NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 44: Interrogation

Morning sunlight slipped through the cracks in the hut, warming the straw-strewn floor. Rinni stirred beneath the thin blanket, her soft ears twitching before her eyes fluttered open.

She sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes. "Allen?" she murmured.

Fina was already awake—pacing like a wildcat, fists clenched at her sides, her tail practically vibrating with rage.

"They took him," Fina spat.

Rinni blinked. "T-took him? What? Why?!"

Fina turned, slamming a fist against the wooden door. "Because they’re paranoid idiots with power complexes and zero fashion sense! Open the godsdamn door!"

Rinni scrambled over, thumping beside her, hands pounding the wood. "Let him go! Allen didn’t do anything! Give him back!!"

No one answered.

The silence pressed in—thick and tense.

Fina snarled. "I swear, if they hurt him, I’m tearing out someone’s throat."

——

Meanwhile... deep in the stone cell beneath the foxkin’s ceremonial hall...

Allen sat exactly where Nyra left him—still chained, arms above his head, shirtless, cocky, and visibly bored.

"So," he said, glancing at the elder foxkin who’d just returned, this time with two armored guards flanking her. "You gonna do the whole ’good cop, bad cop, third guy with a riding crop’ routine or what?"

Nyra didn’t flinch. She walked to the center of the room, her elegant robes whispering across the stone.

"You are being interrogated," she said simply. "Not entertained."

"Could’ve fooled me. You’re still dressed like a noblewoman while your people run around in loincloths and leaf skirts. What gives?"

Nyra’s gaze sharpened. "What do you mean?"

Allen tilted his head. "Isn’t it mandatory? Human law, right? All beastkin women above eighteen get to wear, what—two feathers and a prayer? Men get a string around their nuts? But you’re strutting around in silk and jewelry like you just walked off a royal stage play."

Nyra’s lips pursed.

"Explain," she said.

Allen shrugged. "Oh, so it’s only the beastkin outside the fancy hidden fox village who have to follow those laws? Sounds a little elitist, don’t you think?"

One of the guards twitched.

Allen smirked. "I’ve been to human towns, sweetheart. Seen how they treat beastkin. They wouldn’t even let Fina cover her tits without trying to arrest her. And Rinni? She was already wearing that we met her, and your guards assumed I was a human noble using her as a sex slave."

He leaned forward, chains rattling. "So tell me, Lady Nyra... why are you allowed to dress like a queen while other beastkin tribes get shackled in leaves and shame?"

There was a pause.

For just a moment, the room went still.

Nyra’s tail flicked once.

"That... is not your concern."

Allen raised an eyebrow. "Isn’t it?"

Nyra stepped closer again, her expression unreadable.

"You’re clever, human. Too clever for someone in chains."

Allen smirked. "Oh, I’m always clever. Even when I’m naked and imprisoned by busty fox women. It’s a skill."

Nyra stared at him, then finally spoke, quiet but sharp. "Not everything is as simple as you think. Some of us... make sacrifices to protect others from that law. There are deals, arrangements. You wouldn’t understand."

Allen leaned back, nodding slowly. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Guess that’s the difference between you and me," he muttered. "I don’t comply with that law. We break it."

Nyra narrowed her eyes, her tail flicking again like it wanted to slap him.

"You speak like a revolutionary," she said, circling him slowly, her voice low and dangerous. "But all I see is a mouthy man with no tribe, no title, and no clue where he’s stepped."

Allen followed her with his eyes, smile unfazed. "All I see is a hypocrite in heels. You think I care about titles? I’ve got two beastkin girls ready to burn down a village for me in a hut right now. You think I give a shit about ’stepping wrong’? I stomp where I please."

One of the guards bristled. "He disrespects the Elder—"

Nyra raised a hand. Silence fell like a hammer.

She stopped in front of him, looking down with those piercing silver eyes. "You really don’t know, do you?"

Allen blinked, slightly thrown. "Know what?"

Nyra tilted her head. "About the Fox Accord."

He furrowed his brow. "That a new Jetflix special, or—?"

She sighed sharply. "Decades ago, our tribe made a treaty with a human noble house—one powerful enough to shield us. In exchange, we follow certain... terms. Appearances. Alliances. In public, we obey the human dress code laws. But here? Hidden from the world? We protect our dignity. Our culture."

Allen’s smirk faded, curiosity prickling under his skin. "So you’re telling me... your entire village gets to skirt the rules because you play lapdog for some human aristocrat?"

Nyra didn’t answer. Not directly.

Instead, she stepped closer—so close he could smell the jasmine oil in her hair.

"You know nothing of what it costs to keep a people safe," she murmured. "You swagger through with your cock out and your pride high, but protection comes with chains. You just wear different ones."

Allen met her gaze. "I wear mine on the outside. Where I can break ’em when I want."

Nyra studied him for a beat longer... then turned her back.

"To be that free," she said quietly, walking toward the door, "is a luxury we haven’t had in generations."

The cell door creaked open.

"Keep him here," she told the guards, her voice cold again. "I’ll speak to the council. He may be too dangerous to let go."

The door slammed shut behind her.

Allen sighed, flexing his fingers against the chains. "Too dangerous, huh? Lady, you have no idea..."

He leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

Then, smirking faintly to himself, he muttered, "Hope the girls are raising hell."

——

Back in the hut...

They were.

Fina had already snapped two support beams with her bare hands, and Rinni had turned her shrill bunny wail into an unholy warcry.

"WE WANT OUR HUMAN!" Rinni screamed.

"UNHAND OUR DUMBASS!" Fina howled.

One of the guards peeked in through a window crack and immediately ducked back down. "Gods above—they’re feral."

"They were feral before," the other muttered. "That catgirl’s biting the wall. The bunny’s throwing hay like nothing."

"We should’ve just kept them in the same cell as the human."

"Yeah," the other said, watching straw explode from a gap in the wall. "But then we’d be building a new prison."