Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 92

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 92**

“Brother,” Andrei acknowledged Damon with a slight nod, his gaze briefly flitting toward me, lingering just a heartbeat longer than necessary. “Natalia.”

I could sense the unspoken memories of that night we shared reflected in his eyes, yet his expression remained an impenetrable mask. Good. At least he was honoring his vow to keep our secret safe from prying ears.

“No need for pleasantries,” Damon interjected, his voice low and menacing as he advanced. “You sent a rogue into our territory. He was clad in an Ashmoor uniform, sneaking into our bathhouse to frighten our females. And he confessed that you were the one who hired him.”

Andrei stood there, his demeanor unflinching, as if he were made of stone. “Yes, I did.”

The bluntness of his admission caught both Damon and me off guard. We had anticipated a denial, perhaps even a deflection, but here he was, laying bare his wrongdoing without a hint of remorse.

“Why?” Damon demanded, his voice rising with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Andrei shrugged one shoulder nonchalantly. “I wanted to assess your defenses. Considering our recent alliance, I needed to determine if Ashmoor was truly secure.”

“So you sent someone to spy on our females while they bathe?” I blurted out, incredulity dripping from my words.

“I sent him to infiltrate your territory,” Andrei clarified, his tone almost dismissive. “I didn’t instruct him to spy on women. But the reality is clear—your security failed. An untrained rogue was able to breach your defenses and penetrate deep into your pack house before anyone noticed.”

A muscle in Damon’s jaw twitched, a clear sign of his mounting frustration. “You breached our trust. This alliance—”

“Is still advantageous for both of us,” Andrei interrupted, a cold smile playing on his lips, devoid of any warmth. “And now we both understand where your vulnerabilities lie.” His grin was more of a show of teeth than a sign of camaraderie. “Consider it a favor.”

“A favor,” Damon echoed, his voice flat and incredulous. “You expect us to express gratitude for this?”

“I expect you to recognize the bigger picture,” Andrei replied smoothly. “Our alliance strengthens us, but only if both packs are fortified. Clearly, Ashmoor is not.”

Damon glanced at me, seeking my input, but Andrei continued, “To make amends, I’m willing to lend you three of my top Moonshadow warriors to help bolster your defenses. They can train your guards, identify weaknesses, and ensure that nothing like this occurs again.”

I blinked, taken aback by the offer. Warriors were the lifeblood of a pack, especially in these tumultuous times.

Damon’s surprise mirrored my own. “And what do you gain from this arrangement?”

“The satisfaction of knowing my ally isn’t a weak link,” Andrei replied, his voice smooth as silk. “I don’t want Ashmoor to appear vulnerable; it reflects poorly on Moonshadow by association.”

Damon turned to me, his eyes silently questioning my thoughts. I nodded subtly, understanding the gravity of our situation. We needed to deliberate this in private.

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