Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 461

Damon’s 461

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Aman was standing in front of her, holding a knife that he used to cut an umbilical cord. He was old, twisti, warung Whine hain hanging in strands around his hareful eyes.

The King, I realized. That was what he called himself, angry, but he was really just a monster who had gone insane from imitaling fumes that caused visions and sickness.

The scenes legt coming and coming and coming, faster and faster until they were all a blar with no beginning or ent Amirel in a cage hanging over dark, stinking water. Natalia running through rannels with the baby clutched in her arms. The King looming behind her, his shadow growing far larger than it should have on the wall behind him. A vzal of poismed water that couldn’t touch her for reasons none of us could know yet.

Must of all, I saw cates- spiderwebting network of tunnels beneath the mountain. A map formed in my mind iman instant. Natalia was so close to escaping, if only she had just taken a different rem… She could have made

Ied call out to her. I tried to tell her that she needed to go left, not right. But my voice wouldn’t come, and the King’s shadow grew lager, enveloping everything. Enveloping her.

And then ever (ching went dark, and the vision faded.

Extent… It wasn’t completely dark. There was a light. Bright, white, and far away. It was beckoning to me with hands made of gold and snow. I couldn’t move, and yet I felt myself getting closer to it. Or maybe it was getting

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It was so… peaceful. So far from the horrible images I saw. Far from the pain and the anguish and the blood

I winged any head around, away from the light, away from that peace, toward the darkness. The toke nas soft, Sarilhar, even more comforting than the promise of no more pain.

Demon, please. To have to come back.”

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The darkness around me seemed to shift. The light grew dimmer, flickering like a candle that might go out at any moment. I knew it would disappear entirely if I didn’t hurry, but as I turned to go toward it, I froze.

No. If I went toward the light, then no one would be able to find them. I knew the way through the caves. I could save them. It had to be me.

And Grace…..

“Damon, please.”

I turned away from the light and followed her voice back into the darkness. My limbs were heavy, like moving through tar, but I did it. I willed myself to–I had to. Somehow, I managed one step, then another.

And then I was walking, Jogging, Running

Sprinting toward the voice of the woman I loved until I slammed into a wall of pain and fire and air.

The pain hit me like a fucking freight train. My chest felt like it was being crushed under a boulder. Every breath was agony. I tried to move and discovered that I couldn’t–not because I was floating anymore, but because my body was too heavy, too broken.

But I could feel things now. The rough fabric of blankets against my skin. The cold air on my face. The gentle sensation of someone’s hand holding mine.