Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163 The Price Of A Soul

Chapter 163 The Price Of A Soul

Jensen’s POV

The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

Could she truly not be Natalie?

I searched her for any sign of the girl I had known.

My Natalie was a ray of sunshine.

But this woman… this woman was just different.

Her aura was completely off.

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The way she sat, the way she spoke, the way she looked at me with that detachment – it was all wrong.

And yet, those eyes.

Even stripped of every ounce of warmth, they were unmistakable.

Then, my eyes fell back on the ring.

It dangled from the chain of her mask.

Heat surged in my chest again as the memories flooded back.

I didn’t care about the people outside… I only cared about the woman who was trying to lie to my face.

“Natalie.” I rasped, my voice raw with emotions.

“I know you blame me. I know what happened in that warehouse… I know the fire changed everything. If you don’t want to forgive me, that’s fine. I’ll spend every day of the rest of my life earning that forgiveness. I’ll do anything but don’t sit there and lie to me, Admit who you

are.”

Heaned closer, my gaze fixed on the ring.

“If you’re not my Natalie, then why are you still carrying that ring on your mask? That was our token of love. You kept it through the flames. You kept it for five years. Tell me why, if I’m a stranger to you.”

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“Oh, this?”

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Natalie slowly slipped off her glove, revealing a hand that was pale, elegant, and entirely unmarred by the scars I expected.

Her long, slender fingers brushed the ring lightly before her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I picked it up,” she said, her voice almost amused.

“I found it in a boutique that specializes in found objects from the South. I thought it was pretty in a tragic sort of way… there’s a kind of

broken, don’t you think? It has character. So I ctured beauty to something burned and

She looked at me, her head tilted in mock curiosity.

it.”

“Why? Was this yours, Alpha Jensen? My apologies; I assumed it was ownerless, I had no idea the Alpha of the Nightfang was

Sentimental about a piece of charred metal.”

Before I could find the words

*** strike back, she turned to the enforcer standing behind her.

“Chris, make sure you transfer the Alpha some money later… A generous amount. Consider the ring something I bought from his collection. I don’t like being in debt to strangers.”

My chest tightened.

Bought.

Five years… reduced to currency.

“Yes, miss.”

The lead enforcer – Chris bowed his head in deference, his eyes never leaving me.

The mockery in the gesture was like a slap across my face.

My expression froze.

The air in my lungs felt like lead.

“How can you measure this ring with money?” I hissed. “That ring was a promise! It was a bond!”

“And what else, Alpha Jensen?” she asked, her voice turning sharp. “Do you want it back? If it’s truly that precious to you, then by all means… take it.”

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With a casual, dismissive flick of her fingers, she tugged the ring free from the chain.

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It fell onto the marble tabletop with a dull clink, spinning for a second before settling between us like a coin.

“There. Satisfied? Surely this isn’t why you asked me here today… to argue over a worthless ring?”

Her gaze remained calm, I stared at her face, desperate to find even the faintest trace of the past in her eyes, anything that proved the girl I loved was still buried beneath the pretense.

But there was nothing,

It felt as if something were lodged in my throat, something I just couldn’t swallow.

My wolf, Cairn, was silent now, his head bowed in a confusion that mirrored my own.

“Why won’t she acknowledge me?‘

It had to be the fire.

Yes.

The trauma must have been so deep that she had built this persona as a shield.

She was punishing me.

Yes… my Natalie was punishing me.

She wanted me to feel it.

To feel what she had felt.

Abandoned.

A bitter, twisted relief settled in my chest.

Good.

That meant she still cared enough to hurt me.

I forced myself to breathe.

I had to find a different way in.

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