All Chapters of Revenge in HundredFold and an Alpha Commander : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I'm going to violently empty my stomach," Bettoni groaned, rushing toward the washbasin.She gripped the porcelain edges tightly with both of her shaking hands, her body heaving violently, as she retched painfully into the basin, emptying her small breakfast of dry toast and water. Sela rushed across the bedroom carpet. The young ginger maid gathered Bettoni's long dark hair and held it securely away from her sweaty face."Breathe deeply, Commandress," Sela soothed, rubbing Bettoni's back with gentle circular motions. "You're pale."Bettoni washed her mouth with cold water and spat it out. She leaned heavily against the wall, breathing worryingly fast. She felt terrible. She felt exhausted all week long, her lower back ached constantly, and her breasts felt heavy and very tender to the slightest touch. Just yesterday, the simple smell of roasted venison from the royal kitchens made her dizzy."Lady Reya definitely poisoned my morning tea," Bettoni whispered weakly as she splashed col

"Drink the pippette, Lady Angelika," the shady merchant instructed, sliding the dark potion across the wooden table.Angelika stared at the disgusting black sludge swirling inside the glass. The damp lower village apothecary tent smelled heavily of rotting leaves and wet dirt. She did not hesitate. She grabbed the glass pipette and drank the bitter dark magic illusion root down.Instantly, the ancient magic took hold. A burning fire erupted inside her chest, so she gripped the edge of the wooden table tightly and endured the magical pain with elegant composure. She refused to scream in front of a dirty peasant even as the dark potion burned its way down her throat and settled heavily in her womb.She felt her lower stomach shift and stretch uncomfortably, the magic swelling her abdomen perfectly to mimic a delicate one month pregnancy. It was a small bump but noticeable to a trained royal healer. Suddenly, a loud thumping sound echoed in her ears. She felt a fake secondary heartbeat p

"Three royal heirs in a single season," Jaceon murmured, staring at the women with greedy ambition.The Alpha ignored the political mess unfolding on his floor; he did not care about the gossip, accusations or the terrified gasps of the wealthy nobles. He only saw three brand new, shiny weapons to secure his fading bloodline forever. His dark eyes traced the flat stomachs of Frostina and Bettoni before landing firmly on the swollen waist of Angelika.He raised his golden hand, commanding silence in the throne room."Fetch the best royal healers immediately," Jaceon commanded to the scrambling royal guards. "I want round the clock medical care for all three mothers. They're to be given the finest silk bedding and the richest meats from the royal kitchens."Jaceon sat back heavily onto his golden throne, looking incredibly proud of himself.Lady Reya marched up the stone steps, ignoring royal protocol. The older woman looked furious. Her expensive jewelry rattled violently against her c

"You need to rest your feet, Angelika," Bryant scolded softly, placing a silk pillow under her ankles.Angelika stared down at the handsome merchant boy kneeling on her expensive carpet, her chest tightening with a very unfamiliar and worrying emotion. She struggled violently to compartmentalize her feelings. She wanted to remain a cold, untouchable politician but her dark, lonely heart betrayed her.Ever since their accidental kiss on the sofa, Bryant acted different. And after she stood in the golden throne room and announced she carried the Alpha royal heir, his behavior shifted even more drastically.Bryant fully believed she was actually pregnant with Jaceon's child. He believed the ultimate king claimed her body. Since that huge announcement, Bryant hardly looked into her bright green eyes. He kept his dark gaze lowered respectfully to the floor and was very cautious whenever he approached her. He stopped his shameless, flirty banter and treated her like a very dangerous piece o

"I'm going to be a terrible father, Bimby," Ardon sobbed openly, burying his face in his hands.He sat heavily on the narrow wooden cot in the damp servant cellars, his broad shoulders shaking violently under his robe. He just escaped a suffocating argument with Frostina in the upper royal bloc and his mind was broken.Just twenty minutes ago he stood in Frostina's private bedchamber as she paced the rugs, complaining loudly about every thing in the palace."You need to actually act like a real Alpha, Ardon," Frostina whined loudly, throwing her hands into the air. "I'm carrying the future king and you just stare at the stone wall like an idiot. I demanded fresh sweet strawberries an hour ago and the kitchen servants ignored me. You need to go down there and threaten them. You need to demand the finest silk blankets for my nursery. Do you even care about our baby at all?"Ardon remembered standing in her bedroom feeling empty. He believed her lie. He truly believed he impregnated her