Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

Natalia

“We have to call Damon,” I said, pacing back and forth across the floor of Andrei’s office. The space was still exactly as I remembered it: two armchairs sitting in front of the fireplace, a large window overlooking the driveway below, tall bookshelves lining the walls, and a large mahogany desk dominating the space.

Andrei was sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands. Even from here, I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as his mind raced to come up with a solution to our dilemma.

“He won’t know anything about this,” Andrei muttered.

I flashed him a withering look. “Our son could die. We need all the help we can get.” I drew in a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “Besides, Damon knows more about pack history than anyone I’ve ever met.”

Damon answered on the second ring, and I could hear the concern in his words even from across the room when Andrei explained the situation. The call was brief–Damon asking a few quick questions about Max’s condition and Elena’s diagnosis before promising to be there as soon as possible.

“He’s leaving now,” Andrei said, hanging up. “Should be here in a few hours.”

Those few hours felt like an eternity. I stayed by Max’s bedside the entire time, watching his labored breathing and checking his temperature every few minutes. Jane had woken once, asking for water, and I’d had to force a smile and tell her that Max was just resting when she noticed that he wasn’t moving.

When Damon finally arrived, I practically threw myself into his arms. He held me tight for a moment, and I could feel some of the tension in my shoulders ease just from having him there.

“How is he?” Damon asked, looking over at Max’s sleeping form.

“Not good,” I whispered. “The fever keeps coming back, and he’s barely staying conscious.‘

Face pale, Damon moved to Max’s bedside and placed a gentle hand on my son’s forehead. His expression grew even more grim. “Tell me everything Elena said about this Luna’s Curse.”

We spent the next hour going over every detail Elena had shared, showing Damon the ancient texts she’d found. He listened carefully, asking pointed questions about the symptoms and timeline.

“I’ve heard of something like this before,” he finally said, closing the old book. “Not the curse itself, but Bloodmoon pack’s healing abilities.” He turned to Andrei. “Do you remember the stories our grandfather used to tell us when we were kids?”

Andrei furrowed his brow. “You mean the fairytales he’d make up before bed?”

Damon rolled his eyes. “They weren’t fairytales, Andrei. They were stories from old history books.” He sighed and looked at me. “Apparently, Bloodmoon didn’t just disappear. It’s speculated that they’re still alive, hidden in the wilderness deep within the neutral territory.”

The neutral territory. The space between the packs that had never been claimed because of the cultural and magical significance of the land; the very same place where Andrei held that hunt all those months ago.

“But no one is allowed to live on the neutral territory,” I mused. “It’s said that anyone who lives there will

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Chapter 228

become a rogue.”

Damon shot me an arch look. “Bloodmoon members are descendents of the Moon Goddess. They could very easily live there without facing the consequences,”

“Are you sure about this?” Andrei asked.

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