GoodNovelChapter 681
---- With an angry tug on the reins, his horse neighed, then took off at full gallop.
"Damn bastard," the adjutant muttered under his breath, spitting blood onto the ground.
"You heard him, bastards! Search well, or your heads will roll too!"" he snapped, taking out his frustration on the
men under his charge.
They set up an improvised camp, spreading out to comb the forest never realizing that the fugitives were right
under their noses.
ad Thesios general was determined to get every last piece of information out of that spy.
He didnt even want to imagine what would have happened if Alexia hadnt recognized him as one of Duke
Everharts men.
On the ride back, his eyes scanned the woods, searching for the other crate.
"Damn it!" He spurred his horse harder, pushing forwardbut found nothing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat Arthur didnt know was that Gordon had already been intercepted at the river, and the crate had reached
its destination.
The boatman who had been waiting at the riverbank had escaped before the ambush, immediately alerting the
Everhart border sentinels.
The guard was reinforced, and word was sent to the capital ---- straight to Elliots ears.
od Alvaro collapsed onto the dusty ground, his face unrecognizable swollen, bruised, smeared with blood.
His battered hands were tied behind his back, secured to a thick post that supported the tents canopy.
He coughed, blood spilling between his legs and staining his boots.
His clothes were in tatters, his knees raw, the fabric shredded from being dragged behind a horse.
His breathing was heavy, his vision hazy.
"11 ask againhow many infiltrated? What has Duke Everhart discovered? Tellall his plans." A malicious voice
sneered from the darkness.
A fistful of his hair was yanked so violently he thought he'd be scalped.
Pain spiked through his skull, the burning pressure of sharp knuckles digging in.
] told you...
to go...
to hell..." He spat blood at his tormentorthe burly foreman who had been beating him senseless for information.
"DP'm sick of your shit, you son of a bitch!" The man threw him aside, storming toward the fire pit, reaching for
the iron poker buried in the blazing embers.
---- Asearing-hot, blackened tip, still smoking, radiated deadly heat.
The foremans eyes gleamed with malice as he turned back, gripping the red-hot poker in his fist.
"Lets see if steaming your balls makes that poisonous tongue loosen up." Alvaros body jerked back, kicking in
panic, his back slamming against the post.
His wolf pupils widened, filled with genuine fear.
Fuck not his balls! His frantic gaze darted around, desperate, his muscles tensing.
He'd rather die fighting than let this bastard do that.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOh, | see you're more cooperative now...
but too bad.
| feel like having sfun first." The foreman smirked, swatting away Alvaros struggling legs like nothing.
He caught his ankle in an iron grip, nearly snapping it, before angling the glowing poker toward his half-exposed
crotch.
Rotten bastard! Im not telling you shit, you son of a bitch!" "We'll see about that." "WAIT!!" A womans voice
suddenly cut through the tense air.
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