Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn As A Wolf: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Jaylene “Was I not supposed to say that?” Ansel asked himself, unsure as he looks at me apologetically.“I can’t cross the line or my Alpha will be mad at me. But yes, you had a few boyfriends before and I don’t know anything else.”I’m certain that he knew something more, but I don’t push him to speak on it. “Is there anything I can do to recover my memory?” I ask him sincerely, “I don’t know what else to do.”Ansel is quiet as he looks at me gently, “Don’t feel alone. If you feel tired and suffocated, you should always come here. Alpha Rowan would not dare say no to me if I asked him for permission.”“Okay, I would like that.” We clicked our glasses together as we drowned another shot. My glass was still between my lips as the door to Ansel’s bedroom pushed open, revealing a figure whose beauty was indescribable. He wears darker clothes, his long hair framing against his pale face.“Am I late?” He asked gently, his tone worried as he padded inside and climbed into the bed, “Let

RowanI sat awake, my head tipped back against the bed frame as I watched the morning sun spill into our bedroom, painting the hardwood floor with a warm tone of apricot.My left knee is bent, my feet flat against the sheet, while the other leg is extended out with Jaylene’s head resting on my thigh.I let my fingers glide through his hair, separating the sleek from the dark strands gently. Then, I ran a few strands off his face, tugging them behind his ear, my thumb brushing against his cheekbone softly.Jaylene stirred relaxingly under my touch but he did not open his eyes. He sleeps on, ever so peacefully.A carefree smile escaped me from the memory of last night. “Always so dramatic when drunk,” I whispered, the corners of my lips twitching upward. I was content now, knowing there is a place in his heart for me.He loves me. He wants to be with me. He wants us to start over. It feels like a lucid dream to hear these words from Jaylene.Except that they were only drunken words. B

Jaylene “This is everything you asked for, Omega,” Sally counts the ingredients on the kitchen counter with her fingers, over and over again, her nose crinkling subtly. I nodded, putting on my apron.“I told the Chef not to come like you said.”My eyes held a deep appreciation for her, “Thank you Sally.”She smiled softly, “It’s nothing, Omega. Do you need anything else?”“Mmh,” I shake my head slowly as I wash my hands, “I will just get started with dinner.”Sally quickly bowed her head and excused me. I did not have much thought on my mind as I began preparing steak, just like how the Chef taught me. I did not know what else to cook since I haven’t had the time to learn anything new. It doesn’t matter, it was evening already and Rowan was going to come home soon. Besides, they said he doesn’t get tired of eating it.After a long moment, I was finally done. While I was carrying the made steak to the dining table, the elevator door beeped loudly open, signaling an arrival.An unco

Rowan“How is he doing, doctor?” I interrogated the man as soon as he stepped out of our bedroom. “He is doing well, Alpha. He just fainted because his brain suddenly received too much blood flow. There is nothing alarming.”He sighs deeply, “From the beginning, his body was unable to handle stress, anxiety or external pressure. That is why he had gone into a false heat at first. Looking at him, his five senses were triggered at once. That is why I advised you to take it easy on him the last time.”“This is not my doing,” I hissed sharply, my anger still burning in my bloodstream, waiting to explode but I controlled myself, “His memory, do you think he has recovered them?”I know Charlotte, she has done something to Jaylene. She was too calm and confident just now. The doctor shakes his head in disagreement, his forehead folding in a frown, “I can’t say. In his case, I will have to run an autobiographical memory check to see if his personal identity and his past identity are restore

Jaylene “I did not find you in my memories, why is that?” I sucked in a deep breath as he pulled his hand from my hold. He eyes the bandage around his wrist intently, with a meaningful look, as if it was a wrapped gift from me, not an injury he acquired.“What do you think?” He said in a quizzical tone, his eyes not leaving his bandaged hand, “Living in the shadows, watching you from there, always part of the crowd or the passerby you don’t notice.”His lips curved in a sad smile, “I don't know exactly what you want to know but I need you to be specific about which memory you speak of.”“What do you mean?” I looked at him confusedly. Does it mean I have lost my memories before now?“Your childhood memories, do you have them?”I shake my head slowly. I don’t really recall my parents… but I remember Cain too vividly.“You might not know this, but you lost your memory when you were 11 years old. In the car accident that killed your father and your mother, you were in the backseat of t