The Alpha’s Forgotten Bride
He vowed to love her forever.
Then forgot she ever existed.
After surviving a coup that left him broken and bloodied, Alpha Rowan Blackthorne awoke with a shattered memory— and no trace of the bride he’d married in secret days before. The council claimed she died in the chaos. He believed them.
But three years later, a mysterious woman storms back into his life, demanding his blood to save a sick child. A child with Rowan’s silver eyes. A woman who feels achingly familiar… and maddeningly out of reach.
Calla has spent years hiding among humans, raising the son the Alpha forgot. She’s built a new life, buried her past, and vowed never to return. But when her child’s life is on the line, she has no choice but to face the man who once called her his mate—and abandoned her without a second glance.
Rowan doesn’t remember her. But his wolf does. And the deeper he digs into the truth, the more dangerous it becomes—for them both.
Because the same enemies who tried to erase Calla once…
Are ready to finish the job.
Revenge. Redemption. A bond that refuses to break.
She’s the bride he lost.
He’s the Alpha she won’t forgive.
But fate has other plans.
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Chapter: Chapter 46: Urge To Ptotect(Rowan’s POV)The room was dim, the fireplace burning low, casting soft shadows across the stone walls of my chamber. Knox was sprawled on the opposite couch, a glass of aged amber in his hand and a tired but amused expression on his face. I, on the other hand, stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes trained on the horizon like I expected it to shift and reveal all the answers I needed.It didn’t.“You’ve been twitchier than usual,” Knox said lazily, swirling the contents of his glass. “You going to tell me what’s chewing at you, or should I guess and get it wildly right again?”I shot him a glare over my shoulder. “I’m fine.”He smirked. “And I’m a pacifist.”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Because the truth was, something was chewing at me—something cold and eerie and entirely unwelcome. I hadn’t been able to shake the sensation ever since that night. The night I went for a run to clear my head, only to feel it: eyes. Not the curious gaze of a passerby or a wolf simply wandering in th
Last Updated: 2025-07-20
Chapter: Chapter 45: The Fear in The Bones(Calla’s POV)The silence after Freya left was a thick, buzzing thing—like static trapped beneath my skin. Her words still clung to the air, echoing between the walls of this small cabin like a whispered prophecy.“Asher might possess a magic that hasn’t been seen in centuries.”Magic. Rare. Unseen.It should have been awe-inspiring.Instead, it terrified me.He was only a boy. My boy. Soft-hearted, wide-eyed, sunshine-laughing Asher. I wanted to wrap him in cotton and keep the world away. I wanted to tell Freya she was wrong, that maybe her methods were flawed or maybe she just didn’t know what she was doing, even though I knew she did.She was one of the best.The problem wasn’t her conclusion. It was what it could mean. A magic not seen in centuries? That wasn’t just a rare illness. That wasn’t something you found a potion for and fixed with Rowan’s blood and a hopeful smile.It was power. Something ancient. Something people kill for.I stared at the door long after she left, my ha
Last Updated: 2025-07-19
Chapter: Chapter 44: What Lurks in the Blood(Calla’s POV)The scent of lavender and ironroot hit me first—Freya. She was early.I had barely poured myself a cup of tea when I heard the soft knock at the door. Not Rowan’s knock. Not Knox’s. Not Asher’s soft little tap either. It was firm. Deliberate. A healer’s knock.I opened it with quiet resolve, masking my nerves in a calm expression. Freya stood there, her curls pinned high today, her usual playfulness absent.“Good morning,” she said softly, stepping inside when I nodded.Asher was still out with Rowan. It gave us the privacy Freya likely hoped for.“I won’t take much of your time,” she started, setting her leather bag on the table and opening it with precision. “But I need to complete the final phase of Asher’s assessment.”I closed the door behind her and turned slowly. My chest tightened. I’d been dreading this moment even though I’d known it would come. The first two checks she did had been basic—temperature, reflexes, bloodwork—but this… this one went deeper. It was m
Last Updated: 2025-07-18
Chapter: Chapter 43: The Heavy Silence(Rowan’s POV)The stars above Blackthorne were dull tonight.Not even the moon dared to shine too brightly, as though it understood the unrest curling in my bones. I stood at the edge of the western terrace, fingers clamped tight on the iron rail, the night wind biting against my skin. Cold, crisp, tinged with pine and memory. It should have grounded me—should have calmed the chaos clawing at the edges of my mind.But it didn’t.Because something was shifting.And I could feel it.Calla. The boy. The way the air felt heavier in the halls of the manor, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The energy had changed, like a storm gathering on the horizon, quiet but inevitable.Everything was no longer what it seemed.And yet, it all felt painfully familiar.Asher had called me the “big guy” today. The name alone shouldn’t have mattered—but it echoed. The way his little fingers had curled around mine, like it was second nature. The way his head had rested against my shoulder
Last Updated: 2025-07-17
Chapter: Chapter 42: Through Hidden Doors (Calla’s POV)Night had settled thick across the sky, blanketing Blackthorne in a velvety hush.It was the second time I would be sneaking out. After the first day, I almost got caught so I aborted mission and decided to go at night.The pack house stood tall, its darkened windows gleaming beneath the pale moonlight, a beast of stone and secrets.I slipped out of the chamber with nothing more than the soft click of the door behind me and the firm press of resolve in my chest.Asher was safely tucked under the covers, limbs sprawled like a starfish, mouth open just a little. Rowan’s scent still lingered faintly from earlier. The pillow he’d laid on. The blanket Asher curled into. The bond forming between them was growing far too natural.And maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep.Because that kind of peace was always the precursor to ruin.I moved silently down the hallway, every sense on edge, wrapped in black from head to toe. The soft scarf I wore masked most of my features, and my si
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
Chapter: Chapter 41: A Quiet Kind of Sunshine(Rowan’s POV)I hadn’t expected the call to come so early. Honestly, I hadn’t expected it at all.But when the call came in from Calla—her voice careful, as always—I couldn’t say no. Asher wanted to spend the day with me. Me. And I’d be damned if I made him wait more than ten minutes.Now, with the boy bouncing in my arms, his tiny arms looped around my neck like he’d done it a hundred times before, I felt something warm settle in my chest. Something unfamiliar.Comfort.He smelled faintly of cinnamon and warm linen—whatever Calla had used on his skin this morning—and his hair was soft against my chin.“Where are we going?” he asked, bouncing once in my hold.“We’re not going out today,” I said, shifting him onto my hip. “Thought we could stay in my quarters. You haven’t seen them yet.”His silver eyes widened like I’d just told him he could fly. “Your room is big?”“It’s… decent.”“Is it bigger than ours?”I snorted. “Much.”Asher grinned and flung his arms in the air. “Then let’s go
Last Updated: 2025-07-15
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