Rejected, Reclaimed -His Rejected Bride

He rejected me in front of the entire pack and told me I was not enough to be his Luna. I did not beg. I did not cry where anyone could see me. I signed the papers he put in front of me and I walked out of that pack house with nothing except the secret I had been keeping for three weeks. I was carrying his child. Three years later I have a life he knows nothing about, a daughter who has his eyes and his stubbornness and absolutely no idea who her father is, and a position in a rival pack that has made me someone people think twice before crossing. But then he shows up. Not as the Alpha who threw me away but as a man who has lost everything, his memories, his pack, his wealth, and is standing at my door with no idea that the last time we were in the same room he destroyed me completely. He does not remember rejecting me but I remember every word. The question is not whether I still feel something when he looks at me. The question is whether the man standing in front of me now is the same man who did what he did, or someone different wearing the same face. And whether it matters either way.