He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 66

In Chapter 66 of “He Knows the Door to My Soul,” Natalia grapples with her anxiety about returning to Moonshadow, the pack house that once felt like home but now looms as a reminder of past betrayals. Despite Damon’s concern for her well-being, she insists on attending a banquet to maintain their fragile alliance, believing it is crucial for their future and that of their twins. This determination reveals her strength but also her underlying dread, as she prepares to face the very people who conspired against her.

The morning of the banquet brings an unexpected surprise: a stunning emerald gown, presumably chosen by Damon, which lifts Natalia’s spirits. The beauty of the dress symbolizes hope and connection, reminding her that despite their recent tensions, Damon still cares for her. As she prepares for the evening, her thoughts turn to how she might express her gratitude to him, planning a special dinner for their family. This desire for normalcy amidst chaos highlights her longing for stability and love in a tumultuous time.

As she spends time with her twins, their innocent questions reveal her struggle to balance her responsibilities as a mother with the demands of her current life. The children’s disappointment at not being able to join her for the adult dinner adds to her emotional turmoil, making her acutely aware of the sacrifices she is making. The interactions with Max and Jane showcase her deep love for them, yet also the pain of knowing they cannot fully understand the complexities of her situation.

The chapter culminates in a poignant moment as Grace helps Natalia into the gown, providing a sense of camaraderie and support. Their conversation reveals Grace’s genuine affection for the twins and her complicated feelings for Damon, further enriching the narrative’s emotional landscape. When Natalia finally sees herself in the mirror, she feels a flicker of hope and beauty, setting the stage for the evening ahead. As she and Damon leave for the banquet, the mix of excitement and trepidation captures the essence of her internal conflict, blending anticipation with the weight of her past.

**He Knows the Door to My Soul**

**Chapter 66**

**Natalia**

“We really don’t have to go, you know,” Damon said, his expression serious as he met my gaze. “You’ve been through a lot lately. If this feels overwhelming—”

I interrupted him, shaking my head firmly. “No. We should go.” The prospect of returning to the house that had once been my sanctuary, the grand mansion I had envisioned as my forever home, filled me not with excitement, but with a heavy dread. Not after all that had transpired.

Yet, the alliance we were forging was still in its infancy, fragile and tentative, and maintaining appearances was crucial.

“I committed to this when I suggested the alliance,” I reminded him, tossing the glossy invitation onto the kitchen counter with a flick of my wrist. “This is how we secure our future—and the twins’. By showing unity and playing nice.”

Damon’s brow furrowed, and I could see the internal conflict warring within him. He hesitated, his skepticism evident, but ultimately, he nodded. “Very well. We’ll go. But if anything strange happens, like at the hunt, we’re out of there immediately.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied, giving his shoulder a reassuring pat as I brushed past him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m utterly exhausted and in desperate need of a shower after today.”

With that, I retreated to my bedroom, and by the following morning, we had sent our acceptance.

As the days ticked by, I found myself increasingly anxious about returning to Moonshadow. The pack house that had once been a source of comfort now felt like a cage. It was the very place where Andrei and Lilith had conspired against me, and where my ex-husband still wielded power.

The morning of the banquet arrived, and I woke before dawn. The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I stretched, mentally bracing myself for the evening that lay ahead.

That’s when I spotted it—a large white box perched on the armchair by the window. A frown creased my forehead; it hadn’t been there when I went to bed.

Curiosity piqued, I slipped out from the covers and padded across the wooden floor, the coolness of the boards sending a shiver up my spine. The box was elegantly wrapped, tied with a silky ribbon, and bore no note or card. With trembling fingers, I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the contents.

Inside was perhaps the most exquisite gown I had ever laid eyes on. The deep emerald green fabric reminded me of pine needles glistening with dew in winter, adorned with delicate silver embroidery along the sweetheart neckline and hem. The luxurious silk felt rich and soft against my fingertips, a clear indication of its high price tag.

I lifted the gown from the box, holding it up to the light, and couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty. It was elegant without being flashy, the kind of dress that would make a statement without demanding attention. I could already envision how it would hug my curves perfectly.

Damon must have chosen this for me. The thought brought a smile to my lips. Despite the tension that had recently brewed between us, he still cared enough to ensure I looked and felt my best for this daunting evening.

I gently laid the dress across the bed and headed to the shower, my mood significantly brighter than it had been the night before.

As I scrubbed, shaved, and shampooed, an idea blossomed in my mind: I should do something special to thank him—perhaps prepare a lovely dinner for us and the twins.

A semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos, a simple family dinner… That would be a lovely treat for all of us, I decided.

After my shower, I spent some quality time with the twins, helping them with breakfast while Grace tidied up the kitchen. Max was particularly curious that morning, bombarding me with questions that ranged from why the sky was blue to whether wolves could indulge in ice cream.

“Mommy, are you and Daddy going somewhere tonight?” Jane asked, syrup dribbling down her chin as she took a big bite of her waffle.

“Yes, sweetheart. We have to attend a dinner with some other adults,” I explained, wiping the sticky syrup from her face with a napkin. “Grace will be here with you.”

The twins exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions shifting. “We can’t come?” Jane whimpered, her lower lip quivering as if she were on the verge of tears.

My heart ached as I brushed a stray hair from her syrup-sticky face. “No, darling. It’s for adults only.”

“You’ve been saying that a lot lately,” Max muttered, his fork stabbing a piece of waffle with perhaps more force than necessary.

Yes, I had been. And I knew it wouldn’t change anytime soon. “You’ll both understand when you’re older,” I replied gently.

“But Mommy—”

“No ‘buts,’ little man.” I ruffled Max’s dark curls, so reminiscent of his father’s, and it stung a little. I could pretend he looked more like Damon, but the comparison brought a pang of pain, knowing I could never return the love he held for me in the same way.

Max’s eyes darkened, but Jane let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay… Will you be home to tuck us in?”

My heart squeezed at the hopeful glimmer in her eyes. “I’ll try, sweetheart. But if I’m not back in time, Grace will tuck you in. And I promise to come and kiss you goodnight when I return, even if you’re already asleep.”

This seemed to satisfy her, and she nodded solemnly, returning to her breakfast. Max, on the other hand, continued to sulk.

After breakfast, I helped the twins get dressed for the day. Just as we were finishing up, Grace appeared in the doorway.

“The twins and I are going to the park today,” she announced, her voice bright. “If that’s alright with you, Luna.”

“Of course. Just bring some extra guards with you,” I replied, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of that rogue male sneaking around our home. “After what happened the other day…”

“I understand,” Grace said, her voice softening. When I looked into her eyes, I was taken aback to see the same kind of pain reflected back at me. We all felt violated on behalf of those poor girls. The rogue had yet to spill any information, but I found it hard to believe he had managed to steal an Ashmoor uniform and infiltrate our pack house without assistance.

Once the twins were off with Grace, I retreated to my bedroom to begin my preparations. Although the banquet wasn’t until evening, I wanted to take my time, to fortify myself for the night ahead.

I was just finishing my hair when I heard the front door open and close, followed by the excited voices of the twins returning from the park.

A smile crept onto my face as I went to greet them, but I was intercepted by Grace in the hallway.

“Luna,” she said, slightly breathless. “The twins are washing up for dinner. I thought you might need help with your dress.”

“Actually, I could use a hand with the corset,” I admitted, feeling a bit vulnerable. “Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

We made our way back to my bedroom, where the emerald gown still lay across the bed, waiting patiently. Grace helped me into it, her fingers deftly working the laces of the corset.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly, her eyes lighting up. “The color suits you perfectly.”

“Thank you,” I replied, watching her in the mirror as she expertly tightened the laces. “And thank you, Grace. For everything you’ve done for us. For the twins.”

Her gaze met mine in the mirror, and I could see sincerity shining in her eyes. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Is it?” I turned to face her, causing her to pause momentarily in her task. “I’ve always wondered… Why did you agree to become our nanny? Especially considering your feelings for Damon.”

Grace’s cheeks flushed, but she held my gaze. “Is it that obvious?”

“Only to someone who’s paying attention.”

She sighed, resuming her work on the laces. “I won’t lie to you. Yes, part of me took this position to be closer to Damon.” Her fingers pulled the laces tight, and I inhaled sharply at the sudden pressure. “But that’s not the only reason. I genuinely love those children. They’re bright, kind, and so full of life. I would never allow any harm to come to them.”

I studied her face, searching for any hint of deception, but found none. She was being truthful.

Before I could formulate a response, she finished tying the laces and stepped back. “There. All done.”

I turned to examine myself in the full-length mirror. The dress fit like a glove, just as I had hoped. The rich emerald hue made my hazel eyes appear almost golden, and the silver embroidery shimmered with every slight movement I made.

“Wow,” Grace breathed, her eyes wide with admiration. “You look stunning.”

I couldn’t help but agree. Damon had truly outdone himself with this gift.

After expressing my gratitude to Grace once more, it was time to leave. I slipped on my shoes—a simple pair of strappy silver heels—and grabbed my clutch, then made my way downstairs where Damon awaited me.

He looked dashing in his tailored black suit, a silver tie adding a touch of flair. When he turned to see me, his eyes widened, and a slow, genuine smile spread across his face.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his gaze appreciating the emerald gown.

“Thank you,” I replied, holding my breath, waiting for him to acknowledge the dress, to mention his thoughtful gift. A hint, a wink, anything…

But he simply offered me his arm, still smiling. “Ready to face the wolves?”

I frowned slightly, perplexed. Was he really not going to mention it? Perhaps he was simply trying to keep the surprise under wraps.

I nodded and took his arm, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

And with that, we stepped out of the house, embracing the cool evening air as we made our way to the waiting car that would transport us to Moonshadow.

As we drove toward Moonshadow, I felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. The anticipation of facing my past weighed heavily on my heart, but the beautiful gown Damon had gifted me served as a reminder of his unwavering support. Though the shadows of betrayal and heartache loomed large, I found solace in the knowledge that we were forging a new alliance—one built on trust and understanding. The warmth of Damon’s arm around mine provided a sense of security, a tether to the present as we prepared to confront the ghosts of our shared history. I took a deep breath, focusing on the strength that had propelled me this far, determined to reclaim my identity and protect my children.

Arriving at the pack house, I felt the familiar chill of apprehension creep up my spine, but I was no longer the timid woman who had once been ensnared by fear. Instead, I was a mother, a partner, and a fighter. With Damon by my side, I was ready to face whatever lay ahead. The evening promised challenges, but also the potential for healing and unity. As we stepped into the grand hall, I glanced at Damon, whose reassuring smile mirrored my own resolve. Together, we would navigate this tumultuous world, and perhaps, in doing so, I would finally find the strength to open the door to my soul once more, embracing both the light and the darkness that came with it.

In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Natalia and Damon arrive at the Moonshadow banquet. The once-familiar walls of the pack house will feel even more oppressive, a stark reminder of past betrayals and lingering threats. As they navigate the social intricacies of the evening, the stakes will rise, and the fragile alliance they’ve built will be put to the test. Will their united front withstand the scrutiny of the pack, or will hidden agendas and old rivalries threaten to unravel everything they’ve fought for?

Moreover, the mysterious gift of the emerald gown will play a pivotal role in the unfolding drama. As Natalia dons the stunning dress, it will not only transform her appearance but also serve as a symbol of her evolving identity and her determination to reclaim her place within the pack. However, the evening promises unexpected encounters with figures from her past, including Andrei and Lilith, who may have their own plans for Natalia and her family. With the specter of danger looming, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering if Natalia can maintain her composure and protect her loved ones amidst the chaos that is sure to ensue.

Get ready for a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and perhaps even a confrontation that could change the course of Natalia’s life forever. As the banquet unfolds, secrets will be revealed, alliances will be tested, and the true nature of loyalty will come into question. What will happen when the wolves gather? Will Natalia find the strength to face her past, or will she succumb to the shadows that threaten to consume her?

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.