He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 38

The narrator confronts Andrei with a painful truth, declaring her love for Damon and dismissing her past relationship with Andrei as fake. Andrei reacts with shock and anger, refusing to believe her and accusing her of lying. Their tense exchange is interrupted by Damon, who arrives and demands Andrei to back off, asserting his claim over the narrator.

The brothers quickly escalate their confrontation into a physical fight, transforming into their wolf forms. Andrei’s larger size gives him an advantage, and the battle becomes violent and bloody. The narrator feels a mix of fear and conflicted excitement but knows the situation is dangerous and spiraling out of control.

Despite Damon’s speed and determination, Andrei’s strength and experience dominate the fight. As Andrei gains the upper hand, pinning Damon and preparing to deliver a fatal bite, the narrator impulsively intervenes. She throws herself between the two wolves, pleading for them to stop and risking her own safety to prevent further harm.

Finally, I forced myself to meet his gaze. “I love Damon,” I said slowly, clearly. “I love him far more than I ever loved you. What we have is real, Andrei. What you and I had was the fake relationship.”

He flinched like I’d slapped him across the face. For a second, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that pain flashed across his features before anger replaced it.

“You’re lying,” he growled.

“Damon respects me, values my opinions. He doesn’t treat me like a possession to be used and—

“Natalia?”

We both turned at the sound of Damon’s voice. He emerged from the trees, taking in the scene–Andrei standing too close to me, my back still pressed against the tree, both of us breathing heavily.

Damon’s entire body went rigid as he snapped his gaze to Andrei. “Get away from her.”

“Or what?” Andrei turned to face his brother. “You’ll challenge me? We both know how that would end.”

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“I said,” Damon stepped forward, his claws already extending, “get away from my mate.”

Andrei laughed. “Your mate? She doesn’t even bear your mark. Five years together and you haven’t claimed her. What kind of Alpha does that make you?”

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Damon scoffed. “Besides, I respect her wishes. Which is something you

never did.”

“Is that what you call it? Respect? Or are you just too weak to claim what’s yours?”

“Stop it,” I said weakly, but neither of them heard me. They were circling each other now. I could practically smell the testosterone in the air. Onyx bristled slightly inside of me, a little part of myself excited to see two males fight over me. But I shoved her back down. This was getting dangerous. Too dangerous.

“She was mine first,” Andrei said. “She’ll always be mine.

“She chose to leave you,” Damon shot back. “She chose me.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just happen to be convenient when she needed someone to hide behind?”

Andrei’s words hit their mark. Damon lunged.

The shift happened mid–leap. Damon’s male form turned into a mass of dark gray fur and green eyes, and Andrei returned to his inky blackness with those eerily similar eyes glaring at his brother.

The two brothers crashed together before I could even react.

Andrei’s size gave him an immediate advantage. He bowled Damon over, pinning him briefly before Damon twisted free. They separated, circling again, looking for openings. Blood already spotted the forest floor, although

I couldn’t tell which wolf it belonged to.

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“Stop!” I said, louder now, but they weren’t listening.

Damon darted in, aiming for Andrei’s throat, but Andrei saw it coming. He caught Damon mid–leap, using his momentum to slam him into the ground. The impact made me gasp, and Damon yelped in pain.

But he rolled to his feet, shaking off the blow. They clashed again, and again, and again. Andrei’s jaws snapped inches from Damon’s neck. Damon’s claws raked across Andrei’s flank, drawing more blood.

Despite Damon’s speed and determination, it was becoming clear who would win. Andrei wasn’t just bigger–he was stronger, more experienced. Each time they engaged, Damon came away worse for it.

Finally, Andrei managed to get Damon on his back, his massive black paws pinning him down. His jaws opened, aiming for Damon’s exposed throat. One bite and it would be over.

I didn’t think. I just moved.

I threw myself between them, my arms spread wide, putting my fragile body directly in the path of Andrei’s killing blow.

“Stop!” I cried.

The raw intensity of the confrontation left us all breathless, the air thick with unspoken pain and fierce loyalty. In that moment, I realized how deeply the past and present were intertwined, how love and resentment could coexist in the same space, tearing at the fragile threads that bind us. Though the fight was brutal, it was also a desperate plea for recognition, a battle not just of strength but of hearts yearning to be understood.

Standing between them, I felt the weight of my choices and the power they held over these two men who once meant everything to me. It was a moment of truth, where the past could no longer dictate the future, and where love demanded courage and clarity. In the silence that followed, I knew that no matter the scars or the pain, I had claimed my own path—and with it, the hope of healing and peace.

The tension that has been simmering beneath the surface finally erupts in a way that threatens to change everything. As Damon and Andrei confront each other with raw emotion and primal force, the lines between love, loyalty, and power blur. The protagonist’s brave intervention adds a new layer of complexity—will her courage be enough to halt the violence, or will it only deepen the rift between the brothers? The emotional stakes have never been higher, and every word and action feels charged with irreversible consequences.

In the next chapter, expect the aftermath of this explosive confrontation to unfold in unexpected ways. The characters’ relationships will be tested as secrets come to light and true intentions are revealed. The protagonist’s feelings and choices will be at the heart of the storm, forcing her to confront what she truly wants and who she can trust. Prepare for a mix of heart-wrenching decisions and fierce determination as the story hurtles toward a pivotal turning point.

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.