Revenge in HundredFold and an Alpha Commander のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

"I saved the best seeds for the small sparrows today," Sela smiled brightly, handing the small bag to Varel.Varel took the rough burlap bag gently from her small hands, making sure his fingers brushed warmly against her soft skin. He felt alive for the very first time in years as he stood in the wide, open, sunny courtyard, unbothered by the staring royal guards walking past the gardens.He openly sought her out today. He dropped his strict military patrol route just to find the beautiful ginger maid as his mind was free from the suffocating shadows of the royal bedchambers. He officially ended his toxic nightly encounters with Lady Angelika and the relief was exceptional.Varel fully believed the gorgeous blonde politician was actually carrying Alpha Jaceon's child as the palace had been buzzing with the news for weeks. Angelika claiming the highest power in the pack made her untouchable and dangerous. If the Alpha ever discovered Varel touched his pregnant chosen woman, Jaceon woul

"You're reading that medical textbook wrong, sweetheart," Zachery teased, pulling the book away.Bettoni glared at him across the dusty wooden table. They sat alone in the quiet, royal library, the warm afternoon sun spilling through the tall glass windows."Give that back, Commander," Bettoni demanded, reaching for the thick leather cover. "I need to know how the baby shifts my internal organs. I need to be prepared."Zachery let out a rich, dark, booming laugh. He grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her forcefully onto his muscular lap, purposely ignoring her medical studies. He could never stop his untamed nature. He loved turning a boring educational afternoon into a filthy and very suggestive encounter."I don't care about your organs shifting, Commandress," Zachery murmured deeply, right against her ear. "I only care about how tight your sweet wet center will be after the royal healers finish their messy work. I plan to stretch you back out myself. I'm going to bury my thick leng

"I said I want the wooden bird carved out of pure gold!" Frostina screamed, stomping her expensive shoe.She stood in the center of her luxurious private sitting room, losing her mind. The demand was senseless. It was a wooden carpentry project. You could not carve pure gold with a simple iron wood chisel. But Frostina did not actually care about the stupid birthday ornament anymore. She just wanted to push the silent workman to his breaking point.She wanted him to react to her."Your common tools are useless," Frostina insulted, pacing around his oak table whilst glaring at his dirty boots. "Your linen clothes smell like cheap animal sweat. You're moving incredibly slow. You're just a filthy peasant servant dragging dirty sawdust onto my rugs. Do you even know how to do your pathetic job?"Her young maid cowered in the far dark corner, terrified by the loud, screeching tantrum.Frostina expected the quiet carpenter to just nod silently like he always did, to absorb her insults and f

"We gather tonight to celebrate the immense future of our pure bloodline," Jaceon toasted, raising his golden goblet.The Alpha stood proudly at the head of the expansive mahogany table. The grand dining hall was packed with hundreds of wealthy nobles. Crystal chandeliers sparkled brightly above their heads but the air felt hard to breathe in. Everyone in the room knew the royal court was a ticking political bomb, and the loud, cheerful applause from the lords sounded fake and obviously nervous.Bettoni sat proudly next to Zachery wearing a stunning dark red silk gown. She kept her posture perfectly straight. Zachery was obsessively showering her with loud physical attention; he kissed her bare shoulder and rested his hand firmly on her flat stomach for the court to see, making sure every nobleman knew who she belonged to."You look edible tonight, Commandress," Zachery declared loudly, pouring her a cup of sweet, clean water. "I can't wait to strip that red silk off later and taste

"Enjoy the peaceful dinner while it lasts, Commandress," Angelika smiled a fake, elegant smile across the table.​Bettoni met her gaze. "Peace is subjective, Angelika. I find the quiet moments before a storm soothing."​Varel stepped past Angelika’s chair, ignoring her furious green eyes, and walked toward Sela standing near the wine pitchers.​"Allow me to carry that heavy pitcher, Sela," Varel offered softly, reaching for the handle.​Sela blushed and looked around nervously. "You're the Deputy Commander, Varel. The royal court is staring right at us. You shouldn't be pouring drinks for a lowly maid."​"Let them stare at us," Varel rumbled deeply, his rough fingers brushing warmly against hers. "I'd rather pour sweet wine for you than listen to these highborn women screech all night."​Sela smiled shyly. "You're going to ruin your spotless military reputation, Deputy."​"My reputation means nothing if I can't stand next to the only pure heart in this room," Varel replied honestly.​