บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Amnesia: The Night My Love Died: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lyra's POVI was a werewolf raised in the human world. For more than 20 years, I survived on my own. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, nor did I care to fit into a pack. I thought I didn't need anyone.When Damian first showed up, I was at an underground bar in a human city. He was hunting down a traitor and had accidentally crossed into my territory. It was love at first sight for him, and the very first words out of his mouth were, "It's you. You're the only one I want."Later, while saving me from a group of Rogues, his chest was pierced by multiple silver arrows, and he collapsed in the rain.I stayed by his side for three days. On the fourth day, I found his Beta and said, "Take him back to your territory. He needs treatment."That was the first time I stepped into a pure werewolf society.Born with a rare ability that allowed me to absorb and neutralize any toxins, I stayed by his bedside and used my own body to share the burden of his injuries.Seven days later, Dami

Lyra's POVAt first, none of the guards dared to actually lay a hand on me. Damian had treated me far too well in the past, and they weren't sure if this was just some kind of test.That was until the executioner showed up.He strode in, barking furiously at the hesitant guards. "What the hell are you all waiting for? The Alpha has given his orders. She crossed Clara. Just make sure she's still breathing by the end.""A-Are we really doing this? She's still the Alpha's fated mate, after all. She's the Luna…"The executioner sneered and raised something in his hand—the Alpha badge bearing Damian's personal crest. "Is this not enough? The Alpha personally handed this to me. Do your worst."The guards no longer hesitated. They didn't even need whips. The silver dungeon itself was enough.Silver-infused chains were clamped tightly around my wrists. With the silver pressed against my skin, every single breath I drew forced my chest against the cold silver bars.It hurt. It hurt so i

Third-Person POVWhen the ceremony ended, Damian felt an unexpected sense of relief.Although he'd been indulging himself lately, something inside him still felt hollow. Every time he saw Lyra suffering grievances, his heart ached for her, but he simply forced himself to ignore it.Well, it was over now. He could finally end this farce, go back to Lyra, and hold her in his arms.That thought brought a faint smile to his lips. However, when his eyes swept across the crowd, he couldn't find Lyra anywhere.His smile instantly froze."Alpha, it's time to head back to our chambers. What are you waiting for?" Clara urged softly, but Damian stood rooted to the spot.Remembering the lifeless expression on Lyra's face earlier, a surge of panic seized him. He couldn't be bothered with playing along anymore. He just needed to see Lyra right then and there. Only then could he put his mind at ease."I'm sorry, Clara. I have to end this charade early."Then, ignoring Clara's suddenly pale f

Third-Person POVDamian remembered the way Lyra used to throw herself into his arms and nuzzle against him, the way her lips pouted when she was mad, and the gentle smile in her eyes as they experienced the world together.His vision blurred. The whole world felt like it was tilting on its axis.When he finally regained his senses, he rushed to the silver dungeon.Under relentless interrogation, Clara had confessed to everything. She had bribed the executioner, and her "poisoning" had been self-inflicted. All of it had been nothing more than a scheme to frame Lyra.And he had believed Clara without a second thought. Ignoring Lyra's flared-up old wounds, he'd also forced her to remove the toxins from Clara.Had he been blind back then?"Alpha, please, spare me. I'm carrying your pup…" Clara cried out, trying to clutch at her last remaining lifeline.But Damian's expression only darkened further.Mentioning the pup only reminded Damian of that bowl of poison. He remembered Lyra'

Third-Person POVKane's deep, composed voice echoed throughout the sanctuary, "Today, you shall witness the coronation of my mate, my queen—Lyra Caelwyn."He turned to face Lyra, his eyes showing a tenderness Damian had never seen before. He took the crown woven from Moonstones and silver laurel leaves from an attendant, then personally placed it upon Lyra's head."Lyra, my fated mate, I've waited 300 years for you."His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone in the sanctuary to hear it.The moment the crown settled into place, a brilliant silver light erupted from Lyra. It was the awakening of the purest werewolf bloodline—the legendary lineage descended directly from the Moon Goddess herself.She'd been eroded by toxins, scorched by silver, and had her wolf declared broken, but under Kane's powerful bloodline, she'd been completely healed.She was no longer the broken she-wolf. She was whole. She was powerful. She was the Lycan Queen.Deafening cheers erupted acros