Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365

In an instant, however, that single drop took its effect. In the man’s momentary state of shock, I kicked again and twisted away. But there were two of him this time. I think I hit the side of his head with my bare foot, just enough to make him stumble back but not enough to knock him unconscious.

As the room began to spin, I crashed over to my bedside table, nearly collapsing in the process. Somehow, the knife wound up in my hand, already warm and glowing, although I wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. Perhaps it simply… came to me.

In that moment, I felt the knife come to life in my hand. It wanted blood. It wanted to feed.

So I fed it.

The assassin’s eyes widened for a split second when he saw the glowing weapon. And then it was leaving my palm and slamming into the space between his eyes hard enough to pin him to the bedpost.

He was dead before he could blink.

The knife pulsed for a few moments–or maybe that was just my hazy vision fading in and out–before it languidly slipped itself out of his skull, letting him slump to the ground, and returned to my palm like a happy pup, satisfied from its dinner.

I stared over at the body in shock for a long moment, and then it hit me.

I recognized this man.

Andrei’s POV

The moment I heard about the attack, I returned home. I didn’t hesitate, didn’t even explain to anyone where I was going, just shifted and ran. By the time I arrived back at the estate, the house was in chaos.

“Where is she?” I barked at a passing servant, who merely pointed at the stairs with a trembling finger. I took the steps two at a time and raced down the hall, nearly careening into the walls in my haste.

The first thing I saw was the small crowd outside the bedroom door. There was a limp figure on the ground covered in a white sheet, and the distinctive sword of a Moonshadow guard lovingly placed on top of the body. Alina was dead.

With my heart in my throat, I burst into the bedroom. Natalia was sitting on the edge of the bed, covered in blood that thankfully wasn’t her own. The ruby knife was gripped in her fingers, and she was staring at the body in front of her with unnerving calmness.

“Natalia.” I closed the distance between us in two strides, stepping over the body, and dropped to one knee in front of her. I cupped her face in my hands and forced her to look at me. “Are you alright?”

She looked up and blinked a few times as if clearing a fog from her vision, then nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. He only managed to give me a drop of the poison before I…” She glanced down at the bloody knife, then looked over at the door. “Alina’s dead.”

“I know.” I turned to look at the man on the floor. I’d heard that a rogue somehow got into the estate and

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attacked Natalia, but upon closer inspection, this was no rogue. He was too clean, too perfect, and had the body of a well–trained warrior–not a rogue militiaman. And his scent didn’t bear the distinctive musk of a rogue.

“Who is he?” I whispered, more to myself than Natalia.

“I thought he was a rogue at first. But then I realized something.” Natalia’s voice was hoarse but steady. “I recognized him from Bloodmoon. He’s one of the Gammas I trained with.”

My jaw tightened. I walked over to the man and crouched down, inspecting the assassin’s tool belt. He had come prepared: he had a garrote, and there was a broken vial of a foul–smelling purplish liquid that had to be some kind of narcotic. But most of all, there was a small lockpicking kit.

Interesting. The locks here were all reinforced; standard lockpicks shouldn’t work on them.

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