He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 94

In Chapter 94, Emily offers Natalia a moment of understanding, acknowledging the kindness Natalia has shown to her family over the years despite the complicated history with Andrei. Natalia feels a mix of gratitude and guilt, recognizing that her past choices, influenced by substance use, have led to a tangled web of emotions and relationships. Emily advises her to mend fences with others, prompting Natalia to confront her own actions and the need for honesty.

Driven by a sudden clarity, Natalia decides to take charge of the situation. She orders drinks for everyone at the bar, signaling her intention to address the crowd. Climbing onto a table, she gathers her courage and introduces herself as Natalia, revealing her true identity as the former Luna of the Moonshadow Pack and the wife of Alpha Andrei. The room reacts with shock as she explains the reasons behind her faked death and her new life as Mira in Ashmoor.

As she continues, Natalia emphasizes the authenticity of her actions in the community, assuring everyone that her dedication and love for the pack were genuine, regardless of her alias. She seeks forgiveness for her deception, promising to serve the pack with the same commitment moving forward. The atmosphere shifts as her heartfelt confession resonates with the crowd, leading to a collective toast to Luna Natalia, which brings a wave of relief and acceptance.

In the midst of the celebration, Natalia’s eyes meet Andrei’s, stirring a mix of emotions within her. Their connection hints at something deeper, moving beyond manipulation to a potential rekindling of feelings. As Andrei raises his cup towards her, a new chapter of understanding and possibility begins to unfold, leaving Natalia to wonder about the true nature of their past and what the future may hold.

**Chapter 94**

“It always is,” Emily replied, her eyes softening with a hint of understanding. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel, her movements deliberate as she prepared to step away. “Look, I can’t pretend to comprehend what transpired between you two. But I want you to know that for the past five years, you’ve shown kindness to us. You’ve been good to my mother. So, I won’t hold this against you more than I absolutely have to.”

“Thanks, Emily. That truly means a lot to me,” I responded, my voice barely above a whisper, feeling the weight of her words settle in my chest.

She shrugged nonchalantly, making her way toward the door. “I can’t speak for everyone else, though. You might want to think about doing something to smooth things over with them. A little charm can go a long way.”

With that, she slipped out, leaving me standing there, alone with my thoughts. I bit my lip, feeling the tension coil tightly in my stomach. She was right, of course; I couldn’t just drop a truth bomb like that without preparing the ground first. If only I hadn’t been under the influence when I made my choices, I might have crafted a more heartfelt moment—perhaps organized a picnic or hosted a dinner party, anything to cushion the impact of my revelation…

But then again, would I have even had the courage to do it without the drugs? Probably not. And as for my night with Andrei, I couldn’t quite pin down whether the substances had played a role in that. Maybe I was just a colossal mess, navigating through a fog of confusion and regret.

At that moment, clarity struck me like a lightning bolt. I pushed through the door and strode purposefully toward the bar. “A round for everyone,” I declared to the bartender, slapping a stack of cash onto the counter. “It’s on me.”

The bartender raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but nodded and began reaching for the bottles. I turned to face the room, which had quieted at my arrival, all eyes drawn to me.

Before I could second-guess myself, I climbed onto a nearby empty table, my heart racing as I surveyed the crowd before me.

“I owe you all an explanation,” I called out, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. “And an apology.”

Every gaze in the room was fixed on me now, including Andrei’s. He quickly averted his eyes when I met his gaze, but I felt the weight of his presence nonetheless.

“My name is Natalia. Five years ago, I was the Luna of the Moonshadow Pack,” I gestured toward Andrei, my heart pounding. “And the wife of Alpha Andrei.”

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, the tension palpable. I inhaled deeply, gathering my courage.

“I faked my death and came here, to Ashmoor, where Alpha Damon took me in and granted me a new identity. For the last five years, I’ve been living as Mira.” My throat tightened as I continued, “I lied about my name, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

The tavern fell silent, the weight of my confession hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“But everything else was genuine,” I pressed on, my voice gaining strength. “Every time I helped you, every dispute I mediated, every feast I organized, and every celebration I attended—that was all me. That was real. Perhaps Mira was merely an alias, a name I hid behind. But in my heart, Mira existed and still exists. She embodies the kind of Luna Ashmoor deserves—dedicated, loyal, loving. And she’s not vanished just because you now know my birth name.”

I felt my voice tremble slightly, and I cleared my throat, warmth creeping into my cheeks.

“I can’t rewrite the past or undo the lie I told. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness and promise that from this moment forward, you will know me by my true name. But I also vow to continue serving this pack with the same dedication and love I’ve always shown. Because Ashmoor is my home. You are my people. And that has never been a lie.”

For a heartbeat, the room was enveloped in silence, the weight of my words sinking in. Then, from the back of the room, someone raised their glass high.

Others joined in, slowly at first, then with growing enthusiasm. Emily, too, lifted her cup, and even Damon smiled, nodding in approval.

“To Luna Natalia!” someone shouted, their voice ringing clear.

“To Luna Natalia!” the crowd echoed, their cups raised high in unison.

A wave of relief washed over me, and I glanced at Damon, who was beaming with pride. But my gaze was inevitably drawn to Andrei…

For a fleeting moment, as his green eyes locked onto mine, I was transported back to that fateful night of the banquet. And for just a heartbeat, I wondered…

What if it hadn’t been mere manipulation after all?

I couldn’t be certain, but as our eyes met across the crowded tavern, something shifted in Andrei’s expression. It wasn’t desire or a ploy this time; it was something softer, something more tender. Something I couldn’t quite name.

Then, slowly, he raised his cup just a fraction in my direction and took a sip.

In that moment, the air around me felt charged with possibility, as if the very fabric of our shared history was beginning to weave itself anew. My heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and hope, the weight of my past finally lifting as acceptance washed over the room. I had laid bare my truth, and the response was not one of anger or betrayal, but of unity and understanding. The echoes of “To Luna Natalia!” reverberated in my ears, a chorus of forgiveness that signaled a new chapter for us all. I felt the warmth of belonging wrap around me like a comforting embrace, reminding me that while my past choices had shaped me, they did not define my future.

As I caught Andrei’s eye once more, a flicker of something profound passed between us—an unspoken acknowledgment of our shared pain and the potential for healing. The journey ahead would not be easy, but I was ready to face it head-on, alongside my pack. With every cheer, every raised glass, I recognized that I was not just reclaiming my identity; I was also embracing the love and loyalty that had blossomed in Ashmoor. In that crowded tavern, surrounded by those who had become my family, I understood that I was finally home, and together, we would forge a path forward, one filled with honesty, connection, and the promise of brighter days ahead.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**

As the cheers of “To Luna Natalia!” echo throughout the tavern, the atmosphere shifts dramatically, setting the stage for a whirlwind of emotions and revelations. Natalia’s bold declaration has not only redefined her identity but also ignited a flicker of hope for reconciliation with her past. In the next chapter, readers can expect to delve deeper into the complexities of her relationship with Andrei, as the unspoken tension between them lingers like a charged current. Will their shared history pull them together, or will the shadows of betrayal and mistrust keep them apart?

Moreover, with the pack now aware of Natalia’s true identity, the dynamics within Ashmoor are bound to change. How will the other members react to her confession beyond the initial cheers? Will they embrace her fully, or will doubts and suspicions arise, testing her resolve to serve them as their Luna? Expect confrontations, heartfelt discussions, and perhaps even unexpected alliances as Natalia navigates the delicate balance of her past and present. As she attempts to forge a path forward, the stakes are higher than ever, and the choices she makes could either solidify her place in Ashmoor or unravel everything she’s fought to build.

Through it all, the haunting question remains: Can Natalia truly reconcile her past with her present, and what role will Andrei play in her journey? As the chapter unfolds, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover whether love can blossom from the ashes of betrayal or if the weight of history will prove too heavy to bear.

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.