Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 348

Natalia’s POV

The morning after I sent the letter to Bloodmoon, I received several responses of my own. But these ones were not from David–no, the three letters I received had actually come from the Lunas I had previously reached out to

before.

Luna Ellen of Oakshield.

Luna Meg of Green Ridge.

And Luna Catherine of Aspen.

I hadn’t spoken to any of those Lunas in such a long time, Ellen not at all–and the last time I had seen Catherine was during the charity fashion show, which everyone from here to the edge of the territories remembered as being a disaster that was at least half my fault.

My heart pounded as I opened the letters, but to my utter surprise and relief, the Lunas agreed to meet on the proposed day I’d written about.

Three days later, I still hadn’t received a response from David–hell, I wasn’t even sure if he received my letter, if he was even still alive, or if my messenger was still alive for that matter–but my mind was elsewhere. I was too busy preparing for the meeting to think about anything else.

Andrei offered to attend the meeting, but I insisted on doing it alone. This was a matter between women–I wanted to keep it that way, especially if I was going to become the Luna of Moonshadow again someday.

No more hiding behind my husband, fake or otherwise. No more skimping on my duties because of my own fear. I wanted to speak to the Lunas on my own, woman to woman, and come to a decision in that regard.

Before the meeting, I carefully prepared the conference room. I set out nametags for the seats even though there would only be four of us, had the staff bring coffee, and even prepared an entire binder of talking points.

I needed everything to be perfect. I needed to convince these women to work with us. After what I had learned about those rubies, it was either that, or we would all fucking die in horrific ways.

Obviously, I couldn’t let that happen.

The Lunas arrived exactly on time, their cars pulling through the gates at eleven fifty–eight on the dot. They’d apparently brought entire entourages of warriors, which came as no surprise.

The three Lunas got out of their vehicles, flanked by their warriors, and stood waiting for me at the end of the drive. Catherine was exactly as I remembered her: beautiful and regal, wearing a pure white shawl that made her look even more wintry in the cold landscape.

I’d never met Ellen in person before, but she had a ruddy, kind face and wore a practical fur–lined coat. She was wringing her hands nervously as I approached.

Meg I had last seen at the Green Ridge merger, my first venture out of Ashmoor in five years, and she looked just as no nonsense as before, although the war had apparently made her even more so. She had her arms folded across her chest and almost looked a little impatient, although not in an unkind way, and was dressed in leathers–not a luxurious gown like the last time I’d seen her.

“How are the roads?” I asked by way of greeting, my skirt fluttering around my legs in the breeze as I made my way to where the three Lunas were standing. “I haven’t traveled personally in a few weeks, but last time I did, it wasn’t pretty.”

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Chapter 341

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