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Author: Bella Fyre
last update publish date: 2026-04-08 11:37:34

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The envoy arrived before noon. No warning. No request for the audience sent ahead. Just three wolves from Silver Claw riding hard through the outer gates under a white flag that meant message, not mercy.

By the time they were escorted into the packhouse, half of Dark Mountain already knew where they came from. And why.

Lotty felt the shift in the air before anyone told her. She was in the main hall with Garrick, going over the ceremony schedule for what felt like the tenth time, when Deck
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  • The Alpha Forgets    65

    65 The next day did not begin quietly. It began with motion. Voices in the halls before sunrise. Footsteps that didn’t slow. Doors opening and closing. The low hum of a pack preparing for something important, something public. Something permanent. Lotty stood in the center of her room for a moment, just taking it in. “This is insane,” she muttered under her breath. Behind her, the closet doors were already open, fabric laid out across the bed from options that weren’t nearly good enough for what she was about to become. A Luna. In one day. She dragged a hand through her hair and exhaled. Then there was a knock. “Come in,” she called. The door opened and Lotty blinked. Two women stepped inside. Warriors. That much was obvious immediately. Not just from the way they moved, but from the way the room shifted slightly when they entered. Presence. Confidence. Control. One had dark braided hair pulled tight at the back of her head, sharp eyes that missed nothing. The other was taller,

  • The Alpha Forgets    64

    64 The envoy arrived before noon. No warning. No request for the audience sent ahead. Just three wolves from Silver Claw riding hard through the outer gates under a white flag that meant message, not mercy. By the time they were escorted into the packhouse, half of Dark Mountain already knew where they came from. And why. Lotty felt the shift in the air before anyone told her. She was in the main hall with Garrick, going over the ceremony schedule for what felt like the tenth time, when Decker’s presence flared hard through the bond sharp, focused, immediately alert. She looked up. Garrick was already watching the front doors. “Silver Claw,” he said. Not a question. Lotty’s stomach tightened. Of course. The note Decker had sent had landed exactly the way it was meant to. And Alpha Jacob was not the kind of wolf who let humiliation sit quietly. A moment later, Tony appeared in the archway leading from the front hall. “Decker wants you there,” he said to Lotty. Garrick stepped awa

  • The Alpha Forgets    63

    63 Decker made the decision before breakfast was even over. He didn’t ease into it. Didn’t circle it. Didn’t present it as a possibility. He set his coffee down, looked across the table at Tony, then at Lotty, and said, “The Luna ceremony happens in two days.” Silence dropped over the small morning meal. Tony’s eyes lifted first, sharp and immediately approving. Lotty blinked once. Then again. Across the room, Megan, who had joined Morgan for breakfast at Decker’s invitation because apparently he enjoyed chaos, went perfectly still. Decker didn’t look at her. He kept his eyes on Lotty. “I want you in position,” he said. “Formally. Publicly. No more uncertainty.” His voice lowered slightly. “And I want you in the pack link before anyone else decides to test what you are to me.” That last part landed hard. Because it was true. Too true. Lotty set her fork down slowly. Two days. The ceremony. The pack. The title. The responsibility. She should have hesitated more. Should have needed

  • The Alpha Forgets    62

    62 The call came through a number Decker didn’t recognize. That alone was enough to make him pause. He stared at the screen for half a second, something in his instincts sharpening not alarm, not exactly… awareness. Then he answered. “Decker.” A familiar voice came through the line. “Nice to know you answer unknown numbers.” Decker’s expression didn’t change. “Matthew.” On the other end, Matthew let out a quiet breath of something that might’ve been approval. “Took you long enough to realize you needed help.” “I didn’t realize,” Decker said flatly. “Tony convinced me.” Matthew huffed softly. “Smart man.” Decker leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking briefly toward the closed office door. “How did you get this number?” A pause. Then. “That,” Matthew said calmly, “is part of the point.” Silence settled. Heavy. Intentional. “You’re not as secure as you think,” Matthew continued. “Your internal systems, your communications, even your private lines there are gaps.” Decker’s jaw t

  • 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

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