NovelUSAChapter 697
---- He was about to turn away, satisfied that the matter was settled, when an arrow whistled past his head with
perfect precision, slicing through the rope suspending Alvaro.
The hemp fibers snapped, and the weight of the grown man did the restBAM! his body crashed onto the ground.
Arthur whirled around to see his camp suddenly engulfed in chaos.
Where had these reckless soldiers cfrom? His astonished gaze locked onto their leader.
Shit! The Duke of Everhart was here! He had to leave at once and warn his lord! "General, what do we do?! What
do we do?!" Resist the enemy invasion! Defend Duke Thesios lands!" he roared heroically.
But his eyes never stopped searching for his fiancée.
As the guards and treacherous laborers fought, ran, and bought them time, he planned his strategic retreat.
When he tried to move forward, hoping to blend into the thick of battle, hiding within the curling smoke of small
fires set for defense, a strong yank at his legs made him stumble and fall forward.
He quickly recovered, pressing his hands against the soft grass, ready to rise and face the danger.
"What the hell?!" Arthur struggled when he felt a weight crash onto his back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt---- A rope wrapped around his throat, still tied to two bloodied, burned hands.
Alvaro had no idea where he found the strength to move when he thought he wouldn't even be able to stand.
It was pure adrenaline.
Pure, unfiltered hatred fueling his body.
Even with the rope tight around his own neck, he twisted his bound hands around his enemys throat, digging his
nails into Arthur's skin and strangling him, pulling him toward his chest.
In that position, the spine wouldn't withstand such a fierce and sudden attack.
But Alvaro was a wounded manhis breathing was ragged, his vision blurry, his body burning from within with
every attempt to inhale.
He was only driven by bestial rage.
Meanwhile, Arthur was a healthy, well-trained man.
Arthur started thrashing under the crushing grip on his throat, fighting to suck air into his lungs and free himself
from the soldiers weight.
Not far away, his beloved fiancée watched the scene in horror.
Instead of rushing to help him, all she could think about was escaping.
The battle cries made her skin crawl.
Just a few feet in front of her, she witnessed the camp foreman get his intestines ripped out with asingle axe
blow.
She covered her mouth to keep from screaming and vomiting, ---- stepping backward, thinking only one thingrun,
run, run...
Through the smoky haze of flames consuming everything, she saw him.
And he saw her.
It was as if a thunderbolt struck Elliot.
Understanding crashed into him all at once.
Mrs.
Prescott was a traitor too.
He had thought only the butler was involved.
He had struggled to uncover these thefts because the enemy had far too much inside knowledgethe "surprise"
inspections, the border controlseverything had been manipulated.
Francis.
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How had he not thought of him sooner?! His family was in danger.
Katherine and the child were in grave danger! Alexia spun on her heels and took off running like a soul damned
to hell.
Gripping her skirt, her boots sank into the loose earth.
She was drenched in sweat, breathing through her mouth in ragged gasps.
Her lungs pumped oxygen, fueling her mad dash through the trees.
But who could outrun an enraged Lycan? Obviously...
she couldnt.
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