All Chapters of After My 99th Suicide, I Forgot My Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Before the dizziness even subsided, two guards were dragging me roughly into the Purification Chamber. I could hear the whispers from outside the sanctuary as clearly as if they were standing next to me."Is that the Alpha's lunatic mate? I heard her wolf was broken in the attack, and now she spouts all that nonsense about someone trying to kill her.""Thank the Goddess for Vivian. Otherwise, that basket case would be our Luna.""She should be on her knees, grateful she finally has a chance to prove she's worth something..."Every word was a silver needle piercing my nerves, but strangely, my wolf didn't react.I lay on the cold bloodstone slab, and through the sanctuary's stained-glass window, I saw Zander kneeling at the main altar. His large hand was clasped around Vivian's delicate one, praying devoutly.And I was just an outsider.The silver ritual knife slid into my vein. A burning sensation spread through my body, but even the pain felt distant, as if shrouded in mist, just like

As he spoke, the pack members in the sanctuary finally snapped out of their shock."See? I knew it. She's just putting on a show. There's no way that lunatic would actually reject the Alpha.""Of course not. Her wolf is practically useless. She can't survive without the Alpha's mark.""Look at her. She's about to have another one of her episodes..."Every word was laced with malice, every wolf waiting for me to make a fool of myself. Countless needles of scorn pricked at me. Just like all the times before, not a single wolf believed me. My dormant wolf struggled in agony, wanting to fight back, but it was powerless.I clenched my fists. Beneath my torn sleeve, the old scars on my wrist gleamed silver in the moonlight. I opened my mouth, wanting to prove this wasn't a game, that this time, I was determined to reject him for good.But my father's Beta authority exploded like a thunderclap, forcing every lower-ranking wolf in the sanctuary to their knees."Guards, throw her in the silver

Meanwhile, Zander was drowning in a mountain of pack business, a dull throb pounding against his temples. He looked up, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion."Alpha, you haven't slept in five days."Marcus, his Beta, stood in the doorway of the council chamber, his face etched with concern.For five days, a gnawing wrongness had been clawing at him, fraying the edges of his sanity."The lingering effects of the silver purification... they're draining," he growled, the lie tasting like ash on his tongue.Purifying the silver had taken its toll, yes, but this was different.It felt like a part of his soul had been carved out, leaving a gaping, bleeding wound."By the way, that envelope Miss Ember left for you… have you seen it?" Marcus ventured, treading carefully around her name.Zander's brow furrowed. "What envelope?""She specifically told me to make sure you saw it. I left it on the desk in your study."He waved a dismissive hand and strode out of the council chamber.The moment he pu

"I don't know, Chloe."I clutched my coffee cup, my knuckles white from the pressure."Head Instructor? Chloe, I'm not sure I even remember how to fight.""Nonsense!"Chloe shot to her feet. The coffee cup slammed against the table, making a sharp clatter that turned the heads of the other patrons, but she didn't care."Do you have any idea how terrifying you were in the training grounds three years ago? That sparring session against the pack's best fighters—every move was precise, every instinct a razor's edge!"Her voice trembled with an excitement I had never seen in her before."That was three years ago..." My voice was barely a whisper."So what?" she snapped. "Talent doesn't just disappear, Ember! It gets buried. It gets trampled on by fools who wouldn't know a true warrior if she broke their jaw!"A fire burned in her green eyes."Do you know what I thought when I saw you fight that day? I thought I was looking at the future war-leader of a generation!"My heart began to pound.

Zander kicked open the villa door, his roar shaking the entire house. "If I can't find her, I'll kill every last one of you!"The servants, terrified, dropped to their knees, not daring to breathe under the crushing weight of his murderous aura.The scent that had once calmed him, a scent he had never truly cherished, was completely gone.The chair in the living room where she used to read was empty, the worn patches on its arms a silent testament to her former presence.The bone china tea set she favored was gone from the dining table.Even the banister was devoid of the faint traces she left behind when she walked down the stairs.He charged up the stairs like a wild beast and threw open the door to the master bedroom.The door slammed against the wall with a deafening crash.The pillow on her side of the bed still held the faint impression of her head. He buried his face in it, desperate for her scent, but found only the ghost of it—faded and almost gone.This woman had truly erased