He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 90

In this chapter, the protagonist confronts David about a series of forged letters that have manipulated their relationship. David admits to having slept with married women before, which disgusts the protagonist. She realizes that someone has gone to great lengths to set David up to pursue her, including forging her handwriting and providing her exact dress measurements. This revelation leaves her filled with confusion and anger, as she grapples with the implications of being drugged and manipulated.

As she questions David further, he reveals that the letters instructed him to visit a dressmaker in neutral territory, providing the details for a dress that was made for her. This information sends her heart racing, prompting her to seek out the dressmaker named ‘Stitches in Time.’ David, now a victim himself, pleads for her to help him, and she promises to speak to Alpha Damon about his release, recognizing that he may have been used as a pawn in a larger scheme.

Upon arriving at the dressmaker’s shop, the protagonist is met with a warm atmosphere but is quickly confronted with a shocking revelation. The dressmaker mistakes her for Luna Lilith, revealing that the measurements he has are indeed Lilith’s. This connection ignites a sense of dread within her, as she realizes that Lilith, who has a history of poisoning her enemies, is likely behind the entire plot. The chapter culminates in a moment of clarity where the protagonist understands that the manipulation she has experienced is intricately tied to Lilith’s jealousy and cunning nature, marking a turning point in her quest for the truth.

“And you believed them?” I asked incredulously. “You believed that a Luna would risk everything for an affair with you?”

David at least had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept with a married woman,” he said. “You’d be surprised how many women are unhappy in their marriages, yearning for a single night with a young stag Alpha.”

Disgusted, I folded the letters and tucked them into my pocket. Someone had forged letters in my handwriting. Someone had orchestrated this entire situation, setting David up to pursue me, even going so far as to provide my exact measurements for a dress.

But who? And why?

And most of all… If David was telling the truth when he said he didn’t drug me, then who had?

I thought back to that night, to the few moments of clarity before the drugs fully took hold. David had offered me champagne, which I had refused. But later, he’d offered another glass, which I had accepted. In between those two moments, who else had access to the drink?

“Do you know anything else?” I asked. “Anything that might help me figure out who did this?”

David hesitated, then nodded. “The letters told me to go to a dressmaker in the neutral territory between our packs. As you can see, the measurements and details were provided in the last letter. All I had to do was pay for it.”

My heart was pounding now. “Where is this dressmaker?”

“It’s a small shop called ‘Stitches in Time‘ on the main road through the neutral zone,” David said.

I nodded and turned to leave, but David called after me.

“Luna, wait! What about me? Am I to stay in this cell forever?”

I paused, looking back at him. If he was telling the truth–and his confusion seemed genuine–then he was as much a victim in this as I was. Manipulated, set up, used as a pawn.

“I’ll speak to Alpha Damon,” I said. “If your story checks out, you’ll be released.”

I didn’t wait for his response–just hurried back up the stairs with my mind racing. Someone had gone to extraordinary lengths to put me in a compromising position with David. Someone who knew my handwriting well enough to forge it perfectly.

Someone who knew my exact measurements.

The list of people who fit that description was painfully short.

Two hours later, I was standing outside ‘Stitches in Time,‘ a quaint little shop with a weathered wooden sign swinging in the breeze. The bell above the door chimed softly as I pushed it open and stepped inside,

The shop was warm and smelled like fabric and beeswax. Bolts of cloth in every color imaginable lined the walls, and a large work table took up the center of the room, covered in patterns, pins, and scraps of material.

An old, hunched man looked up from behind a sewing machine as I entered. His eyes widened slightly behind round spectacles when he saw me.

“Luna Lilith,” he said, setting down his scissors and hurrying around the table. “What a pleasant surprise! I wasn’t expecting you today.”

I froze. “I’m not Lilith. I’m Luna Natalia of Ashumoor.”

The dressmaker blinked, then peered at me more closely and adjusted his glasses on his nose. “Oh! Forgive me, Luna. The resemblance is… well, it’s quite remarkable. You could be sisters.”

I swallowed hard, pushing down the sickness that I suddenly felt at the reminder. “I’m here about a dress you made recently. A green one, for the Moonshadow banquet.”

“Ah, yes,” the dressmaker said with a nod. “A beautiful piece, if I do say so myself. The young Alpha who commissioned it seemed quite pleased with the results.”

“I need to know who provided the measurements for that dress,” I said, pulling the sheet of paper from my pocket and placing it on the counter. “These measurements.”

The dressmaker studied the paper, then looked up at me with a puzzled expression. “Why, these are Luna Lilith’s measurements. I’ve been making her gowns for years, you see.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “Lilith’s? Are you certain?”

The dressmaker nodded. “Quite certain. I never forget a client’s measurements, especially one as particular as Luna Lilith. These are hers, down to the last centimeter. Which is why I was so surprised when I first saw you— you and Luna Lilith are so similar in appearance that you seem to have exactly the same measurements.

As the dressmaker spoke, the hard lump that had formed in my throat dropped down to my stomach like a piece

of coal.

Lilith. The letters. The dress.

A penchant for poisoning those who got in her way.

It was all too perfect to be a coincidence.

In the quiet aftermath of revelation, the weight of betrayal settled heavily on Luna Natalia’s shoulders. The realization that Lilith, her own kin, had orchestrated this elaborate deception shook her to the core. The threads of manipulation wove a tapestry of distrust that ensnared not only David but also her own sense of self. No longer was she merely a victim of circumstance; she was a player in a dangerous game of familial rivalry and dark ambition. As the pieces fell into place, the emotional turmoil within her surged—anger, sadness, and a fierce determination to reclaim her narrative. The world around her blurred, but one thing remained clear: she would no longer be a pawn in Lilith’s twisted schemes.

With newfound resolve, Luna stepped out of the dressmaker’s shop, the sun’s warmth contrasting the chill of betrayal that lingered in her heart. The confrontation with Lilith loomed ahead, a reckoning that would demand not just courage but also clarity of purpose. As she walked towards her destiny, the shadows of doubt began to dissipate, replaced by a fierce light of self-assertion. This was her life, her choices, and her power to reclaim. No longer would she allow others to dictate her path. With each step, she vowed to unravel the threads of deceit that had ensnared her, ready to face her sister and the darkness that had threatened to engulf her soul.

In the next chapter, the tension will reach a fever pitch as Luna Natalia grapples with the shocking revelation that ties her to the enigmatic Luna Lilith. With her heart racing and her mind swirling with questions, Natalia will delve deeper into the web of deception that has ensnared her. As she confronts the dressmaker, the stakes will escalate, forcing her to confront not only Lilith’s motivations but also the very real danger that lurks in the shadows. Will Natalia be able to uncover the truth behind the letters and the scheme that has sought to tarnish her reputation? Or will she find herself ensnared in a trap of Lilith’s making?

As the chapter unfolds, readers can expect a thrilling exploration of loyalty, betrayal, and the lengths one would go to reclaim their power. Natalia’s journey will take her beyond the quaint facade of ‘Stitches in Time’ and into the heart of the neutral territory, where alliances are tested, and secrets are revealed. With the clock ticking, will Natalia find the allies she needs to confront Lilith, or will she have to face her adversary alone? The tension between the two Lunas promises to ignite, leading to a confrontation that could change the balance of power between their packs forever. Prepare for unexpected twists and a revelation that could alter the course of Natalia’s destiny.

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.