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Author: Bella Fyre
last update publish date: 2026-04-06 11:38:14

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By the time Decker stepped into his office, there was no trace of blood left on him. Not on his hands. Not on his clothes. Not on his skin. But it hadn’t left him.

It lingered in the way he moved, controlled, deliberate, like every step had purpose. It lived in the stillness of his expression, in the quiet weight of his presence that pressed into the room before he even spoke. Morgan was already there. Of course he was.

Seated comfortably in one of the chairs as if he belonged there, one
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  • The Alpha Forgets    61

    61 By the time Decker stepped into his office, there was no trace of blood left on him. Not on his hands. Not on his clothes. Not on his skin. But it hadn’t left him. It lingered in the way he moved, controlled, deliberate, like every step had purpose. It lived in the stillness of his expression, in the quiet weight of his presence that pressed into the room before he even spoke. Morgan was already there. Of course he was. Seated comfortably in one of the chairs as if he belonged there, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting loosely against his knee. Megan stood near the window, her attention drifting lazily over the grounds outside. Both of them turned when Decker entered. And both of them felt it. The shift. Morgan’s eyes sharpened immediately. “That didn’t take long,” he said. Decker closed the door behind him with a soft click. “No.” Morgan leaned back slightly, studying him. “Something happened.” Decker didn’t sit. Didn’t offer pleasantries. “Silver Claw.” Megan’s

  • The Alpha Forgets    60

    60 The door to the holding cell opened with a slow, grinding scrape of metal on stone. And then silence. Not the kind that followed peace. The kind that followed something breaking. Tony stepped back instinctively as Decker walked out. There was blood. A lot of it. Not splattered randomly. Not chaotic. Purposeful. Controlled violence. It streaked across Decker’s hands, soaked into his sleeves, darkened the front of his shirt in heavy, uneven patches. Some of it had dried already, cracked along his knuckles. Some of it was still fresh, glistening under the low lights of the corridor. His expression was worse. Flat. Cold. Finished. The guards outside the cell straightened, then immediately looked down, instinctively avoiding his gaze. Predator. After the kill. Tony stepped forward slowly. “Alive?” he asked. Decker didn’t stop walking. “Yes.” Tony exhaled, tension easing just slightly. Good. That meant answers. “Talk,” Tony said, falling into step beside him. Decker dragged a hand

  • The Alpha Forgets    59

    59 Morning came slower than usual. Not because the sun lingered. Because the night hadn’t lasted long enough. Lotty woke with that strange, weighted awareness that came after too little sleep and too much tension. For a moment she stayed still, staring at the ceiling, listening. The packhouse was awake. Distant footsteps. Voices in the hall. Movement. Normal. But beneath it something else. Tighter. More alert. She turned her head. Decker was already up. Dressed. Moving quietly near the window, speaking low into the pack link she could feel the subtle hum of it even if she couldn’t hear the words. Planning. Adjusting. Preparing. She pushed herself up, rubbing a hand over her face. “You’re up early.” He glanced back. “I didn’t sleep much.” “Same.” A small pause. “You don’t have to go to the hospital today,” he said. “I know.” “And you’re not leaving the packhouse.” Lotty raised a brow. “That sounded less like a suggestion.” “It wasn’t.” She studied him. The control in his vo

  • The Alpha Forgets    58

    58 Decker didn’t go downstairs. He didn’t go near the holding cells. He didn’t even ask to see the rogue again. Because he knew exactly what would happen if he did. There would be no interrogation. No answers. Just blood. So instead, he did the one thing that went against every instinct clawing through him. He took Lotty home. The drive back to the packhouse was quiet. Not tense. Not awkward. Just… heavy. Lotty sat beside him, one hand resting loosely in his, her thumb brushing against his knuckles in slow, grounding movements. She wasn’t shaking anymore, but the adrenaline hadn’t fully left her system either. He could still feel it through the bond. Echoing. Fading. But there. “You’re quiet,” she said softly. “I’m thinking.” “That’s usually when something dangerous happens.” His mouth twitched faintly. “Not this time.” She glanced at him. “That’s not reassuring.” “It’s not meant to be.” That earned a small huff from her, but she didn’t push further. She didn’t need to. She

  • The Alpha Forgets    57

    57 The moment it happened Decker felt it. Not as a thought. Not as a warning. As an impact. The bond between them snapped tight, violent, raw, flooding him with Lotty’s adrenaline, her fear, the sharp spike of danger that didn’t belong in a hospital. For a fraction of a second, everything in him went still. Then it exploded. The chair behind him slammed into the wall as he stood too fast, the wood cracking under the force. “Decker?” Tony started. “Lotty.” That was all he said. But the way he said it, every wolf in the room froze. The temperature dropped. The air thickened. Alpha. Not calm. Not controlled. Rage. Pure. Unfiltered. Decker didn’t wait. Didn’t explain. He was already moving, already halfway to the door before Tony fully registered what was happening. “Hospital,” Tony snapped, already following. “Something’s wrong.” Decker didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The bond pulsed again. Alive. She was alive. But something had tried to harm her. His vision sharpened dangerous

  • The Alpha Forgets    56

    56 The hospital didn’t feel as tense on Lotty’s second day. That was the first thing she noticed. Not relaxed, never that but different. Less scrutiny. More… acceptance. Not complete, not unconditional, but enough that when she walked through the doors with Garrick at her shoulder, the staff didn’t freeze or whisper the way they had before. A nurse at the desk nodded to her. One of the orderlies gave a quiet, “Morning, Doctor,” as he pushed a cart past. Lotty returned the greeting without breaking stride. “That’s new,” she murmured. Garrick didn’t look at her. “You earned it.” She huffed softly. “That almost sounded like praise.” “It was not meant to.” “Of course it wasn’t.” They moved into the ER, the rhythm of the place already familiar enough that Lotty didn’t feel like she was stepping into foreign territory anymore. She dropped her bag at the station, checked the board, and scanned the current cases. Nothing critical. Yet. “Quiet morning,” Keene said from behind her. Lo

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