Revenge in HundredFold and an Alpha Commander 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

​Bryant was officially released from the cold, dark cellar three days ago. The wealthy merchant boy walked into his family estate covered in dried blood and dark purple bruises. His mother Madam Williams was amok, screaming loudly and throwing expensive porcelain vases across the foyer. She demanded to know exactly who kidnapped her favorite, beautiful son.​Bryant lied smoothly to his mother. He told her a group of desperate rogue thieves jumped him in the filthy lower village alleys. He could never tell her the terrifying truth, and admit that sweet, quiet Bettoni drugged his expensive wine. He could never tell his mother that his own sister tortured him until he wrote a full written confession against Lady Angelika. Bettoni terrified him now. The dirty Gamma street rat was gone entirely. Bettoni was now a heartless monster playing the royal game perfectly.​Did the brutal torture stop his humongous political ambition? Absolutely not. Bryant still wanted much power. He wanted to si

​"Lock the door, Varel," Angelika commanded softly as she let her silk robe fall to the floor.​Varel froze in his military boots. He knew he should never have come to her private bloc tonight. He stood rigidly in the center of her expensive bedchamber and stared at the dark, polished wood of the door, refusing to turn around and look at her.​"You summoned me here to discuss the Northern border patrols, Lady Angelika," Varel stated stiffly, but his deep, raspy voice betrayed his nervous tension. "Please, put your clothes back on. This is highly inappropriate."​Angelika let out a very soft and elegant laugh. She walked gracefully across the green carpet, wearing nothing underneath the discarded silk robe, her pale skin glowing warmly in the golden candlelight.​"We're discussing military business, Deputy," Angelika purred smoothly as she walked directly into his line of sight and stood near her vanity. "The Alpha needs to know exactly how many troops Commander Zachery is hiding in th

​"Keep your pretty eyes closed, Commandress," Zachery ordered playfully as he guided her through the gardens.​His calloused hands rested warmly over her face, blocking her vision entirely. Bettoni walked blindly forward, letting his chest guide her steps.​Zachery looked down at her soft dark hair. His mind spun with unfamiliar thoughts lately. He watched her battle the snarky royal nobles every single day. She completely won over the hardened military generals and their wives, but the royal court still treated her like a dirty street rat. The constant political warfare visibly exhausted her, and Zachery hated seeing the dark circles under her beautiful, brown eyes.​He wanted to actively accommodate his wife. He wanted to make her feel truly permanent in his brutal life even if his own feral heart still feared being vulnerable. She was very different from the twenty-one political spies his brother forced into his bed before. She had a brilliant mind and will, but what Zachery loved

"We need to solidify this royal union tonight, Ardon," Frostina demanded, pushing him forcefully onto the mattress.Ardon stared up at the sheer pink canopy hanging high above her expensive bed. He felt numb. His back hit the soft sheets, but his mind was disconnected from his body. He was only lying in this dark royal bedchamber because of the toxic conversation he endured earlier that afternoon.Just a few hours ago, Ardon stood in the dusty military training ring, holding a dull wooden sword, as the afternoon sun beat down heavily on his bruised ribs. Dawid and Taylor stood across from him, swinging their own wooden blades with lazy strikes.They were not his real friends. They were wealthy, opportunistic vultures. They abandoned Ardon when Zachery humiliated him in the dirt arena, and even avoided the medical bay. But today, they returned to the training yard with fake, bright smiles, because Ardon was still technically the Alpha heir. They wanted to remain close to the future cro

The midday sun felt blinding against his tired eyes. Varel walked heavily down the white stone paths of the royal gardens, his chest aching with a strange emptiness. He rubbed the back of his neck, and let out a long, exhausted sigh.He spent the previous night tangled in Angelika's expensive sheets. It was their fourth nightly rendezvous. The physical pleasure was intense and mind numbing, but the emotional aftermath was suffocating. Every time he left her dark bedchamber, he felt like a worthless object. Angelika treated him like a disposable, shiny toy. She demanded aggressive power in bed, but she offered nothing else. She never asked about his day. She never looked him in the eyes with any real warmth. She only stared at the ceiling, and imagined he was Commander Zachery.Varel soon understood why his Commander looked at the gorgeous blonde politician with disgust. Angelika had a perfect, beautiful body, but her inner soul was rotten. Varel felt drained and foolish. He traded his