed like he was immensely bored and rolled his shoulders. "Finally. I can leave this dirty pit and actually go do some real work."​He walked back toward the staging area where Varel waited with a fresh water skin. Zachery took a long drink and immediately turned his eyes up toward the royal balcony, winking lewdly at Bettoni and yelling for her to get ready for a very long night.​Down in the dirt, Ardon tried to push himself up onto his shaking elbows.​Jaceon stormed down the stone steps

​"You look like a true queen," Zachery murmured as he fastened a diamond necklace around her throat.​His rough fingers brushed gently against her sensitive collarbone as the cold, expensive jewels rested perfectly against her warm skin. Bettoni stared at her own reflection in the tall bedroom mirror. She wore a breathtaking blood-red silk gown that hugged every single curve of her waist. She looked absolutely gorgeous but her stomach was a mess of nerves.​"I feel like a fraud, Zachery," Bettoni confessed quietly, touching the heavy diamonds with shaking fingers. "I used to scrub the ballroom floors on my hands and knees. Now, they're throwing a huge military gala in my honor. Half of those nobles still want me dead. They're going to stare at my scars and whisper terrible things."​Zachery wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her tightly against his hard chest, pressing a hot kiss to the crook of her neck.​"Let them stare, sweetheart," Zachery drawled lewdly. "Yo