All Chapters of Revenge in HundredFold and an Alpha Commander : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"The keys felt incredibly cold in the dirty mercenary's hands, but the promised gold felt warmer," the scarred criminal grunted, unlocking the freezing dungeon cell.​Angelika pressed her bare back against the damp stone wall as she shivered in her ruined gray shift. She stared at the two sneering men standing in her open doorway, not knowing the final phase of her downfall had officially begun.​"Who are you?" Angelika whispered, her green eyes wide with fear. "Are you sent by the Alpha to execute me tonight?"​"We're your ticket out of this palace, Lady Chattway," the second mercenary laughed darkly. "The rich merchant boy, Bryant Williams, paid us a fortune to sneak you out of the castle. Let's move right now before the royal guards wake up and hang us all."​Angelika felt her chest bloom with sudden hope. Bryant actually kept his promise. He did not abandon her to the freezing dung pits. She scrambled to her bare feet, terrified but ready to run, and followed the two hardened cri

The salty ocean breeze blew warmly across the sandy beach, but Ardon felt a sudden chill run down his spine.​He looked at the gentle boy walking beside him and feared this peace was just a fragile dream. They walked barefoot along the wet shoreline. Ardon wore a simple white linen shirt, stripped of his golden royal apparel, making him look like a normal, happy civilian.​"You look handsome in simple clothing, Ardon," Bimby smiled warmly, swinging their joined hands together. "You look free."​"I feel like an actual human being for the very first time in my miserable life," Ardon confessed, stopping to pull the tutor close. "I never want to wear that armor ever again. Let's just stay right here forever, Bimby. We can buy a small wooden fishing boat and forget my furious father and his stupid palace."​Bimby smiled a soft, sweet smile, but his brown eyes turned serious.​"We can't hide in the wet sand forever, my beautiful prince," Bimby preached gently, reaching up to trace Ardon's s

Back at the royal palace, the political storms had finally settled into a grim reality. Zachery and Jaceon stand in the quiet hallway to share a long-overdue brother-to-brother talk.​Jaceon looked aged and defeated, the golden crown seeming too large for his shaking head."How's the Commandress?" Jaceon asked, his voice echoing hollowly against the stone. He didn't look at Zachery, kept his eyes on the flickering wall torch. "I heard about the... the loss. I assume she's locked herself away in grief?"Zachery tightened his jaw, the mention of their baby slicing through his chest, but he kept his expression unreadable. "Bettoni isn't the type to hide, Jaceon. She’s mourning, but she’s still standing. She’s stronger than any woman I’ve ever met in this palace."Jaceon let out a dry, breathy chuckle that sounded more like a choke. "I’ll admit, she terrifies me, Zachery. I never knew a Gamma could play this political game with such tenacity. She rose through the ranks and eliminated her

Ardon shoved Bimby onto the private sandy beach. The classified military maps and the encrypted letters scattered across the white sand. Ardon drew his iron sword with a sharp ringing noise, the metal chiming over the crashing ocean waves.​"Explain this treason to me right now!" Ardon roared, pointing the tip at Bimby's chest. "You're a filthy traitor!"​"I hated the arrogant pureborn royals my whole life, Ardon," Bimby cried, falling to his knees in the white sand.​"You used me!" Ardon screamed, his voice cracking with devastation. "You manipulated my lonely, trusting heart just to steal military layouts! You gave those maps to the Northern rebels! You almost got my uncle slaughtered in the snow!"​"I did what I had to do for my own survival!" Bimby shouted back, tears flooding his brown eyes.​"I trusted you with my soul, Bimby!" Ardon yelled, pacing across the wet sand. "I turned my back on my own powerful family just to protect you from the hangman! I claimed you in front of the

The training courtyard smelled of sweat and iron, making Sela dizzy as she carried the water pitchers.​Sela walked carefully past the shirtless military personnel, overwhelmed by their rough play-fighting. Heavy swords crashed against wooden shields, and masculine shouts echoed across the dusty stone walls.​Sela kept her dark eyes focused on the dirty ground as her heart hammered inside her small chest.​I don't belong in this violent world, Sela thought, her mind spinning with crippling self-doubt. I'm just a common, lowly orphan maid. I grew up in the dirt, sweeping the cold kitchen floors. He's the Deputy Commander of the royal army. He'll eventually realize I'm boring and plain.​She constantly depreciated her own worth. She remembered her last meeting with Varel just three days ago, and it was that specific, intense conversation that made her stay away from him. He'd cornered her quietly in the lower hallways, looking at her with burning dark eyes. He demanded she settle down w