Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

NATALIA

Not long after I had settled into Damon’s pack, I found out that I’d been blessed with not just one baby, but two.

Max was born first–loud, furious, all fists and red–faced rage. Jane followed fifteen minutes later, quiet and blinking, one tiny hand curled in a fist like she already knew the world would never be fair.

I held them both to my chest, tears sliding down the curve of my face as Damon leaned against the doorframe with

a towel slung over one shoulder, trying to look casual. But even he couldn’t hide the softness in his eyes.

“You did it,” he whispered. “They’re beautiful.”

I didn’t answer.

Because I already knew. They were perfect. My children. Mine.

And no one–not Andrei, not Lilith, not the whole bloodthirsty world–was ever going to take them from me.

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I changed my name after that. It wasn’t safe to be Natalia anymore, not with Andrei still searching for answers and Lilith somewhere in the shadows. So I became Mira. Mira of Ashmoor Pack. A quiet, practical wolf with a talent for logistics and little interest in politics.

But Damon knew the truth.

He never asked me to change it. Never asked me to mark him, though he hinted that he might want more with me. But I only ever saw him as a friend and bless him, he never once treated me like I owed him anything for saving my life or giving me a home. Instead, he gave me space, time, and just enough responsibility to keep me sane.

While he was the public Alpha, I managed nearly everything behind the scenes–strategies, trade, internal security. His wolves respected me. Some even called me Luna when they thought he wasn’t listening.

And still, Damon never pushed.

Not until Max and Jane turned four.

Damon had been away on business–something about grain prices and a neighboring border dispute–so I was surprised when he arrived two days early, the scent of wind and snow still clinging to his coat.

The moment he walked in, the twins bolted toward him from the stairs.

“Uncle Damon!” Jane shrieked, barreling into his legs.

He scooped her up effortlessly, twirling her once as she giggled.

Max followed, slower and more reserved, but his smile was unmistakable.

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I paused in the kitchen doorway, watching them. The warmth between them was real. Damon had been in their lives from the start, and the bond he shared with them had only grown stronger.

Jane pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Missed you, Daddy.”

The word hung in the air like smoke.

Damon blinked.

So did I.

Max, without missing a beat, crossed his arms and scowled. “He’s not our daddy,” he said firmly. “We don’t have one.”

Jane frowned. “Yes, we do! He’s right here!”

Damon set her down gently, glancing at me.

I cleared my throat and crossed the room. “That’s enough, both of you. Go wash up for dinner.

“But-“Jane began.

“Go.”

They ran upstairs, bickering softly.

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Damon turned to me once they were out of earshot. “She’s been calling me that for a few weeks now.

“I figured.” I folded my arms. “You’ve always been there for them. It’s natural.”

“Max doesn’t like it.”

“No, he doesn’t.” I hesitated. “He remembers more than he should. The night they were born… the silence after. I think he knows there’s something missing.”

Damon didn’t reply for a moment. Then, softly, “You could tell them the truth.

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

“They deserve to know.”

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“They deserve safety,” I said. “That’s all that matters.”

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