Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 81

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 81**

**Chapter 81**

There are dreams I keep locked away, hidden deep within the confines of my mind. They are not new; in fact, they have haunted me for nights on end. Each time I close my eyes, they come creeping back, and tonight was no exception.

“I don’t remember that,” I said, the words slipping from my lips like a desperate lie. Yet, I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, betraying me as I met his gaze.

“You’re blushing,” he observed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a thrilling shiver racing down my spine. “What were you really dreaming about, Natalia?”

I cleared my throat, the sound echoing in the charged silence. Suddenly feeling trapped, I stood up abruptly, my heart racing. “I should go find Damon. He’s probably worried sick—”

But my sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness crashing over me, remnants of the medication swirling in my system. The room spun like a top, and I felt my legs falter beneath me.

Before I could hit the ground, strong arms encircled me, not just to catch me, but to draw me down into the warmth of his lap.

My eyes widened in shock as I landed in Andrei’s embrace, and instinctively, I pushed against his chest, my voice a frantic whisper. “Andrei, what are you doing?” The heat in my face was now a blazing inferno.

“Making sure you don’t fall,” he replied, a teasing smirk dancing at the corner of his mouth. But I knew this was about so much more than just keeping me upright.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his presence pressing in on me. In this intimate proximity, I could sense the electric current that pulsed between us, a magnetic force that was both thrilling and terrifying. His scent enveloped me, rich and intoxicating, and I loathed how much I craved it. I hated that instead of pushing away, my fingers had shifted from a weak push against his chest to gently curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

Leaning in closer, Andrei’s lips brushed against the shell of my ear, sending another wave of shivers cascading down my spine. “What were you dreaming about?” he asked again, his tone softer, more intimate this time. His breath, warm and tantalizing, danced along my neck, igniting a fire within me.

“Nothing,” I replied weakly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just… confusion from the drugs.”

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