Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 69

**TITLE: He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 69**

**CONTENT: Chapter 69**

We twirled through the throng of bodies, a whirlwind of movement that quickened with every beat of the music. The vibrant hues and dazzling lights around us melded into a kaleidoscope, blurring the faces of the other dancers until it felt as though we existed in an isolated realm, a sanctuary crafted solely for the two of us. Each step, each turn, we were a single entity, lost in the rhythm.

A part of me despised how instinctively my body responded to him. It was as if my limbs had a mind of their own, effortlessly syncing to his tempo. I loathed even more the way my breath hitched, how my heart raced—not from an adrenaline-induced fear or simmering anger—but from a sensation that was both thrilling and terrifying in its intensity.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Andrei remarked, his gaze unwavering, locked onto mine as we glided across the floor. “Green always was your color.”

Words caught in my throat, rendering me mute. I was overwhelmed, my thoughts swirling chaotically as I struggled to comprehend the surreal moment unfolding before me. Andrei was dancing with me. Andrei, who had never once shared a dance with me throughout our entire marriage.

Images flooded my mind—those countless balls and galas where I stood on the periphery, watching him mingle effortlessly with other Alphas. I could still feel the sting of hope each time I waited, yearning for him to invite me to join him, to publicly acknowledge that I was more than a mere figurehead Luna, more than just the woman who managed his household and warmed his bed on occasion.

“I’m too tired,” he would dismiss me with a wave, his voice laced with indifference. “Later,” he would promise, but those promises always evaporated into the air, leaving me in a state of perpetual longing.

I had been the wallflower Luna, perpetually overlooked, never chosen to dance by my own husband, and yet forbidden from joining other males for fear of igniting jealousy. Always the observer, never the participant.

But now, here he was, sweeping me across the dance floor with a grace that belied the years of neglect. It felt as if we had been dancing together for a lifetime, as if he had not spent years turning away from me at events just like this one.

And what of Lilith? Shouldn’t he be dancing with his rightful Luna, the woman he had chosen over me not once, but twice?

I scanned the room and spotted her, her ethereal white gown making her stand out amidst the sea of faces. She was engrossed in conversation with a group of older wolves, blissfully unaware of our presence. At a glance, she might even think I was dancing with Damon, someone else entirely.

“You should be dancing with your wife,” I finally managed to force out, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I hated how feeble I sounded, how he still wielded such power over me.

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