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Author: Bella Fyre
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 11:54:57

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The northern border smelled like rain and tension.

The forest opened into a long clearing where the invisible line between territories ran like a scar through the trees. On one side, the scent markers of Edgewater Falls clung to the bark and soil. On the other, Dark Mountain’s presence lay thick and sharp in the air.

Two lines of wolves faced each other across that narrow space. Warriors. Thirty on one side. Nearly as many on the other. No one had crossed yet. But it wouldn’t take much.

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  • The Alpha Forgets    37

    37 The evening had been planned carefully. Too carefully. Decker had spent most of the afternoon arranging it, quietly coordinating with the kitchen and slipping back upstairs before Lotty could suspect anything. The guards had noticed, of course, nothing happened in the packhouse without someone noticing but none of them said a word. By the time Lotty finished her shift at the hospital and returned to the third floor, the room smelled faintly of roasted meat, herbs, and fresh bread. She stepped through the door and stopped. The small table near the window had been set for two. Candles burned low and warm, their light flickering softly against the walls. Plates were already laid out, along with a bottle of wine Lotty recognized from the packhouse cellar. Decker stood near the window when she entered. He looked… nervous. Lotty raised an eyebrow. “Well,” she said slowly. “This is unexpected.” Decker rubbed the back of his neck. “I thought we could take a break from politics and att

  • The Alpha Forgets    36

    36 The meeting room in the packhouse had once been a formal dining hall. Now it has become something else entirely. The long wooden table at the center held maps instead of plates, territory markers instead of candles. Old scars carved into the wood hinted at past arguments, past decisions that had shaped the future of both packs. Today it held something far more fragile. Peace. Or at least the possibility of it. Adam stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, staring down at the large map spread across the surface. Rivers, forest lines, patrol routes, and border markers had been carefully drawn across the parchment. Across from him sat Decker. Lotty sat beside Decker. Two chairs apart from Adam’s. Which had been a compromise in itself. Originally, Adam had intended the meeting to be just the two of them. Two Alphas. Two leaders. But when Decker had entered the room with Lotty at his side and calmly announced that his Luna would be present for the negotiations, Adam had studied

  • The Alpha Forgets    35

    35 Hand in hand, Decker and Lotty walked back toward the packhouse. The morning air still held the cool bite of early day, and the grounds around the house were busy with the quiet activity of a pack settling into its routines. Warriors moved along patrol paths, a few omegas crossed the courtyard carrying supplies, and somewhere near the kitchen door someone was arguing loudly about breakfast portions. Behind them, a few paces back, two guards followed at a respectful distance. Cole from Edgewater Falls and Tomas from Dark Mountain. The arrangement had become routine over the last few days. Mixed pairs. Always watching. Lotty had almost gotten used to it. Almost. She squeezed Decker’s hand lightly as they climbed the front steps. “You were very distracting in the gym today,” she said. Decker glanced down at her, unrepentant. “You were enjoying it.” “That’s not the point.” “That's exactly the point.” Lotty shook her head, trying not to smile. “You’re supposed to be recovering.”

  • The Alpha Forgets    34

    34 The next few days settled into a rhythm the packhouse hadn’t felt in a long time. Not peace. Not exactly. But something close enough to routine that the tension didn’t sit quite so heavy on everyone’s shoulders. Morning always started the same way. Decker woke early. Lotty usually woke a few minutes later, often finding him already watching her with that quiet intensity that still made her blush no matter how many times it happened. They would dress, grab something quick to eat, and then head downstairs to the gym. Matthew was always waiting. The training had started out cautious. Decker still carried bruises along his ribs and shoulder from the crash. Lotty still moved like someone who had spent her life in hospitals instead of sparring rings. But each day something shifted a little more. Decker healed quickly. Faster than any human would have. The bond helped. Being close to Lotty helped even more. His strength was returning, his movements smoother, the stiffness fading from

  • The Alpha Forgets    33

    33 The Dark Mountain council chamber sat deep in the stone heart of the mountain, a room built long before any of them had been born and shaped to remind every wolf who entered it that power was older than blood and colder than loyalty. Tonight, the chamber felt even colder. Rain struck the narrow windows in uneven bursts, tapping against the dark glass like impatient fingers. Torches burned low in the iron brackets along the walls, their light shifting across the carved table at the center of the room, a slab of black wood ringed with high-backed chairs, each marked with the old crest of the council. Six seats were filled. One remained empty. Decker’s. No one looked at it for long. No one wanted to make his absence feel like the accusation it had become. Councilwoman Vera sat with her hands folded neatly in front of her, her face sharp and unreadable in the firelight. Beside her, Councilman Holt stared down at the table like he could avoid the conversation entirely if he refused

  • The Alpha Forgets    32

    32 The third floor of the packhouse had finally grown quiet. Guards rotated through the hallway outside. Footsteps passed now and then, the low murmur of voices drifting through the old wood walls, but inside Lotty’s room the air had settled into something calmer than it had been in days. The tension of the border standoff had faded to a distant ache in everyone’s nerves. For the first time since morning, there was nothing immediately demanding their attention. Lotty stood near the small dresser, tying her hair into a loose braid as she watched Decker across the room. He was staring at the hospital bed. The same hospital bed he’d been forced to sleep in since arriving. His expression was unmistakable. “No,” he said flatly. Lotty blinked. “No what?” “ I’m not sleeping in that thing again.” She tried not to smile. “You say that like it personally offended you.” “It did.” He gestured at it. “That bed smells like antiseptic and frustration.” Lotty crossed her arms. “It’s there b

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