Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 90

“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.

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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.”

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