Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 102

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 102**

**Chapter 102**

“Damon really got you this time, just like you deserved,” I whispered softly, my fingers deftly maneuvering the cloth back into the basin of cool water. I could feel the tension in the air as I gently wiped away the dried blood, revealing the raw skin beneath. “But I don’t think it’ll need stitches. A simple bandage should do the trick.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Andrei remarked, his posture perfectly still as I meticulously tended to his wound.

I nodded in acknowledgment, my mind drifting to the countless times I had been in this position. “Yes, many times. I often help out in the infirmary whenever the warriors return from battle. It’s part of what I do.”

Silence enveloped us as I focused on cleaning the cut, working methodically to ensure every trace of dried blood was removed. I could see the injury clearly now; it wasn’t nearly as severe as Lilith had claimed, but it would undoubtedly leave a mark, a memory of this encounter.

“Do you have any bandages?” I called out to Alina, who stood a few paces away, watching intently. She nodded and reached for a small pouch attached to her belt.

“I never go anywhere without them,” she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. I selected a butterfly bandage and some antiseptic wipes from her pouch, then cautiously cleaned the cut once more, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Andrei.

“Sorry about that,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “Almost done.”

“You’re quite skilled at this,” he said quietly, his gaze focused on me.

A small smile crept onto my face. “I had some training over the past five years. After the car accident, I wanted to be prepared for emergencies, you know?”

That much was true, at least; I had spent countless nights poring over medical texts. While my primary motivation was to ensure the twins were safe, my interest in the material had deepened after the accident.

Damon often teased me about it, calling it obsessive-compulsive behavior, as if I believed that with enough knowledge, I could prevent any future mishaps.

He was right about that.

I completed the cleaning and gently applied the butterfly bandage, securing the edges of the cut together.

“There,” I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “It’ll leave a scar, but at least it’s clean now.”

“Just another battle scar to add to the collection,” Andrei remarked, reaching up to touch the bandage, only to retract his hand when I swatted it away.

“Don’t touch it! It needs to stay clean,” I admonished, my tone firm yet playful.

He smirked at my reaction. “Yes, ma’am.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind the gesture. For a fleeting moment, it felt almost… normal between us. Like we had somehow slipped back in time, to a period when everything was simpler, before betrayal, pain, and the web of lies had ensnared us.

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