Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 120

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 120**

My gaze swept across the bustling crowd, a sea of laughter and bright colors, as I searched for those two children I had glimpsed at Ashmoor. The boy and girl who bore a striking resemblance to me, their features echoing my own. Since that fateful day, they had occupied my thoughts, lingering like a haunting melody—who were they, and why did they feel so familiar?

Yet, as I scanned the throngs of children darting through the festival grounds, I found no trace of them. It struck me as peculiar. Perhaps they were not Damon and Natalia’s children after all, or maybe someone had deliberately ensured their absence from this evening’s festivities.

The festival itself was a vibrant tapestry woven with the laughter of children; it was clearly crafted with their joy in mind. Games beckoned from every corner, sugary treats wafted through the air, performers dazzled with their tricks, and a small petting zoo invited curious hands to stroke the soft fur of rabbits and the gentle bleating of baby goats. What child in their right mind would choose to miss out on such exuberance?

I couldn’t fathom Natalia keeping her own children away from this spectacle. She had always possessed a tender heart, especially for furry little creatures.

Perhaps it was Damon who insisted they remain at home, cloistered away from the joy of the festival. The mere thought of him being so heartless sent a sharp pang of bitterness coursing through me.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the unwelcome thoughts, and took a sip from the cup of sweet wine cradled in my hand. I had to concede, Ashmoor certainly knew how to concoct a delightful drink. However, the rich alcohol only intensified the pull of the full moon above. My wolf stirred restlessly within me, yearning for something—or rather, someone.

“Mate,” my wolf growled insistently. “Find our mate.”

I pushed back against his demands, but with each passing moment, it became increasingly difficult to silence his yearnings. The full moon heightened everything—my strength, my senses, my desires. And the most primal of those desires had always been for Natalia, no matter how much I wished it weren’t so.

Just then, something caught my attention—a figure nestled beneath the grand oak tree at the meadow’s edge. It was a sight I recognized all too well. Natalia. Was she asleep?

Without a moment’s hesitation, I found myself drawn toward her, like a moth irresistibly attracted to a flame. As I approached, it became clear that she was indeed lost in slumber, her head gently resting against the sturdy trunk of the tree, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic dance.

In that moment, she appeared almost ethereal, a younger version of the woman I had first encountered all those years ago. Before the bitterness had taken root. Before the web of lies had entangled us. Before she had staged her own death. The fading sunlight caressed her features, illuminating the delicate curve of her cheek and the soft fullness of her lips.

My wolf howled with desire, craving nothing more than to claim her in that instant. To mark her as mine, to feel her warmth against me.

A vivid memory surged forth, unbidden—a flash of the night we had shared after the banquet. The softness of her skin beneath my fingertips, her breathy gasps as I moved within her, the way she had arched against me, drawing me deeper into her embrace. My body reacted instinctively to the recollection, a rush of heat flooding through me.

I crouched beside her, unable to resist the urge to draw closer. She smelled of lavender, but there was something else—something new mingling with her familiar scent.

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