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Natalia feels trapped as Andrei’s intense gaze pins her down, his wolf sensing something familiar about her. She is frozen with fear and unable to react when one of Andrei’s soldiers bursts in with news of a lead: a female lone wolf with an injured left hand, matching Natalia’s description, was treated by a healer north of the ravine outside Redpine. This confirmation unsettles Andrei, who immediately orders his teams to mobilize, though he does not look back at Natalia as he leaves.

After Andrei’s departure, Natalia feels a wave of relief, but Lilith’s tense presence fills the room with unease. Lilith vents her frustration, bitterly mocking Andrei’s obsession with Natalia, calling it fixation rather than fate. She paces angrily, revealing a raw and volatile side as she recalls how Andrei was supposed to have moved on and chosen her instead. Her anger escalates, causing her to break objects around the room in a furious outburst.

Amid the chaos, Lilith demands to speak with Marcus, seeking confirmation about Natalia’s fate. She refuses to accept that Natalia is dead, pointing out that Andrei’s relentless pursuit proves otherwise. Lilith’s words reveal that the night Natalia nearly died in a car accident was no accident to her, and she resents the lingering mate bond that prevents Andrei from fully accepting her as Luna.

The chapter ends with Lilith lamenting the canceled engagement party and the broken future she envisioned with Andrei. Despite the outward appearance of control, Lilith’s bitterness and desperation underscore the deep emotional conflict between her, Andrei, and the shadow of Natalia’s survival that haunts them all.

Chapter 12

NATALIA

This 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,

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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. His expression changed in an instant.

“Get the truck ready,” he ordered. “I want every scout team moving. If she’s there”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t even glance back at me as he stormed out, snapping instructions as he went.

The air he left behind was hot with energy. My body sagged with relief.

Behind me, Lilith let out a long, audible exhale–a sound far too measured to be calming. It was the kind of breath someone took to hold back something sharp. Something dangerous. The hair on the back of my neck prickled.

“He’s never going to let this go,” she muttered.

I bent lower over the desk, clutching the feather duster like it was a weapon instead of a prop. My fingers trembled. I moved it across the surface with unnecessary care, tracing the same spot again and again.

Lilith didn’t seem to care that I was still in the room. Or maybe she did. Maybe that was the point.

“Always chasing her,” she scoffed. “Like some tragic little legend. ‘I feel her,“” she mimicked in a high, breathy

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falsetto. “She’s close.“” Her voice dropped, poisoned with scorn. “Of course you do, darling. That’s not fate. That’s fixation.”

She paced.

Not graceful, not elegant. Not the cool, poised version of herself she showed the world.

She stalked across the rug, then turned on her heel and crossed the room again, muttering, “He was supposed to be over this. He chose me.‘

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A photo frame clattered to the ground behind me–glass striking wood with a hollow, snapping sound. I didn’t turn. Didn’t even flinch.

“I have been patient enough!” she snapped.

Her footsteps grew louder, more erratic. She kicked something else—maybe a stool or waste bin. It struck the wall with a metallic clang.

Then a sharp, brittle crack–the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. I turned slightly, just enough to see a crystal tumbler smashed against the hearthstone, whiskey dripping down the carved stone like blood.

“I gave him everything!” Lilith roared, her composure fracturing. “And he still clings to the idea of her! She’s nothing but a shadow–an accident! And yet he walks around like he’s haunted!”

She grabbed another object–something heavy and hurled it across the room. It struck the far wall with a deep, shuddering thud.

I dropped my eyes to the desk, breathing carefully through my nose.

Then, amid the rubble and fury, a shift.

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The sudden silence was louder than the crashing. I heard the slick drag of her fingertip across her phone screen. Then the soft, deliberate chime of her lock screen disengaging.

“Get me Marcus,” she snapped.

There was a pause as the call connected. I remained quiet, dusting the bookshelf, heart hammering in my ribs.

“I don’t care what you told me last time,” she said. “If you told me she was dead, then why is he still chasing her?”

Another pause.

“No, I don’t want to wait. I want confirmation. You said she wouldn’t survive. You said her wolf was too weak. But she’s alive. He can feel it.”

I squeezed the edge of the shelf to keep from shaking.

She was talking about the night I almost died.

The car running me off the road.

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I had always believed it was an accident. Or at worst–an opportunistic attack from one of the enemy factions.

I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt.

“She’s still out there,” Lilith whispered. “And he knows it. That damned mate bond won’t break unless she’s dead. And until it does, I’ll never be Luna. Not really.”

I reached for the baseboard to steady myself. My whole body felt cold.

“Andrei canceled the engagement party,” she said, her voice rising again. “I had the invitations printed. The seamstress delivered my gown. But he pushed it. Again.”

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The chapter closes on a tense and raw moment, where the weight of past wounds and unresolved bonds hangs heavy in the air. Natalia’s presence is a silent yet powerful force, stirring deep emotions in those around her, especially Andrei and Lilith. Their struggles reveal the complexity of love entangled with pain, jealousy, and the relentless grip of fate. The fragile balance between hope and despair is palpable, underscoring the theme of connection that transcends absence and time.

Despite the turmoil, there is an undercurrent of longing and the unbreakable thread that ties Andrei to Natalia, a bond neither distance nor doubt can sever. Lilith’s frustration and vulnerability add a poignant layer to the story, illustrating how love can both heal and wound. The chapter leaves us suspended in this emotional storm, reminding us that some doors, once opened, lead us back to the soul’s deepest truths.

The next chapter promises to deepen the emotional turmoil simmering beneath the surface, as Andrei’s relentless pursuit of Natalia intensifies. With the discovery of a lead on her whereabouts, the stakes are raised—not just for Natalia’s safety, but for the fragile balance of power and trust within their circle. The tension between Andrei and Lilith is palpable, and her simmering resentment hints at cracks that could widen into something far more dangerous.

Expect a closer look at the complex web of loyalty, obsession, and heartbreak that binds these characters. Natalia’s vulnerability contrasts sharply with Lilith’s growing desperation, setting the stage for conflicts that are as much about the heart as they are about survival. The next chapter will pull you deeper into their world, where every whispered secret and unspoken fear could change everything.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.