NATALIA
I didn’t expect gratitude. But I had hoped for decency.
Andrei stood near the fireplace, his arms folded across his chest, tension rippling through every inch of him. He hadn’t even offered me a seat. The office we’d once shared for council matters felt colder now—smaller, somehow.
“You shouldn’t have made a scene,” he said without looking at me.
I kept my expression neutral as I pulled the folded contract from my bag. The thick paper was still as crisp as the day it had been printed, the creases where it had been folded sharp. I laid it gently on the table between us.
“I didn’t make a scene. I defended myself. And this—” I tapped the page “—says our marriage contract ended this week. It could have been renewed. It wasn’t. I’ll leave, as stated in the language here,” I finished, holding it up so he could see it.
He chose not to look. “So it’s divorce, then.”
“In a way,” I said, maintaining my composure.
Finally, he looked at me. His gaze dropped to the document, then flicked back up, sharp with accusation.
“Convenient,” he muttered. “You seem to have prepared everything. Almost like you were waiting for this.”
I didn’t rise to the bait. “I was hoping you’d remember it on your own. But no matter. We made a deal. It’s time to honor it.”
The silence between us tightened. Then, as if on cue, his phone buzzed. One glance at the screen and his mouth pressed into a thin line.
Lilith.
He picked up without hesitation. “What is it?”
I couldn’t hear her words, but his face shifted instantly—concern, even urgency, flooding his features.
“I’ll be right there,” he said, then ended the call.
My chest ached before he even spoke.
“You can come by tomorrow,” he said briskly. “We’ll sign the papers then.”
He didn’t even try to hide his impatience.
“She—” I began, but he was already moving toward the door.
“Lilith’s still recovering. I don’t want her upset.”
And just like that, he left.
I stood alone, staring at the contract that should have meant something. In his world, Lilith’s every whim was a storm. My divorce? A passing drizzle.
***
The next morning, I arrived precisely on time. Aiden, one of the junior omegas, looked startled to see me at the door of the Alpha’s office, but said nothing as he let me in.
Andrei sat behind his desk, lips pursed in thought. But he wasn’t alone.
Lilith lounged on the office chaise like it was her personal throne, clad in pale silk with a bandage taped across her cheek—though I was fairly sure the wound was little more than a scratch.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Natalia,” she purred, tilting her head. “You’re early. You must be eager to fix things.”
I ignored her entirely. “Andrei.”
He turned to me. “Natalia,” he said smoothly. “Please sit.”
I eyed Lilith. I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction. “I’ll stand, thank you,” I said formally.
Lilith leaned forward, placing a delicate hand on Andrei’s forearm. “She’s being dramatic.” She focused all her attention on him, her hand lingered on Andrei’s arm. “You’re overreacting, you know. I don’t need all this attention. I could’ve healed just fine on my own.”
The urge to roll my eyes was immediate and extreme. I managed to resist the impulse.
“I need to speak to him. Alone,” I said, voice colder than steel.
Lilith’s mouth twitched. “I’m sure whatever you have to say, I can—”
“Lilith,” Andrei cut in, sighing. “Wait outside.”
She blinked in surprise, her grip tightening momentarily. But then she smiled—tight, forced—and rose with exaggerated slowness.
“I’ll be just outside, darling,” she said, brushing past me. “Natalia, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?”
I said nothing.
Once the door closed, Andrei steepled his fingers. “So you didn’t come to back out of the divorce?”
I stared at him. “No.”
“You’re not here to beg?”
“Why would I?”
He’d been gone for long stretches of our marriage—wartime could keep Alpha’s away like that—and I wondered if he’d ever really knew me at all.
He leaned back, tone sharpening. “Because you finally realize what you’re giving up. I could’ve ignored your little outburst, your jealousy. But you chose to embarrass the pack. You still owe Lilith an apology.”
I laughed. A sharp, humorless sound. “I don’t owe her a damn thing.”
He looked genuinely taken aback. “You’re serious.”
“As death.”
He stared for a moment, then nodded once. “So be it.”
Silence stretched between us.
“You can stay in the pack, if you want,” he offered, surprisingly mild. “There’s no need to disrupt everything.”
But I shook my head. “I’ll be gone by the end of the week. You can have your Luna back. Make her official.”
Something flickered in his eyes, but he said nothing as I turned to leave.
When I opened the door, Lilith was still waiting. She straightened quickly, schooling her features into something saccharine.
“Oh good,” she said. “Natalia.” Like she was surprised to see me emerge from a door that she’d been so obviously eavesdropping at.
I didn’t pause, but she stepped in front of me.
“We’re having an engagement ceremony next month. Very private. But I’d love for you to come.”
I blinked at her. “You’re joking.”
“No,” she said, smiling too brightly. “You were part of his life for so long. It feels only right to honor the transition properly. Closure, you know?”
I pushed past her. “No, thank you.”
But she followed, her voice lowering slightly. “You’re not angry, are you? I mean, it was always going to be me. We both knew that.”
I didn’t answer.
Her hand caught my arm as I reached the stairs. “Come on, Natalia. It’ll mean a lot to Andrei—”
“Let go of me.”
But in the scuffle, my bag slipped off my shoulder. Its contents scattered across the floor. Keys. Pens. A folded notepad. And—
The bottle.
Small. Amber-colored. With my name and ‘PRENATAL VITAMINS’ printed clearly on the label.
Lilith’s gaze locked on it instantly. Her smile disappeared.
I snatched it up before she could read the rest. Without another word, I turned and walked away.
LILITH
Natalia was hiding something.
I watched her retreat down the stairs, that bottle clutched tightly in her hand. I’d only caught part of the label, but I knew enough.
The bitch was going to have a pup.
I waited until the hallway cleared. Then I slipped back into Andrei’s office, crossing to the desk and pulling out my phone.
He was still behind the desk, flipping through some paper like he hadn’t just let his ex-wife walk out with half her dignity shredded.
“She’s hiding something,” I said.
He glanced up. “What?”
“Your little Luna. She’s not as calm as she seems.”
He rolled his eyes. “Let it go, Lilith.”
But I was already dialing, slipping out of his office so he couldn’t hear what I was about to do.
“I need someone followed,” I said when the line picked up. “No mistakes. I want everything: where she goes, who she sees, what she buys. And if she’s pregnant—”
I paused, watching the fire flicker in the hearth.
“—I want her gone.”
ANDREII didn’t hear the door open.I didn’t even look up when footsteps crossed the room and stopped just short of the hearth. I sat with my elbows on my knees, head in my hands, trying to breathe past the hollow ache in my chest that had been growing since morning.“You need to come with me,” Damon said quietly.I looked up. He stood in the doorway, unreadable as ever, tension coiled through his frame like a live wire.“What is it?” I asked, my voice hoarse from a sleepless night.“Just… come.”There was something in his tone. Not urgency. Not command. But something final.I stood without questioning him.He didn’t speak again as we walked, only led me through the winding halls of the packhouse and out toward the far side of the estate, where the trees grew closer and the shadows darker. The path curved toward the back stables, where the air smelled of damp hay and salt carried from the cliffs nearby.The sea.The same sea I’d stared at for weeks now, each wave mocking me with all i
NATALIAThe corridor was dim and quiet, but my head was anything but. My heart still hadn’t slowed, and every breath tasted like ash.Lilith’s voice echoed inside me. If you don’t finish this, I will.I moved like a shadow through Damon’s packhouse, hands clenched, footsteps light. The cool air kissed my face as I slipped past closed doors and polished railings.Somewhere behind me, Andrei was still in that room, probably standing among the shards of glass I’d left behind, unaware of how close he’d been.Unaware that I was alive.And unsure if he deserved to know.I pressed my palm to the wall and tried to breathe. My thoughts felt splintered, whiplashing between fear and fury, grief and longing.I should have run. I should have left the second she started talking on that call. But I hadn’t. I’d stayed. Listened. And now?Now I didn’t know what to believe.I was so lost in my own head that I didn’t notice Damon until I nearly collided with him at the top of the main staircase.He caug
NATALIAThis was it, I thought. I was caught.Andrei’s gaze locked onto my back like a brand. Sharp. Searching. His wolf pushed forward, scenting the air, brushing the edges of recognition. My pulse screamed. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe.He took a step toward me.My legs refused to work.He opened his mouth—And the door burst open.“Alpha.”A soldier—one of Andrei’s men—stood framed in the hallway, his shirt damp with sweat, boots still dusted from the road. I recognized him by scent alone—he’d been part of Andrei’s personal protective detail for years.“What?” Andrei barked, his eyes still fixed on me.The man didn’t seem to notice the tension in the room. “We found a lead. North of the ravine outside Redpine. A healer said she treated a lone wolf last week—female, injured, matching Natalia’s description. Said the woman had a scar on her left hand.”I flinched.My left hand—injured during the ambush. The scar had never healed clean.Andrei inhaled sharply.
NATALIAThe door to the storage room creaked shut, and I didn’t dare to breathe until I heard Andrei’s footsteps retreat. Even then, I stayed still for several minutes, tucked in the narrow passageway between the walls, my arms wrapped protectively around my belly.Damon’s hand rested lightly on my shoulder. “He’s gone.”I exhaled, shaky and silent. My body slumped forward slightly, the tension leaving my limbs in waves. My heart, though, thundered on, unwilling to settle.“He was so close,” I whispered.“I know.” Damon’s voice was tight with restrained anger. “Too close.”He helped me up, guiding me back to the adjoining room — the one I’d been hiding in before Grace opened her mouth and nearly destroyed everything.The panic had been instantaneous. The moment we heard footsteps, Damon swept me through the back hallway just in time, stuffing me between a stack of dusty crates and old linens while Grace tried to stall.It didn’t matter that the room Andrei entered had nothing but cobw
DAMON“Natalia, stay in your room.”She looked at me like she wanted to argue, to press for answers, but I didn’t give her the chance. I closed the door softly but firmly, cutting off her wide, panicked eyes. Behind the door, I could still feel her wolf—agitated, alert, pressing against her skin like mine pressed against mine.“She’s too close to the edge,” the doctor had warned me. “Emotionally and physically. Any sudden shock—”I wasn’t about to let Andrei deliver one.Grace was loitering near the hall, arms crossed, jaw tight with tension she didn’t bother to hide. She opened her mouth, but I cut her off.“You will not speak to him. Not a word. Not unless I order it.”Her lips curled in irritation. “He has a right to know—”“No,” I snapped. “He had the right. He gave it up when he let her walk away pregnant and alone.”She glared at me, but under my Alpha tone, she dropped her gaze. “Yes, Alpha,” she muttered.I brushed past her and headed toward the southern gates. My pack had alr
NATALIAI’d been injured before when my car fell from the cliff—cuts, bruises, and fractured rib—but something about this time felt different.Maybe it was the way the pain lingered beneath my skin like a warning, a slow burn of vulnerability I couldn’t shake. Or maybe it was the gnawing weight in my chest, whispering that the man who might have ordered my death was the same one I once trusted to keep me safe.Andrei.I hadn’t spoken his name aloud since the crash, but it never left my thoughts. It clung to everything: the bruises on my ribs, the tremor in my hands, the way I jolted awake each night expecting another attack.Damon had saved me. Damon had sheltered me. But I was no fool.If Andrei truly believed I was a threat—because of the child, because of the past—he would not stop.And hiding within Damon’s territory put him and his people directly in the line of fire.Still, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.Not yet.The pregnancy had taken a toll on me. More than I’d expected.T
ANDREI“You need to rein her in before there’s nothing left to salvage.”My mother’s voice was sharp, clear, and unforgiving as she stood in my office, arms crossed in that imperious way she used when she knew she was right. Which, in this case, she probably was.“She’s only been back for a few days,” I said, already exhausted by the conversation. “She needs time to reacquaint herself with the rhythms of pack life.”Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Reacquaint? She’s issuing orders to warriors, reallocating patrols, questioning the Beta in front of others. Do you have any idea how furious the ranks are?”I turned away, pacing behind my desk. It was easier than facing her.“She’s not Luna yet.”“Try telling her that. The pack sees her acting like one, and they don’t like it. Natalia would never have overstepped this way.”I flinched.It wasn’t that she was wrong. It was that I didn’t want to hear it.Mother softened her tone. “Andrei. You can still undo this. You’re not married to Lilith yet.”
NATALIAPain woke me. Not the sharp, screaming kind—but the dull, bruising ache of being shoved back into life.I inhaled sharply.The air was sterile. Clean. Tinged faintly with antiseptic and something herbal, like crushed mint leaves.I blinked, vision swimming. White ceiling. Soft light. A pulse monitor beside me.I remembered. The car accident. Falling. The impact. The water surging up around me.My hand flew to my belly.The baby.My heart thundered.Then, something inside me—my wolf—whispered that it was okay.My baby.Alive.Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them. I didn’t sob. Just let them fall, warm and quiet, down my temples and into my hair. I had lived. My child had lived. For now.The door creaked open.A tall man stepped in. Dark hair. Green eyes. A jawline sharpened by years of holding back too many words. Familiar—but not.Damon.Andrei's brother. Half-brother, technically. The one they never spoke of at the packhouse unless politics or tension made it una
NATALIAThe closet was half-empty. My dresses still hung in a neat row, untouched. Most were formal—Luna attire. Silks and muted colors meant to convey grace and restraint. Now, they looked like costumes from a role I no longer played.I folded the last of my sweaters and zipped the suitcase shut. There wasn’t much else I wanted to take. A few books. Some photos. Letters from some of the other wolves who grew up alongside me in the orphanage. Everything else could stay. Let Lilith wear my title. My dresses. Let her step into my shoes and realize how quickly they blister.A knock at the door startled me.When I opened it, Mila stood there—my Delta. Her eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight. She looked like she hadn’t slept."You’re really leaving," she said quietly.I nodded. "It’s better this way."Mila stepped inside, looking around like she might find a reason to make me stay. "He won’t be the same without you. None of us will.""He’ll be fine," I said. "He has Lilith."She snorted. Walk