Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306

The room felt smaller than it had moments before. The walls seemed to be closing in on me, making, it hard to breathe. I always hated when she locked me up, but knowing now what she was doing while I was trapped in here it made it so much worse than all the other times.

This was all my fault. Mother was right; I was too emotional, too tender. I had had the knife in my hand and the perfect opportunity to kill Natalia, but I’d hesitated because of the tiny life that had only just taken roof in her belly.

And now Mother was going to do something far worse. She wasn’t just going to kill a woman and a barely- formed fetus. She was going to kill two six–year–olds on top of it.

To make matters worse, Natalia had even defended me to her own father. She’d said she wouldn’t blame me even if I had tried to poison her. She’d been kind to me when kindness was the last thing I deserved.

And her children… Goddess, those children were adorable. They didn’t deserve to die for the sins of the adults around them.

I’d always loved children, although I’d never admitted it to anyone. When I was younger, before Mother’s training had hardened me, I used to daydream about having a house full of little ones. Teaching them to paint, reading them stories, watching them grow and learn and become their own people.

But Mother had made it clear that children were tools. Resources to be used for the betterment of our bloodline. Love was weakness, and weakness was not tolerated in our family.

Despite everything, I couldn’t let Mother hurt those innocent babies. I couldn’t live with myself if I sat here and did nothing while Max and Jane were torn apart by rogues.

There had to be something I could do. Some way to warn someone about what Mother was planning.

The window was too high up to escape, and calling for help would only alert Mother, potentially making the situation worse. I bit my lip, the pain oddly clearing my mind as I tried to think of another option.

Suddenly, I remembered something: something from when Karl and I were children, before everything between us had gone wrong.

The hidden compartment.

When we were young, maybe eleven or twelve, Karl and I had discovered a loose stone in the wall that connected our rooms. We’d hollowed out a small space behind it where we could pass notes and small gifts to each other without our parents knowing.

We’d used it constantly back then. Secret messages about our lessons, little drawings, pressed flowers, anything we wanted to share. It had been our own private world, just for the two of us. It was the one place I could be myself without Mother’s interference.

I hadn’t thought about it in years. Not since Mother had started training me in earnest and made it clear that my relationship with Karl shouldn’t involve true love.

But the compartment was still there.

I rushed to the far wall and dropped to my knees, running my hands along the stone until I found the familiar

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loose block. It took some effort to work it free–the stone had settled in the years since we’d last used it—but finally it came away in my hands.

The small hollow behind it was still there, albeit dusty and filled with cobwebs.

I quickly grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and a pen. My hands shook, but I managed to write a quick note:

“I know you have no reason to help me, but I’m begging you. Natalia and the twins are in danger. Someone is planning to lure them into the Thornwood where the rogues can get to them. I can’t leave my room to warn

anyone.

Please, if you get this, you have to help. Whatever you think of me, those children don’t deserve to die.

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