Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 93

**TITLE: He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 93**

**Chapter 93**

**Natalia**

The moment we stepped into the tavern, a wave of awareness washed over me, prickling at the back of my neck. It was the same cozy haven that had cradled me for the past five years, yet now it felt as if a cold wind had swept through, chilling the very air I breathed. Whispers of my true identity had rippled through the pack, and the discontent was palpable. I couldn’t fault them for their anger; I had woven a web of lies, and now the truth was unraveling.

As we crossed the threshold, the usual buzz of laughter and conversation dwindled to a low hum, eyes darting toward me like arrows. My heart raced, and I swallowed hard, my steps faltering for just a moment.

Damon, ever my anchor, squeezed my hand gently, a silent promise of support that steadied me. He guided me toward our usual table, where I prepared to confront the consequences of my choices. I had made my bed, and now it was time to lie in it. Yet, beneath the weight of my anxiety, a flicker of relief ignited within me. Revealing the truth felt like casting off a heavy cloak, even if it meant facing the storm that loomed ahead.

“Four whiskeys,” Damon ordered once we settled into our seats. He scanned the room, meeting the stares with a calm defiance until, one by one, people began to shift their focus back to their conversations. But the tension hung thick in the air, like a storm cloud waiting to burst.

“Your people seem thrilled to see us,” Lilith remarked, her tone laced with sarcasm. A smirk danced on her lips as she took her place across the table from me, her eyes glinting with amusement at my discomfort.

I chose to ignore her jab, instead locking my gaze on Andrei. He was a different creature today. While his arrogance remained, there was a dullness in his eyes, a hardness in his jaw that spoke volumes. Since our arrival at the border, he had barely acknowledged my presence, and I could taste the bitterness of that silence.

Of course, it made sense. He had achieved his goal, and now the charm he once wielded like a weapon had lost its purpose. The intimacy we had shared was merely a tool in his arsenal, a means to manipulate me.

Perhaps he felt a sense of relief as well. Relieved that I had “had an abortion,” that there was no heir to tie him down, no child of his to complicate his life. Now he could pursue a fresh start with Lilith, unencumbered by the shadows of a past he wished to forget. No more loose ends to tie up, no more secrets to keep.

The thought twisted my stomach into knots. Max and Jane were at home with Grace, blissfully unaware that their father sat across from me, pretending they didn’t exist. The pain of that realization cut deeper than any blade.

The whiskeys arrived, and I grasped mine with trembling hands, downing half of it in one swift motion. The burn slid down my throat, grounding me momentarily. Silence enveloped our table, thick enough to slice through, and my mind spiraled back to that fateful night of the banquet.

Every time I glanced at Andrei, I was haunted by the memory of that ethereal seafoam green glow in his eyes. Did he remember that night with the same intensity, or had it all been a mere game to him?

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