บททั้งหมดของ When My Alpha Remembered To Late: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

CLARA POV:I never thought I'd wake up married to a man who once made me carry his laundry just to stand near him.The sun hit the curtains the way it always did on good mornings, soft and gold, slipping through the gap Alex never let me close all the way. I felt his hand before I opened my eyes. Warm. Spread flat against my stomach like he was checking I was still real."You're awake," he murmured against my hair. Not a question. He always knew."Mm. Barely." My voice came out scratchy, and I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, breathing in the smell of him, pine and something darker underneath, the smell that still made my wolf preen even after two years of waking up next to it every single day.Two years.I turned the thought over slowly, the way you'd turn over a stone you couldn't believe was yours to keep. Two years since an Omega orphan nobody wanted got dragged into a packhouse kitchen to scrub pots, and somehow ended up Luna of the Blackwood Pack. Some mornings the disbel

He opened his eyes after three weeks, and the first thing he did was ask for a woman who'd left him five years ago.I'd lost count of the nights by then. Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two, all of them spent folded into the same chair beside his bed, my spine aching, my eyes raw from staring at the slow rise and fall of his chest, willing it to keep going. Margaret had stopped trying to make me eat in the second week. I just sat there, holding his hand, talking to him about nothing, because Dr. Reed said sound sometimes reached people even when nothing else could.That morning, his fingers twitched in mine.I came up out of my own exhaustion so fast my neck cracked. "Alex?"His eyelids fluttered. Once. Twice. Then they opened, and for one perfect, suspended second, relief crashed through me so hard I nearly sobbed out loud."Alex, oh god, you're awake, you're really awake—"His eyes found mine. Confused. Searching. Wrong, somehow, in a way I felt before I understood."Where's Serena," he sa

ALEX POV:She wore my ring like she'd earned the right to it, and I couldn't remember giving her a single reason to.I sat up against the headboard long after Dr. Reed left, staring down at my own hand resting useless in my lap, trying to make sense of a body that felt like mine and didn't, all at once. The IV line taped to my wrist. The dull, deep ache along my ribs where something had torn through muscle and bone. None of it matched anything in my head. I remembered the border patrol call. I remembered grabbing my jacket, kissing Serena goodbye, telling her I'd be quick.I didn't remember anything after that. Not the ambush. Not three weeks unconscious. Not a wife.The woman, Clara, she'd called herself, had left an hour ago, and the room still held some trace of her, something soft and floral underneath the antiseptic smell of the medicine cabinet. I hated that I'd noticed it. I hated more that some buried, traitorous part of me had leaned toward it without my permission.I held up