Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 72

He was still talking to someone in the crowd. Not David, but someone else–another Alpha and Luna, perhaps? I couldn’t recall; I just remembered mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom and floating away.

I made my way to the bathroom, stumbling slightly on my feet. The hallway seemed longer than I remembered, the doors further apart. By the time I pushed open the bathroom door, I was giggling again at how silly I must look, weaving my way through Andrei’s house like a drunk college girl at her first frat party.

The bathroom was mercifully empty once again. I leaned against the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright and watery. The emerald dress gleamed under the soft lighting, and when I moved my hand in front of my face, it left behind a little rainbow–colored streak.

How… strange.

“You’re drunk,” I told myself, pointing at reflection, and burst into another fit of giggles.

But I hadn’t had enough to be drunk. And this didn’t feel like being drunk. It felt like… something else entirely.

I splashed some cold water on my wrists, hoping it would clear my head. Instead, it sent a pleasant tingle up my arms, making me shiver.

The shiver made my mind drift back to the dance with Andrei. The way he’d held me, the strength in his arms, the heat of his body pressed against mine… That had made me shiver, too, in the best way possible.

We had never danced like that during our marriage. Not even at the wedding.

I’d always wanted to, had practically begged him at times, but he would always had some excuse or another.

But tonight… tonight he had chosen me. Sought me out among all the guests, pulled me into his arms, and made me the center of his world, if only for a few minutes.

My heart soared at the memory. All I’d ever wanted was to dance with him, to feel like I mattered to him. And despite everything that had happened between us, despite the years and the lies and the pain, for those few moments on the dance floor, I’d felt it.

Felt wanted. Felt chosen.

I missed him. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I missed Andrei. Not the cold, distant Alpha he’d been during most of our marriage, but the man who’d held me tonight, who’d looked at me like I was the only woman

in the room.

I gazed into the mirror, lost in these thoughts, when suddenly I gasped. There, in the reflection behind me, stood a tall figure with dark hair and piercing green eyes.

Andrei,

My wolf stirred inside of me, sending a low purr of recognition and desire straight to my hips.

Without thinking, I turned, drawn to him like a moth to flame. I stumbled forward, nearly falling, and clutched at his chest to steady myself.

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Strong, warm arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I felt safe, protected. Like I was home.

I giggled and looked up through my lashes, suddenly feeling bold and reckless. The alcohol had loosened my inhibitions, silenced my voice of reason.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, leaning closer.

But as my vision focused, the fog in my mind clearing just slightly, I realized with a jolt that it wasn’t Andrei who was holding me.

It was David.

The young Alpha from the southern pack who had offered me a drink earlier. Who had stared at my dress with that strange look in his eyes.

I tried to pull away, confused and embarrassed, but his grip on my waist tightened. I couldn’t move.

“I see you like the dress I bought just for you,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he leaned in to kiss me. “Now that I’ve seen it on you, I’d like to see how it looks on my bedroom floor.”

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