Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 74

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**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 74**

**Lilith**

Everything was unfolding perfectly.

I nestled myself behind an ornate marble column, my heart racing with anticipation as I observed Natalia teetering down the corridor, her body leaning heavily against Alpha David, who had his arm possessively wrapped around her waist. Even from my concealed position, I could discern the unsteadiness in her steps, her head lolling lazily against his shoulder. The drugs I had carefully administered were working like a charm.

And just as I had orchestrated, she was adorned in the dress I had arranged for her, the very one I had instructed David to have crafted in the letters we exchanged.

By the break of dawn, that dress would be plastered all over social media. The insatiable vixen would soon regret ever slipping it on.

A triumphant smile blossomed on my face as I watched them vanish around the corner. The substance I had slipped into her champagne was doing its job splendidly. It was just enough to render her pliable, suggestible, and utterly foolish.

Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment. Finding the right Alpha had been a challenge—I needed someone ambitious, someone who would not question why a beautiful woman might seem to be throwing herself at him.

David was the perfect candidate. Young, strikingly handsome, and with an ego that could fill a room. He was notorious for his womanizing ways, always eager to leap into bed with any woman, married or not.

In fact, he had a particular thrill for pursuing married women. It was a game to him.

Crafting the letters had been the most intricate part of my scheme. I had spent countless hours studying Natalia’s handwriting from archived documents in Andrei’s office. The way she curved her ‘y’s, the precise manner in which she crossed her ‘t’s—I had mastered every nuance.

My first letter claimed that she harbored a secret crush on him, an irresistible urge she could no longer suppress. Pretending to be her, I confessed that she longed for an affair.

As the letters progressed, they grew increasingly passionate and explicit. By the third letter, David was completely under my thumb—or rather, under Natalia’s. He was so eager to believe that the elusive Luna Mira of Ashmoor was secretly yearning for him, willing to risk everything for a taste of his forbidden fruit.

Men were so predictably simple.

The dress had been my final flourish. I convinced him that if he wanted to seduce her, he needed to send her a gift.

“Green is my favorite color,” I had penned. “I’ll wear the dress to the banquet if you send it my way. It would be such a thrill to don something you’ve gifted me while my husband remains blissfully unaware. Then we can slip away and finally indulge in our desires…”

Now, all that remained was the grand finale. The hidden camera was already set up in the small sitting room down the hall—a room I had selected for its seclusion yet comfort, perfect for a rendezvous. Perfect for a scandal.

I lingered a few moments to ensure the coast was clear before I followed their path. Andrei was nowhere to be found, which was a fortunate stroke of luck. Had he known of my devious plan, he would undoubtedly have been furious.

He still loved her, despite everything. Even now, he called her name in his sleep, refusing to share a bed with me, refusing to be truly mine.

The thought ignited a fire of anger within me. Andrei had been mine first; Natalia was merely a temporary placeholder. Yet, upon my return, he couldn’t seem to sever the ties. She had been “dead” for five long years, and still, he clung to her memory.

But after tonight, there would be no question of his affections. Even if his heart still beat for her, the public scrutiny would force him to distance himself.

However, as I reached the door to the sitting room, I noticed it was slightly ajar. No sounds emanated from within.

Curiosity piqued, I peered through the crack, praying they hadn’t mistakenly wandered into another room. If they had, this entire plan would unravel; I needed that footage to validate my efforts.

But they were not there. Instead, I found Andrei standing alone in the center of the room, his back turned to me, lost in thought.

I inhaled sharply, my instincts urging me to retreat. But as I hurried away, my heel caught on the flowing fabric of my dress, sending me tumbling into the door. It swung open wide, exposing me in all my glory.

Andrei spun around, his eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity.

“Lilith.”

**Andrei**

Something was amiss.

The moment I laid eyes on Natalia, swaying down the hallway with that Alpha’s arm possessively around her waist, a sense of dread washed over me. She was unsteady, her movements slow and disoriented, which raised alarms in my mind.