Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 80

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 80**

Natalia

As Andrei turned to face me, his expression was one of genuine surprise. If I were in his shoes, I would undoubtedly share the same sentiment. Just hours ago, I had been hunched over the toilet, desperately expelling the remnants of my stomach’s contents.

But now, a remarkable transformation had taken place within me. The tumultuous waves of nausea that had once threatened to overwhelm me had receded, leaving behind only a dull throb in my head and a swirling confusion as I attempted to reconstruct the chaotic events of the evening.

“Is it alright if I sit?” I gestured toward the vacant armchair beside him, my voice tentative.

“Be my guest,” he replied with a casual ease that caught me off guard. I had braced myself for anger, for disappointment over my reckless behavior that had marred Lilith’s banquet. Yet, as I looked at him, I found no trace of fury in his eyes.

With a nod, I settled into the chair, smoothing the rumpled fabric of my green dress. The memory of Alpha David’s peculiar comments about it flickered in my mind, but the details eluded me, slipping through my fingers like sand. All that remained were fragmented images from a night that had rushed by in a blur.

Yet, one specific moment stood out with alarming clarity.

I had revealed the truth.

That I was not Mira, but Natalia. That I hadn’t perished as everyone believed. I had woven a web of lies for five long years.

And in that chaotic moment, it was Andrei who had come to my aid—not Damon, but Andrei.

I recalled the strength of his arms as they lifted me, cradling me away from the chaos. I remembered how he had held my hair back, rubbed soothing circles on my back, and wiped the sweat from my brow with a cool cloth. He had even given me a tonic to purge the drugs from my system.

His fingers had intertwined with mine as I drifted into a restless sleep, a lifeline in my turmoil.

We sat together in silence, the air thick with unspoken words. Andrei sipped his whiskey, his gaze fixed on the empty fireplace, lost in thought. The only sound breaking the stillness was the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner—a sound that once felt like a countdown to disaster, but now wrapped around me like a comforting embrace.

“Why did you help me?” I finally broke the silence, my voice trembling slightly. “You could have just let me collapse on that stage, let me humiliate myself further.”

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