MasukNatasha's POV
I woke to the loud sound of my phone ringing somewhere. I tapped around the bed, blindly, still sleepy. My head is pounding loudly like a drum. With a groan, I forced my eyes open.
The first thing that registered was that I was not in my room. The second was that… I didn't have a room anymore. I lived with Matt. And Matt—the bastard— had cheated on me with my best friend.
Anger burned through my veins but it dissipated when another question dropped into my head.
So where was I?
Good question.
I scanned the room. It was a hotel suite. A massive impressive one. There was no way I could ever afford this place. So how on earth had I gotten?
Flashes of last night hit me. MDrinks with Sofia. Sofia leaving me. Me feeling funny and then—
By the moon goddess.The hot man.
The mystery man had brought me here.
“Don't hold back.”
I slapped my palm over my face, gasping in shock. Had I really said that?! What the hell had come over me? Sure, he was hot as hell but that wasn’t an excuse.
Still… he could kiss.
My cheeks heated as I remembered his shirt ripping open, his chest—perfect, hard, beautiful—pressing against mine, skin burning against skin.
I'd had sex with a stranger. And for some reason, I didn't feel bad about it.
The shrill sound of my ringtone yanked me out of my thoughts.
I scrambled off the bed and snatched my phone off the stool at the edge of the bed.
"Sofia?"
"Where are you?" Sofia asked, "Emily called and she keeps making snarky comments about you not showing up at the registry."
"Shit, shit," I groaned, clutching my aching head. "I... I'm on my way."
"What happened last night? Are you okay?" She asked, worried.
"I'm fine," I lied, my face burning red. "I'll be there soon. I'll tell you everything later."
"You better," she muttered before hanging up.
I dashed into the shower, yanked on my dress from last night, and slipped out of the hotel. The mystery man was nowhere in sight and I was grateful for that. I didn't want any of those awkward morning-after things that came with one-night stands.
What was I thinking, anyway? I'd never had a one-night stand before.
With a faint blush on my cheeks, I walked into the registry to see Matt and Emily waiting in the courtroom.
"Why is she here?" I snapped, sliding into my seat before the registrar.
“Why else? To prove my faithfulness,” Matt said smugly. My hand twitched with the urge to slap him.
Fine. If he wanted to play dirty, I could too. I reached into my purse to pull out the recording of him and Emily when she beat me to it.
“Matt is innocent,” Emily said smoothly, handing the registrar a file. “Natasha’s the traitor. She disrespected the marriage bond.”
My jaw dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” I frowned, arching a brow at her antics.
The registrar peered at me, flipping open the file. “Is this true?”
“Of course not!” I snapped. “Matt cheated on me. With her!”
He slid out a stack of photos and arched his brow in my direction. “That’s not what these suggest, Mrs. Langston.”
My stomach dropped. The pictures were of me at the bar. A man’s arm wrapped around me at the door. His face wasn’t visible, but mine was.
I crushed the photo in my hands. Emily. That snake. I could see it now in that stupid smile on her face—She’d set me up. Drugged me. And now I wondered—was the mystery man part of her plan?
"You did this," I snapped, rising on my feet ready to yank the bitch's hair apart.
"Mrs Langston, sit down and respect the court." The registrar ordered, and I struggled to obey.
Losing my temper would get me nowhere. I turned to the registrar. "If you would just look at this video, you'll see that Matt and-"
"Would you care to explain this picture first?" The registrar asked. "The man holding you isn't Mr Langston, is it?"
"Look I-"
"It's a yes or no, Mrs Langston. Is that your husband holding you?"
I swallowed the bile that filled my mouth. "No. It isn't."
"Did you go home with this man?"
"She did," Matt yelled. "She didn't come home last night, so she did!"
"Why would I come home to you, you bastard? So I can see you and Emily go at it like rabbits?"
"I am just a good friend of Mr Langston," Emily scoffed.
"Friend?" I said in a dry voice. "You were supposed to be my good friend. Instead, you seduced my husband and tried to make him yours."
"Mrs Langston, calm down!" The registrar snapped. "There's no need to hide your wrongdoing."
My jaw dropped. "My wrongdoing? I'm the one who got cheated on. How's that my wrongdoing?"
"The evidence suggests otherwise."
"You haven't checked all the evidence!" I yelled, throwing the flash drive at the hard-headed man.
Wrong move, because that made him angry and he lunged to his feet.
"You, Natasha Langston, are guilty of cheating and disrespecting the marriage bond. You will be expelled."
I looked from the registrar to Matt and realized I was done either way. I might as well just get this over with.
"I also demand a financial settlement," Matt said, the smug look still on his face. "You have hurt me very deeply, Natasha."
I gave him the middle finger while the registrar slid a new set of divorce documents towards me.
"Sign here, will you?"
Biting my bottom lip in pain, I reached for the pen, feeling defeated.
The doors opened and the pen slipped from my hands.
He walked in.
My mystery man from last night. His eyes scanned the room before eventually falling on mine and my breath seized.
He was even more gorgeous up close.
"I see you started the session without me, Matt.” He said, a stern look on his face.
"U-Uncle," Matt stuttered, rising to his feet. Everyone bowed their heads while I stared in shock.
The man I had slept with, the mystery man, was Matt's uncle? The Alpha of my pack?!
Shit.
I dropped my head in a bow when he approached me.
"She's not going anywhere." He announced, cupping my jaw. My wolf purred underneath his touch.
Hello, Mate.
Wait, what?"
"But sir, she disrespected the marriage bond.” The registrar complained.
“I’ve seen evidence of my nephew cheating on Natasha with that woman,” he said, his voice dangerous. Then his gaze softened as it landed on me. “And besides… Why would I expel my Luna?”
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
“E-Excuse me?”
Alan Blackwood knelt, pulling out a small ring box I hadn’t noticed before. He took my hand in his, those molten brown eyes melting me alive.
“Natasha,” he murmured. “Will you marry me?”
AlanNatasha said she would catch up, I did not question it, not because it felt entirely natural, but because there was nothing in her voice that gave me a reason to stop, nothing immediate that signaled hesitation or uncertainty, and yet as Victor and I continued down the corridor, I found that my awareness did not move forward with me, it lingered somewhere behind, caught in the space where she had remained, as if some part of me had not agreed to leave at all.Victor exhaled sharply beside me, the sound quiet but edged, like he was still carrying the weight of everything that had just happened, turning it over in his mind without finding anything solid enough to settle on, and for a while neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us in a way that was not unfamiliar, but felt heavier now, more deliberate, as if both of us were choosing it rather than simply falling into it.“She’s getting pulled into this,” Victor muttered after a moment, his voice low, almost restrained.
NatashaSomething in the air lingered after the figure’s last words, not in a way that could be touched or measured, but in the way everything felt slightly misaligned, like the room itself had shifted just enough to make every breath feel heavier than it should, and as I stood there beside Alan, close enough to feel the quiet steadiness of him without needing to look, I realized that whatever had just been set in motion was not going to stay contained within that space, it was already following us whether we acknowledged it or not.Alan did not speak again after that, and neither did I, because there was nothing immediate to say that would not feel smaller than what had just unfolded, while Victor let out a quiet, restrained breath that carried more frustration than relief, like he was holding himself back from pushing further even though every instinct in him told him to keep going, and yet, despite that, we all moved, not with urgen
AlanAs the words left my mouth, I felt it, not in the room, not in the way Victor shifted slightly beside us or the way Natasha’s shoulder remained steady against mine, but somewhere deeper, somewhere quieter, like I had stepped onto a path that had been there long before I knew it existed, and for the first time since all of this started, the silence that followed did not feel like something pressing against me, it felt like something waiting.The figure did not answer immediately, and this time, I did not expect them to, because the question itself had weight, not just in what it asked, but in what it meant, and I could see it in the way they held my gaze, not testing, not measuring, just watching, as if this was the point they had been moving toward all along.Behind me, I could feel Victor’s impatience building again, not sharp enough to break through, but there, restless and contained, while Natasha remained still beside me, her presence steady in a way that made it easier to st
NatashaThe space between us shifted in a way that was difficult to explain, not because anything physical had changed in a dramatic sense, but because something quieter had settled into place, something that altered the weight of every breath, every glance, every small movement that followed, and as I stood there beside Alan, close enough now to feel the faint warmth of him through the thin distance that remained, I realized that whatever this was, it was no longer just about the person in front of us.It was about what they had just set in motion.Alan did not respond immediately to those words, and I understood why, because there was something deliberate in the way they had been spoken, something designed to linger, to press against the edges of our thoughts until we filled in the gaps ourselves, and that kind of silence was not empty, it was guiding.I felt it pulling at me already.“What does that mean?” Victor asked, his voice quieter now, less sharp than before, but still carry
NatashaThe movement in the reflection did not come fast, did not carry urgency the way a threat usually would, but there was something far more unsettling about the steadiness of it, the quiet certainty in the way the figure closed the distance toward Alan as if there had never been any doubt about where they were going or why, and that alone made it harder to breathe evenly, harder to keep my thoughts from racing ahead of what was actually happening in front of us.Alan did not turn.That was the first thing I noticed, the first thing that anchored me, because even as the presence behind us shifted from something uncertain into something undeniable, he held his position with a level of control that felt almost unnatural, his focus still directed forward, his posture unchanged, as if he had already decided that reacting now would only give them more than they deserved.I matched that stillness, not because it was easy, but because anything else would break whatever fragile balance we
AlanThe sound behind us was not loud, not sudden enough to make anyone jump, but it carried a weight that made it impossible to ignore, the kind of sound that did not belong to the steady rhythm of machines or the quiet hum of systems running in the background, it was something human, something small and controlled, like the faint shift of a shoe against the floor or the slight brush of fabric as someone adjusted their stance, and that alone was enough to make every thought in my mind sharpen at once.I did not turn immediately, not because I was afraid of what I might see, but because instinct told me that reacting too quickly would give something away, and right now, the only advantage we might have left was the fact that whoever was behind us did not know exactly what we had already noticed.Alan went still beside me, not rigid, not tense in a way that would draw attention, just controlled, the same way he had been earlier, but I could feel the shift in him, the way his awareness
AlanThe shot rang out, but it did not sound like just another gunshot in the middle of chaos, it sounded louder, closer, like it had been fired right inside my chest, because for one second I did not know who it hit, did not know if I had just watched everything I had been trying to hold together
NatashaThe moment his name tore out of my throat, it did not feel like a choice or something I had control over, it came from somewhere deeper than that, somewhere raw and shaken and angry, because even though I had tried to hold it in, tried to stay quiet and think my way through this, the second
AlanThe moment Victor’s voice tore through the comm and I heard Natasha’s name shouted the way a man only shouted when something had gone terribly wrong, it felt like every other sound around me dropped away for one sharp terrible second, because even though gunfire was still breaking through the
Natasha.That hit me so hard that for a second I could not speak, because I knew he was right, I knew it in the deepest part of me, and suddenly the words from earlier came back to me, the tension in the compound, the strange confidence of the men attacking, the feeling that every move had been pla







