Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 117

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 117**
**Chapter 117**

**Natalia**

“Tug of war?” Damon inquired, tilting his head slightly, an inquisitive glint in his eyes.

Lilith nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes! It’s my absolute favorite game, and I’d love to take charge of organizing it.”

Damon and I exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication passing between us. I shrugged, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern. I had never really pegged Lilith as the competitive type, especially not when it came to something as physical as tug-of-war. Yet, if this endeavor kept her occupied and diverted her attention away from me during the festival, I certainly wouldn’t voice any objections.

“I’ll take care of all the details, of course,” she continued, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “It’ll be a blast! We can have two teams: one pack against the other.”

“Sounds good to me,” I muttered, fighting back yet another yawn that threatened to escape. Honestly, I just wanted this meeting to conclude as quickly as possible. The sooner we wrapped things up, the sooner I could retreat to the solitude of my thoughts.

Lilith shot me a sly smirk as she jotted down notes in her binder, her pen scratching against the paper. “You really look worn out, Natalia. Maybe it’s time for you to take a little nap while the adults finish planning.”

I bit my tongue, suppressing the urge to snap at her. The contraceptive had truly taken a toll on me—my body felt heavy, weighed down by an invisible force, and my mind was shrouded in a thick haze. Yet, amidst this fatigue, I was relieved that my overwhelming yearning for Andrei had dulled, at least for now. That was a small victory, I supposed.

“The weekend after next should work perfectly,” Damon stated, his tone authoritative and focused, completely disregarding the playful banter between Lilith and me. “That gives us just over a week to prepare, and it aligns beautifully with the full moon.”

With that declaration, the plans were solidified, and the date was firmly set. The inter-pack festival was to unfold in just nine days, under the luminous glow of the full moon. A wave of unease washed over me at the thought.

Spending the full moon in close proximity to Andrei… It was the one night of the month when all wolves were almost uncontrollable around their mates, a truth that sent shivers down my spine.

We hadn’t shared a full moon together in five long years. Yet, during those nights we had been together, the air had always crackled with an explosive energy that was impossible to ignore.

Thankfully, my exhaustion shielded me from the heat of those memories, but they flitted through my mind like delicate butterflies, impossible to catch. Tangled sheets, passionate explorations, my fingers weaving through Andrei’s silky black hair—each recollection a bittersweet reminder of what we once had.

Would the contraceptive be sufficient to keep my sanity intact during this year’s full moon?

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