All Chapters of Never Again, Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I never met Erica in person. I only saw her in one of Vlad’s photo album. And just like how beautiful she was when she was still young, it intensified when she became a woman. She had a sharp jawline and cool emerald green eyes. She also has two deep dimples that adds the beauty she already possessed.Her eyes suddenly landed on me and she took me in from head to toe with a frown. I fought the urge to smooth out my dress. I could almost swear her face hardened and her eyes slanted threateningly like my existence insulted her. I had never met her before, but I could feel my heart racing as she stared at me. She has something about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on but it made my leopard rustle.It took a while for me to notice that Clyde was standing closely beside her in a black tuxedo. That would probably explain her reaction to seeing me. I wasn't surprised they were friends. Erica was more family than me to them. Clyde hated me since day one, since the day Vlad introduced

Violet’s POVPeirre’s body was cremated as his request. I cried a lot. We only got married for a year before he finally surrendered to his long time disease. I scattered his remains in the ocean, something he had said to me many times before. “Vi, no matter what happens, you are Violet Savage. You are my wife. You and Parker were the best thing in my life.”Yes, I always knew I lost my memories. Pierre had told me about it a few days after I woke up and I couldn’t remember anything. Pierre told me what mattered. He said he found me on the beach, broken and barely breathing. He said my face had been badly damaged, that doctors had to rebuild it. He said my body survived but my memories will be a long-term memory loss or permanent. He also told me I was pregnant.I gave birth to a beautiful boy. Pierre named him Uno. He said Uno meant one, a beginning, a first step forward. I didn’t argue. The name felt warm and new hope. And that’s why I decided never to want to remember my past or

Vlad’s POV“Uno, no more chocolate. You’ll ruin your dinner.”I heard a voice behind me. It was a female, her voice was calm and familiar in a way that something hit me. I turned around out of curiosity and the world stopped around me when I saw who owned the voice.She was standing a few steps away, the boy at her side, wiping chocolate from his fingers with quiet patience. My chest tightened so suddenly I thought I might collapse right there on the stone path. My heart squeezed hard, cruelly, like it recognized her before my mind could protect me. My wolf howled, wanting to take control, wanting to claim her again. He recognized her before I could even. I couldn’t breathe.She looked up and smiled at me, innocently just like Cheska did the first time we saw each other. And I saw her. “I’m sorry about that, Sir. Uno’s favorite is chocolate and he already ate it before we left the hotel,” she said in a voice I memorized even when I closed my eyes. Sir… She called me sir. Doesn't

Violet's POVAfter choosing the perfect box for the ring, I closed the workshop door behind me.The box was simple. It was deep blue velvet with a soft lining. It was simple, nothing that tried to steal attention from what it held. I liked it that way.I went straight home. It used to be mine and Pierre’s house we bought after our marriage and left his pack. I left my shoes by the door and headed upstairs, letting the day finally fall off my shoulders. I checked Uno’s room and saw him sleeping soundly and his nanny probably retired in her room. I stripped my clothes and hopped under the shower which helped my body relax. The steam of the warm water curled around me and I stood there longer. I closed my eyes, and breathed slowly as everything loosened. When I stepped out, I wrapped myself in a robe and tied it loosely. My hair was still damp against my neck.I stepped out of my room and let my feet take me to my favorite spot, the bar.It was small because Pierre never liked excess.

Violet’s POVWhen Vlad opened the box, I immediately noticed his reaction even if I was not really paying attentionHe suddenly went very still.At first, I thought he was just admiring the craftsmanship because that happens sometimes. People don’t always expect jewelry to feel like something but then Vlad’s shoulders tightened, and his breath hitched. I’m a leopard so I can hear it. I watched his eyes blurring as tears formed in his both eyes. He turned away slightly, pressing his thumb against the edge of the box. It seemed like it was precious to him. Figured he must be the current holder. But I remembered, the ring fell down on the wrong person. But didn't Vlad have a wife before? Wrong person, fall into wrong hands. It’s confusing, actually. “I–it's actually stunning, a masterpiece indeed,” Vlad said, giving me a happy smile but his eyes were betraying him. I had called the ring my masterpiece because I had given my all to that ring. I spent one thousand hours transforming it