The Alpha Who Forgot Me

I knew the dark magic was real when my mate, the love of my life, held a silver blade to my throat and asked me who the hell I was.Rain fell in sheets, cold and unforgiving, drenching the thin, tattered dress I wore. It clung to my skin like a second layer of ice, but the chill of the mud seeping into my knees was nothing compared to the frost in Alpha Nash’s eyes.I was on my knees at the border of the Silver Creek Pack—the very place I had once ruled as Luna. Now, I was nothing. A rogue. A filthy intruder.The bond inside me—the golden thread that had once connected my soul to his—was screaming. It wasn't a hum of contentment; it was a agonizing tear, a violent thrashing against the walls of my mind. *Mate! Mate! Close!* my wolf howled, desperate to reach him.But Nash looked at me as if I were a rotting carcass spoiling his front lawn."State your business," he commanded. His voice was a low rumble of thunder, deeper than I remembered, rougher. It vibrated through the rain and str

The mud was a cold, wet coffin against my skin.Two burly guards hauled me through the underbrush, their grips like iron vices on my arms. My feet dragged uselessly over roots and stones, but I barely felt the pain. My entire world had narrowed down to the sound of my son’s screams, which were fading into the distance as they dragged him the opposite way."Daddy! Daddy, help!"Sayler’s voice cracked, high and terrified, before it was abruptly cut off by the slamming of a heavy steel door. The dungeon. They had thrown my four-year-old son into the silver cells.A howl tore from my throat, raw and guttural. "Sayler!""Shut your mouth, rogue," one of the guards spat, backhanding me across the face. My head snapped to the side, copper filling my mouth. "The Alpha has spoken. You’re dog food."He threw me forward. I landed hard, skidding across a patch of gravel that tore at my dress and skin. We were at the edge of the Pit—a deep, ravine-like crater where the pack kept their feral, untama