Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 510

It was Natalia. She was sitting at a table in what looked like a cafe. And across from her was Isaac–the male I’d tried to kill at the festival. The one who’d clearly had other intentions, or so it seemed when my mind was clouded by… whatever was happening to me.

“Clearly, she’s moved on rather quickly.”

The voice slithered into my mind like an oily black snake. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. It never helped. I knew that by now.

“She doesn’t want you anymore. She wants him. Look at how she’s looking at him. She never looked at you like that.”

“Shut up,” I muttered.

“She’s probably been seeing him for weeks. Months, even. While you were working yourself to death trying to provide for her, she was spreading her legs for that Bloodmoon filth.”

“That’s not true. Natalia wouldn’t-”

“Wouldn’t she?”

The room blurred before I could answer.

I wasn’t in the house anymore. I was somewhere else. Somewhere dark. A bedroom I didn’t recognize.

Natalia was there. On the bed. Isaac was with her. His hands were on her body. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, and she was making sounds I’d only ever heard her make with me. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, and she was calling his name.

Not mine.

His.

“No,” I said, turning away. “No, this isn’t real.”

“She never wanted you. She ran once, and only came back when you gave her no other choice. But she never truly wanted to be here. And now that you’ve shown her what a monster you really are, she’ll never come back.

I shook my head and stuffed my fingers in my ears, screwing my eyes shut, but it was no use. I could still see them. Could still see Isaac leaning down and kissing her neck right where I’d left my mating mark. Could still see Natalia arching into him and tangling her fingers in his hair just like she did with me.

Worst of all, she was laughing. Breathless and happy, not at all like the way she’d been lately.

Slowly, Isaac lifted his head. His eyes met mine, lips curving to reveal a hateful sneer. He licked his lips. There was blood on them.

Then, he dipped his head again to keep sucking at her neck

She wasn’t moving anymore. She was…

“NO!”

I lunged forward, but my hands met nothing. The vision dissolved, and I stumbled through the darkness until I felt my foot catch on something hard. I pitched forward and slammed to the ground before I could catch myself.

The impact knocked the air from my lungs. I gasped and rolled onto my back. There were trees overhead, swaying gently in the night sky.

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Chapter 510

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I pushed myself up and looked around. I was in the forest. It was dark, the moon resting in its cycle. I had to blink a few times to adjust my vision. My nostrils flared then, and my wolf bristled. Something smelled like blood.

Slowly, I turned. I saw the deer then.

Or rather, what was left of it.

The animal had been torn apart. Its body was splayed open, organs spilling out onto the ground. The head was several feet away, eyes glassy and vacant. Its limbs were spread in unnatural directions like a macabre compass. East, west, north, south.

My stomach lurched, and I stumbled backwards. I fell again, this time on my ass, but I kept scrambling back until my spine hit a tree. My palms scraped the exposed roots, and I looked down at them, and gasped.

My hands were covered in blood. It was under my fingernails, smeared across my palms, dripping down my wrists. I looked down at my clothes and saw they were soaked too. My shirt was ruined, stained red.

“No. No, no, no.” I pinched myself, slapped my face, tried to force myself out of this vision.

But it wasn’t a vision, was it? It was real.

Had I done this? I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t remember leaving the house or coming to the forest or killing this animal. But the evidence was right there. On my hands. On my clothes. Scattered across the ground in front of me. No one else was here.

Or so I thought.

I was still gasping for breath when a hand came to rest on my shoulder. I whipped my head up to see a figure standing over me. Tall and thin. Black as night. Eyes as red as coals glowing at me from the void.

And two razor–sharp horns protruding from his skull.

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