Alpha's Amnesia: The Night My Love Died

Lyra's POV

That night, beneath the full moon hanging high in the sky, the old wound in my heart flared up again. It was the wound left behind by a silver dagger that had pierced my chest all those years ago—one that had never truly healed.

I stumbled out of the wooden shack in the woods, searching for somewhere I could catch my breath, only to walk straight into a conversation.

"Alpha, if the Luna finds out your amnesia is a lie…"

"She won't find out."

It was Damian Veylor's voice—steady, calm, and nonchalant.

"Once Clara and I complete the mating ceremony and this matter is settled, I'll naturally 'recover' my memories and sweet-talk Lyra into forgiving me.

"As for the poison… I've already promised Clara that my heir would only come from her womb. Lyra will forgive me. She always does."

I froze where I stood.

I'd forgive him? He actually thought I'd forgive him.

So, there was no toxin-induced amnesia at all. There never had been. There was only a meticulously orchestrated web of lies and the arrogance of someone who believed I was too foolish to ever see through it.

Moonlight fell across my bare feet, cold against my skin. Something inside my chest was cracking wide open. It wasn't just a kind of pain. It was something much deeper than that, like a complete, silent collapse.

A low, hoarse laugh escaped my throat as I stumbled back toward the shack. The freezing wind poured through the broken window, making me shiver violently.

How ridiculous.

Just yesterday, I was kneeling beneath the moonlight, begging the Moon Goddess to give me back the Damian who used to look at me like I was his entire world.

Only today did I finally understand—there was no amnesia. He just wanted to be with Clara Whitmore. He always had. The "amnesia" was nothing more than an excuse.

I curled up on my side inside the dilapidated shack. The old wound throbbed again and again, the pain so intense I could barely breathe.

In the past, on every full moon night, Damian would pull me into his arms, enveloping me in the comforting scent only a fated mate could provide and taking away some of my suffering. His palm would rest on my back, feeling warm and steady like a wall.

He used to call me his moon-kissed lover. He promised he'd keep me safe for the rest of my life.

But that was before.

"Luna! Please, hold on! I'll get the Alpha!"

Seeing my deathly pale face and my back drenched in cold sweat, my attendant, Jenna Everleigh, bolted toward the Alpha's quarters.

I didn't have the strength to stop her. I just lay there, staring at the cracked ceiling above me until my vision blurred into darkness.