All Chapters of Sold to My Ex-Husband's Alpha Father: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The woods beyond the Alpha King’s borders can never be a place of sanctuary; they were a graveyard for the living and for a moment I felt a drop in my emotions for the people that lived there. For weeks, I had been living among the damp earth and decaying leaves, his clothes ragged and his boots worn thin despite living in a cabin. The air here tasted of old ash and damp soil, a stark contrast to the structured, fragrant halls of the fortress. I reflected on the transition from a life of nobility to one of absolute destitution that had been brutal, punishing my body and testing the absolute limits of my resolve. From the time I began the work of gathering my own army and fighting for survival, every muscle in my back ached from sleeping in the most uncomfortable position and the damp cold that settles directly into his bones. Yet, I knew that showing any sign of weakness would mean my own demise, because in the wild, the weak were consumed.I would never forgive my father for having

The true test of my labor came with the arrival of spring. The valley was green now, the melting snow feeding the rivers and opening the passes, but with the warmth came the reality of the war ahead. We were no longer just surviving; they were preparing to march and earn our victory.I stood on a rocky outcrop overlooking the valley, watching the morning maneuvers. Below me, hundreds of warriors moved in perfect synchronization, the training was paying off and I did not need to bother about our efforts not matching up. We named ourselves the Green Army despite my hesitation, it was named so by the camp workers for the moss and pine needles they used to camouflage their armor, but also because they were raw, fresh, and untested in large-scale warfare.I didn’t want to bond that was already forming to deepen; my aim was to snatch the throne from my father's scheming hands and win back the heart of my beloved. Ensuring the army stayed healthy while increasing the intensity of their trai

By the third month, the grand army had devolved into a desperate crawl. The climate shifted violently as we crossed into the northern territories, trading the dry heat of the north for damp, freezing marshes. Without camp workers to pitch proper shelters or forage for clean water, the invisible killers moved in.Blood rot, a brutal parasitic disease native to the southern swamps, spread through the ranks like wildfire. It started with a cough, followed by high fevers and purple veins webbing across the peoples’ skin.I walked through the mud, his boots sinking into the filth, as I visited the makeshift sick bays under the pine trees. The sight was repulsive, but I stayed. I would not be viewed as an insensitive king before the due time. As I walked through the people, my eyes fell onto a young boy named Caleb, barely old enough to have joined the frontline, lay shivering on a bed of damp moss.“Alpha…” Caleb whispered, his lips cracked and bleeding. “Are we… are we close to the thron

The final stretch across the plains was a test of pure psychological endurance, the ground beneath my feet was hot, obviously venting sulfurous gas that burned the throat, while the wind above was freezing. The two hundred remaining wolves moved in a silence so profound it felt like a funeral procession.Brandon walked by my side in absolute silence before he spoke, his limp pronounced from an old wound that had reopened in the swamps. “The scouts report no signs of your father, the king's vanguard, my Lord. It makes no sense, the watchtowers are empty, the ridge lines are clear. A tactical commander like the alpha should have ambushed us miles ago.”I didn’t slow his pace, my eyes were already fixed on the looming black spires of the Obsidian fortress ahead. Although there was a smile of accomplishment on my face, I knew we were far from success. “He knows we are here, Brandon, he has always known.” I could taste the aftereffect of bitterness; like rising bile stuck in my throat. He

The air inside the arena was heavy, thick with the scent of old ash and ozone. Every footstep I took alongside Kael echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings. I kept my hand wrapped tight around the pommel of my heavy broadsword, my eyes darting across the perimeter. Brandon’s eyes gave off a warning that rang like a low alarm in my skull; ‘The guards look more relaxed than usual.’I did not think it was relaxation; it was a flawless execution of stillness. How easy can I forget my father’s sly nature?Kael stopped exactly in the center of the sand-dusted stone. He was still for a moment and did not draw a weapon, he simply stood there, his back turned to me for a fraction of a second before he faced me, his cold eyes gleaming with cold amusement.“You always did have a habit of looking at the horizon, Dorian, instead of looking at your feet,” Kael said softly. I leaned in to hear the exact tone of his voice, there have always been the desire in me to hear the disappointment and extrem