From Slave To Queen (by Karyn Anderson) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395

Chapter 395

With her goal achieved, Natasha’s lips curled into a sly smirk.

The Prince led the horse over, firmly gripping the saddle. With a powerful surge from his core, he was instantly seated atop the horse.

He looked down at Natasha, his thin lips pressed together and jawline taut. “Come.”

For a fleeting moment, Natasha was completely captivated by him.

But she quickly snapped out of it, reminding herself not to get carried away.

“There are plenty of handsome men out there. No way am I getting hung up on just the Prince,” Natasha reminded herself.

She placed her hand in the Prince’s palm, only to have it immediately engulfed by his large, firm grip.

She felt her arm seized by a powerful force, and before she could fully register what was happening, she was already astride the horse.

“Hyah.” the Prince commanded sharply, spurring his horse into a gallop toward the outskirts of the city.

The horse lurched and bucked, constantly throwing Natasha against his back.

The Prince’s face flushed crimson, sweat beading on his forehead.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, the Prince asked Natasha, “Which way did Vortex go?”

Natasha casually gestured toward the northern woods and said, “That way.”

“Are you sure about that?” the Prince’s tone was laced with suspicion, clearly sensing something was amiss.

The northern woods were dense with towering ancient trees, beyond which lay endless mountain ranges stretching as far as the eye could see.

No matter how spooked the horse was, it would never bolt into that dense forest.

Besides, there are wild beasts roaming those mountains.

Natasha asserted with unwavering conviction, “Absolutely certain. It’s definitely there.”

Seeing how determined she was, the Prince had no choice but to spur his horse into the woods.

At first, they could still ride through the woods, but as the woods grew increasingly dense, they had no choice but to dismount and continue on foot.

The Prince swung down from his horse and, not forgetting his manners, immediately extended a hand to Natasha. “Here, let offered gently.

Natasha was just about to refuse, but then she suddenly remembered, “Oh, right, I’m injured.”

She could only force out a “thank you” in a strained yoice, deliberately relying on the Prince’s strength to dismount.

The Prince tethered his horse, then turned to face the pitch–black woods, his brows knitting into a tight knot.

He turned back, his eyes burning bright as he looked at Natasha. “Do we really have to find this horse?”

me

help you down,” he

“What kind of talk is that, Your Highness? Vortex is my partner. If you’re afraid, just head back–it’s not like I need your help anyway.”

She deliberately goaded the Prince with her words, then strade ahead.

The Prince let out a resigned sigh and caught up with her.

There was no way he would leave Natasha behind and return to the city alone.

“Slow down, it’s dangerous in these mountains,” the Prince called after Natasha.

Natasha watched him catch up, a triumphant smirk curling her lips.

Instead of stopping, she quickened her pace even more.

She led the Prince deeper into the woods, then suddenly gasped and pointed ahead, exclaiming with feigned excitement, “Your Highness, I think I see Vortex. It’s right up ahead.”

“Slow down. I’m losing sight of you.” the Prince’s voice faded into the distance as Natasha nimbly sprang up into the treetops.

From her perch in the tree, she looked down at the Prince, watching him flounder around the woods like a headless chicken.

She didn’t come down from the tree until the Prince was out of sight.

Natasha gave a playful wave toward the Prince and called out, “Your Highness, enjoy freezing out here, I’m off.”

The sun had long since set, and the forest was pitch black.

Natasha retraced her steps, but soon sensed something was off.

I could’ve sworn the edge of the woods was just up ahead. So why have I been walking for ages and still can’t get out?

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks, carefully scanning her surroundings. She facepalmed as the realization hit her. “Damn, I’m lost.”

“Damn it all. How did I get lost in this tiny patch of woods?” Natasha swore furiously. The more panicked she got, the more hopelessly lost she became.

The distant howls of wild beasts echoed, making her hall

stand on end.

Natasha picked up her pace. She had to get out of the woods before total darkness enveloped them.

‘Otherwise, I’ll be wolf chow,’ Natasha thought anxiously.

After a few steps, the Prince still in the woods came to mind, and a sudden pang of regret washed over her.

‘What if he runs into a wolf pack?‘ Natasha thought anxiously.

Waves of wolf howls shattered the silence. A dozen pairs of glowing green eyes materialized from the shadows between the trees, anc aura washed over her.

ng, ominous

darkness.

Natasha tightened her grip on the dagger at her waist, slowly backing against

And her dagger found its mark, plunging straight into the throat of a large wolf.

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