You Will Be Mine Natasha Preston Summary Novels & Stories

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

I turned around and reached back inside, wrapping my arm securely around Natalie’s waist to lift her effortlessly down to the stone platform. The moment her feet hit the ground, I kept her tucked tightly against my flank. I wanted every wolf in this territory to smell the suffocating weight of my claim on her. She was mine—my shield, my antidote, and the undisputed Luna of my pack. We walked up the grand, sweeping marble steps of the Bloodstone hall. Two rows of silver-armored Bloodstone warriors stood on either side, their hands resting on the hilts of their claymores, their eyes glaring down at us with open hostility.

Maybe it’s finally time to tell her everything instead of feeding her pieces little by little. Not just about me and Clinton. Everything. What we are. What she is. What the pack plans to do with her. Every dirty secret. If Clinton still somehow keeps her after that, then maybe they truly deserve each other. I push away from the window and head for the door. The handle barely turns before the door swings inward, and I almost walk straight into someone. Natasha. My jaw tightens immediately. Perfect timing. Truly. She stands there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes slightly swollen, makeup ruined around the edges.

~∆~ Rain's POV ~∆~ The moment we get back to the building, I can feel Natasha's anger. She's been silent during the ride, her grip on my arm tight enough to leave bruises, her red hair catching the streetlights. Now, standing outside my apartment door, she finally speaks. "That went perfectly," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction. "What went perfectly?" "The look on her face when she put it all together. When she realized that her precious fiancé had been fucking his neighbor's ex-girlfriend." Natasha's smile is disgusting. "Did you see how crushed she looked?"

Alexander stands beside her with his jaw set and his hand gripping her shoulder in a pose that screams solidarity and heartbreak. Behind them are the rest of the family. Camilia’s lips pursed in feigned sorrow, my father eyes cold and unreadable, and Gregory Westfield radiating smug satisfaction. I hit play. “I…” Natasha’s voice quivers, every syllable calculated for maximum effect. “I know what everyone must think of me,” she begins, dabbing delicately at her eyes. “That I’m the villain in this story. The other woman. The home-wrecker.” She pauses, letting her words hang in the air while soaking up the attention.

It had been a while since I had seen a slave act this way. "Rise," I said, not knowing her name, and she reluctantly got on her feet. I did not miss that she did not want to kneel but had no choice. "Her name is Natasha; isn't she a beauty?" Piotr asked me, and I nodded. Then he looked behind me as if searching for something. "Where is your werewolf mistress?" He asked enthusiastically. "I learned she is the daughter of the man that murdered your father. You are indeed a hard man," he said, and I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

Inside the room… "He is not normal," Natasha murmured as she removed her gown and slipped into the white dress. "He is definitely not normal. Who would do such a thing? I thought he was buying this dress for his fiancée, but he actually wanted me to wear it. I mean… uh…" She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I don’t even have words to describe him. He is unpredictable. He is arrogant. He is… schizophrenic? Uh… Why should I care? I need to find a way to get away from him." She picked up her purse and walked out, only to find Easton leaning against the wall next to the door with his head bowed.

Call it girlfriend, wife, as far as he's concerned, Natasha and all that entails her belongs to him. Soon, Dmitry left for Crying Sun. Two days later, after not hearing from Dmitry, Natasha had to search for Yuri but Yuri was also nowhere to be found. Naomi, her kid's nanny as well as her friend is suffering from an internal bleeding , that's a by product of how she was ruthlessly raped.

“But, from that day forward, I knew just how brave you are, big bro. How good-hearted and strong you are. Yet, look at our fates, Hunter, the ones suffering the most have to endure the worst of it all.” Her voice quivered with a mix of anger and sadness as she recounted the injustice they had both faced. “But I promise you, Hunter. I promise that I won’t let that man continue to rule over us any longer.” Determination coursed through her veins as she spoke, her young mind already formulating a plan to protect her beloved brother from their father’s cruelty. The bond between them, forged through shared pain, was unbreakable, and Natasha was determined to shield Hunter from any further harm.

I grabbed Natasha's hand, and she yanked it out of mine. “Natash, can we sit down and have a conversation?” Natasha had a seat on the sofa but kept plenty of distance between us. My palms were sweating, and my feet trembled. “I fucked up. Last night, while working overnight, I pulled a nineteen-year-old kid over on the side of the road. He flirted with me, and I had sex with him. That kid was Tristan, and the craziest thing about this is that I think I am falling in love with him.”