Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414

I gave him nothing

For what felt like hours, the King tortured Thorn. He didn’t say and information in my trad Thomas to bend the knee. To say that “Datnomy” was his King, and the he would te kyn to the CAVA

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It was sickening, seeing him torture a man for his own ego. If it had been for informatius, at least a logical pan of me could have understood his side, his reasons. Pred this this oras prally dessinée,

Finally, unable to stomach any more, I stepped forward, “Stop”

The King paused, sweat beading along his brow, pliers hovering midair. He had already removed two fingernails and was reaching for another. Thomas was barely conscious. “SAY

“You’ll kill him too quickly at this rate.” 1 gestured to Thomas. His arms were slick with blood, his head lotting What’s the point if he dies before you get him to bend the knee? Or before you can use kám as an example when the others arrive?”

The King considered this. Then, to my surprise, he smiled. “You’re fight. How deve” He suigtened and set the pliers down. “We’ll let him think about his situation. Let the fear build. That’s often more effective than pain.”

As the King turned around to adjust his instruments, Thomas lifted his head and his eyes briefly found mine. There was confusion there, mixed with betrayal. He was trying to figure out if I had sided with the so–called * King” or if I, too, was an imposter.

I held his gaze, widening my own, imploring him to see the truth. To see that I was going to help. That the army was coming.

If Thomas understood, he gave no indication. The King turned back around, and Thomas’s head lolled forward

onto his chest once more.

The King took my arm again and led me from the room, leaving Thomas strapped to the chair. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

“Very much.” The lie tasted like ash. “You’re quite skilled.”

“Years of practice.” He seemed pleased with himself. Almost… excited. I could see it in the flush on his cheeks, the way his breath caught, the curve of his lips. The sadistic fuck had gotten off on it.

My hand drifted to the dagger in my pocket. It would be so easy. One quick strike to the throat. He’d bleed out before he could call for help.

But then what? The guards would come. I’d be caught. And the twins would be alone, unprotected.

No. I had to wait. Had to stick to the plan.

“Would you join me for tea?” the King asked as we reached the upper levels. “We could discuss this evening’s arrangements. When to perform the aging ritual on your children, and when to speed up the pregnancy.”

“I’m actually quite tired.” I touched his arm lightly. “As much as I love a bit of torture, the blood turns the pregnant stomach quite easily. I need to lie down.”

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He looked disappointed but nodded, “Of course, You need your rest.” He leaned in, and I knew what was coming. Knew I couldn’t avoid it.

His lips pressed to mine. I didn’t pull away, Didn’t fight. Just let it happen and counted the seconds until it was

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When he finally pulled back, I smiled. He kissed my hand, then my cheek, and released me. I forced myself not to wipe my mouth as I turned away and slipped into my room.

The moment the door closed behind me, I rushed to the window and leaned out, scanning the mountainside. The snow was still falling heavily, rendering it impossible to see far outside the window. I couldn’t see the army at the base; it was probably best for Andrei in that regard, but not very reassuring for me.

Had Andrei made it down? Was he with them now? Or had something gone wrong?

I waited. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. My legs ached from standing. My hands were numb from gripping the windowsill. I was exhausted and hungry and terrified, but I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat.

The snow kept falling. The wind howled through the peaks. All the while, I remained standing there, frozen, waiting,

And then, finally, I heard it.

It was so faint at first that I wasn’t sure if I’d heard it at all–it nearly blended in perfectly with the sound of the wind howling around the mountain. But it was a touch lower, a touch more somber. It came once, then twice.

I jerked my head up, gripping the icy windowsill with trembling fingers.

Two howls.

Now I just needed a third…

For a long moment, nothing happened. I feared that I had only imagined it, that it was nothing more than the wind after all. My hopes began to crumble.

But then it came.

A third, final howl.

The signal had been sent. The army was waiting.

Now, I had thirty minutes to place the bomb and run.

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