Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

“Do you really care about them enough to reveal your true identity?” His question hit me like a sudden jolt, making my heart race. But before I could find the words to answer, our food arrived—a steaming bowl of hearty stew accompanied by crusty bread, simple yet satisfying.

We ate quietly for a few moments, the lively hum of the tavern around us providing a comforting backdrop. At the far end of the table, Andrei’s Beta and the two warriors were engrossed in their own conversation, sharing occasional bursts of laughter. At least, it seemed like they were getting along well.

After a while, Andrei broke the silence. “You’ve built a good life here,” he said, his tone almost admiring. “Clearly better than what you had with me.”

I nodded without hesitation. “Yes, I have.”

“Then why hasn’t Damon marked you?” he asked, his voice low but persistent.

I bristled at the question. “Why do you keep bringing that up? It’s none of your concern.”

He shrugged casually. “It just surprises me. You say you love him, and he says he loves you. Yet after all these years, you still don’t bear his mark. If you’re truly happy together, why not make it permanent?”

My mind involuntarily drifted back to that night in the parlor—Damon kneeling before me, pleading to mark me, to seal our bond. The hope in his eyes that turned to quiet disappointment when I refused. The cold distance that settled between us afterward.

“As I told you before,” I said firmly, “not everyone needs a physical mark to prove their love. Damon and I don’t.”

Andrei’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Or maybe you don’t love him as much as you say you do. Maybe you’re just convenient to each other.”

“You don’t know anything about our relationship,” I shot back, feeling my defenses rise.

“I know my brother. And I used to know you.” He took a slow sip of his wine, eyes never leaving me. “Well, if you ever grow tired of not having that mark on your neck, you know where to find me.”

A flush of heat spread across my cheeks—whether it was anger, embarrassment, or something more, I couldn’t tell. “Are you seriously flirting with me right now? When Lilith is waiting for you at home?”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?” His voice dropped into a huskier tone. “Flirting?”

“Yes,” I hissed, my voice sharp. “First the kiss at the hunt, now this. What game are you playing, Andrei?”

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