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

I woke up to the scent of sharp ozone and sterile leather, a stark contrast to the damp earth and pine needles I had grown used to sleeping on.I sat up, blinking against the brightness. The room was ultra-modern, with stark white walls and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over a manicured skyline—not a forest, but the sprawling, distant glow of the Lycan Capital. This wasn’t the Pack House. This was Kai’s estate. It was beautiful in a cold, sharp way, like a diamond. It was terrifying."Mommy?"I looked down to see Sayler sitting at the edge of the massive bed, swinging his legs. He looked small and fragile against the backdrop of such modern opulence. His eyes were clear, the blue tint of the silver poison fading, though the burn marks on his wrists remained as angry red circles."Are we okay?" he whispered, his voice timid.I pulled him into my arms, burying my face in his neck. He smelled like pine needles and milk—the only scent of home I had left. "We are safe, baby. We ar

The silence inside the limousine was no longer peaceful. It was suffocating.For the first twenty miles after leaving the Lycan Prince's estate, the only sounds had been the rhythmic thrum of the tires on wet asphalt and the soft, even breathing of my sleeping son. I had stared out the tinted window, watching the rain lash against the glass, trying to convince myself that the ache in my chest was just heartbreak.But then, the bond had snapped.It wasn't a gradual return. It was a violent, jagged tear in the fabric of my mind. One moment, I was numb; the next, I gasped, clutching my chest as a burning hot wire seemed to wrap around my heart and pull tight."Mommy?"Sayler’s sleepy voice cut through the haze of pain. He was sitting up, rubbing his eyes, his small face pale in the ambient lighting of the car."It’s okay, baby," I lied, my voice trembling. "Go back to sleep."But he shook his head, his eyes wide and unfocused

The rain came down harder, washing the blood and mud from the asphalt in murky, swirling rivers. The air smelled of ozone, burnt rubber, and the copper tang of blood.My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I sat frozen in the mud, clutching Sayler’s unconscious body to my chest. My son was pale, his breathing shallow, but the terrifying white light had faded from his eyes. He was just a little boy again—exhausted, cold, and scared.I looked up, searching the darkness."Kai?" I called out, my voice cracking. There was no answer from the ravine. Just the rushing sound of the river below and the distant rumble of thunder. The Lycan Prince was gone.Then, a low, wet cough echoed from the base of the concrete overpass.I snapped my head around.Nash was moving.He shouldn't have been moving. The impact had been enough to kill a normal shifter. He had been thrown thirty feet and slammed into solid concrete.