Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 64

Natalia

“I can’t believe you actually went to dinner with him,” Damon said as we walked through the front door of our home. He wasn’t angry, but there was a tightness around his eyes that betrayed his jealousy. “You know what he’s like, Natalia.”

“What was I supposed to do?” I hung up my coat and unwrapped the new scarf from around my neck, carefully placing it on the hook. The pretty lilac color made my life feel just a touch happier, brighter. “The alliance is still so new. If I had refused, it would have looked suspicious.”

“I just don’t like the idea of you being alone with him.”

“I wasn’t alone,” I reminded him. “Our warrior was there the whole time. Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”

“No?” Damon lifted an eyebrow. “The way he was looking at you when I walked in suggested otherwise.”

I couldn’t exactly brush off Damon’s words. After all, it had been mere days ago that Andrei had kissed me at the hunt. And the way my cheeks flushed at the thought betrayed the fact that maybe, just maybe, a tiny part of me had sort of liked it.

But, once again, I shoved that thought as far down and deep as I possibly could. Whatever unwanted attraction I felt toward Andrei was just that—unwanted.

We moved to the kitchen, where I poured us each a glass of water. The house was quiet; the twins were likely already asleep. Grace had been watching them all day, and I made a mental note to thank her in the morning.

“So,” Damon said, leaning against the counter, “how did the meeting go while I was gone? Dinner aside.”

“The partnership seems solid so far. I can’t sense any ulterior motives he might have aside from being curious about my pregnancy.”

“Did you tell him anything?”

“No.” I swallowed a gulp of water, and it tasted oddly bitter on my tongue. “He still thinks I had an abortion.”

“For now,” Damon pointed out.

“For now.”

Damon nodded, seeming somewhat relieved. I tilted my head. “Did you handle the issue with the Ashmoor males?”

“That’s the thing,” Damon said, his face darkening. “It wasn’t an Ashmoor male; it was a rogue who somehow got ahold of an Ashmoor guard uniform and managed to sneak into the pack house–right into the women’s bathhouse.”

“What?” I gasped, nearly dropping my glass. “How is that possible? We have guards, security protocols—”

“I know,” Damon cut me off. “I’m not sure how he got in on his own, but we caught him and took him into custody, so that’s something.”

“That’s never happened before. Not in the four years I’ve been here.”

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“No, it hasn’t.” Damon’s jaw ticked. “I’ve doubled the guard rotations and ordered a full sweep of the territory to check for others. Thankfully, it seems he was alone. I believe that track we found in the forest was his. Either way, we’ll increase security to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Well, it must have been a fluke,” I bit out, angry on the behalf of the young women who had been violated. “A rogue who got lucky. But he’s not lucky now. He won’t be once I get my hands on him.”

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