All Chapters of Reclaimed by My Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I smiled and leaned into Damon. “All better,” I said, even as my heart pounded.Later that night, after the twins were asleep and the house was quiet, I found Damon sitting in the parlor in front of the crackling fireplace.Music was playing softly on the record player, and he had his head tilted ba

My wolf chuffed again, but I ignored her.I sighed. “Look, Damon.” I took my friend’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I love you—but not in the way you want me to. I don’t want to be marked. And I don’t think it’s a good idea.”Damon’s green eyes searched my face as if looking for some hint that I migh

NataliaThe car ride to the border was painfully quiet. Damon’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw set in that firm line I’d seen too often these past few days.Ever since I had rejected his offer to make our fake marriage real, the tension between us had been tighter tha

Natalia“An incident?” I frowned. “What happened?”Damon sighed. “Some of our young females were reportedly harassed by one of our own males. I need to handle this personally.”I nodded, understanding the severity. Pack females were to be protected, not harmed, and it was worse when the perpetrator

Natalia & AndreiNatalia“Whose body was burned during your funeral all those years ago? I deserve to know.”I sat back on my heels and stared at Andrei. The question wasn’t entirely unexpected—he was bound to ask eventually—but the timing caught me off guard. We had just buried a baby deer that Andrei had had to put out of its misery with his bare hands.Although, I supposed it was the perfect segue, wasn’t it? Death often gets one thinking about death.Andrei patiently waited for an answer. His eyes were earnest.I considered lying, but what would be the point? He already knew I had faked my death. The details of how I’d done it hardly mattered now. So long as he didn’t find out about the twins or that I suspected him in the attempts on my life, what did it matter?And a small part of me did, admittedly, feel guilty. I remembered watching from a distance as Andrei stood over the pyre, his face crumbling in on itself. I recalled his drunken behavior afterwards, too.Even if he’d only