Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358

Natalia’s POV

We sent a letter to Bloodmoon that night, along with the earrings. We instructed David and Celeste on how to bond them as well as use them. We also asked David to try to confiscate any ruby jewelry from Helena that he could find, which would likely be no simple task.

But we had to get these objects of power out of Helena’s hands by any means necessary, For all we knew, she had already been using them for her own nefarious purposes. Whatever she had planned next had to be squashed before it came to light.

We didn’t hear back for some time.

Three weeks passed. During that time, we continued our work on the alliance. The construction of the wall extensions between territories was set to begin by the end of the week, so there was no shortage of tasks to be done.

The land between packs had to be secured, which meant that Andrei was often away, fighting in skirmishes, directing attacks, and meeting with the other Alphas.

I spent much of those days inside, tending to my own duties. There was still plenty to be done around the pack, but when I wasn’t busy in that regard, I was usually with the twins.

Max had made a full recovery by now. It seemed that the days of his fevers were long behind us. He played with his sister with a smile on his face that I never thought I would see again, and each moment I got to spend with him felt like a blessing.

To think that I would soon have another little one… It only added to the pile of blessings I was counting each day. As my belly eventually began to swell, ever so slightly, so did my heart. I was still certain that I would have a little girl, and the name “Hope” felt more right by the day.

However, there was still too much to think about to consider all of the normal maternity things like nursery colors and cribs. The knife on my bedside table remained mostly elusive. Unless I wanted to take a trek down to the cells at the risk of nearly murdering Lilith again, which I really didn’t want to do, controlling the knife proved to be even more of a difficult task than I initially thought.

Therefore, each day, for an hour or two, I practiced with the knife. When I wasn’t tending to my own duties or spending time with the twins, I was usually in the training yard, trying to get the knife to obey my will again.

For the most part, it was unresponsive. But I quickly realized that it had little to do with the knife itself and everything to do with my own inability to channel emotions like tools.

To practice, I imagined my emotions as a physical thing. I imagined anger as a red ball of energy, joy as a golden one, sadness blue, grief green. When I reached deep within my chest and sought out one of the emotions, anger, for example, I would then picture it moving up and through my shoulder, down my arm, then to the tips of my fingers.

It took three days of consistent practice to even hold that image long enough for the ball of energy to reach my fingertips. It took another two days to imagine it travelling out of my body and into the hilt of the knife.

But, by the time I managed to master the image, I had already seen improvement in my skills with the knife. I could make the stones glow on command, and could make the knife hover above my palm.

By the end of the second week, I had even managed to get the knife to slam into a training dummy from three feet-

away.

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+25 Bonus

It wasn’t much what use would I have for such an ability if I had to focus so hard and stand so close to my target? -but it was an improvement. However, by the middle of the third week, my progress had stopped in its tracks.

Whenever I tried to make the knife fly more quickly, or with more force, I would lose my grasp on the emotion and the knife would hover for a moment before falling back into the dirt.

I eventually began to realize that the skills I’d picked up could only take me so far in the training ring. I needed to apply them in a more practical setting, but it wasn’t like I could engage in battle right now, what with the pregnancy.

It was late on a Wednesday afternoon when I’d finally had enough. Andrei had been gone since yesterday, visiting Green Ridge to check on the wall progress, and the twins were happily playing inside with Karl, who had become a sort of uncle to them already.

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