Once Forgotten, Now Unforgettable Novels & Stories

The door opens. The third and final opening. The full connection. The complete account. The restoration that the Remembering had made possible and that this morning had made real. Done. Forward. The word in my chest. But different now. Not forward into struggle. Not forward into the next difficulty. Not forward as the stubborn motion of someone who had learned that the only way through was through. Forward as the natural orientation of a world that was now fully what it was supposed to be. Moving into the future it had always been capable of.

--- *5 MINUTES AGO* Kael looked at the mirror. The wound was still there. The wound on his heart was bigger. Torin asked: "Alpha, is this necessary?" Kael said: "Yes. If I want her back, I have to humiliate myself first." --- *NOW* Kael took a breath. "5 years ago," he started. "Right here, I rejected my mate. _Lyra Wynter_." A sound went through the 500 people. Whispers.

I mean these are my guys from college and they were like family to me. Being with them is definitely going to bring back old memories, ........ well except one memory that I do not want to ever remember or come to light. Not ever!

A hot mess. I noticed something else too. A red spot on my neck. It was not too visible but it was there. My fingers traced in amazement. This was nothing short of a miracle. Kaden gave me a love mark. We have been intimate for a long time, but he never once made the mistake of giving me a love mark.

So she remembers. Hours went by. Those hours turned into days. Days into weeks. Until a couple months went by… He happened to rest against a tree one evening and when He awoke he was right on the doorsteps of that cabin. He had no recollection of how he got there. A little suspicious Quinn politely knocks on the door. There’s no answer. He knocks again but louder this time. Still no answer. He tries the doorknob but it won’t budge. It’s jammed shut. A tell-tale sign to go away from that cabin.

Madison, on the other hand, promptly filed for leave. I thought I had done a good deed, but I never imagined it would be the reason I ended up dead.

He brought me to his estate. He told me that as long as he was there, no wolf would ever hurt me again. From that day on, my life belonged to Adrian, and I gave it willingly. Even when he vanished from our marking ceremonies again and again because of Marielle Parker. Even when every wolf in the pack believed I was unworthy of him. I still believed he would mark me, just like he promised on my eighteenth birthday. Today was the ninety-ninth marking ceremony between Adrian and me. In the Midnight Pack, a marking ceremony was meant to be sacred and public. After ninety-eight failures, the pack had turned it into entertainment.

Maybe a supreme being, the homeless guy, asked me a question that scared the innermost part of my heart. Whoever he was, he was pointing out to me the truth. “What.” He furrowed his forehead. “If.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Selene, putting these two words together has the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. This word what if will never lead you to the right path. You are like holding onto regrets, for the time wasted.”

“Why does everyone else seem to remember all of their lives except for Bronx and me?” “Ah, yeah. That is a good one,” Leticia nods slowly, tucks her legs under her, and takes my hand, “Darling, every time you and Bronx are reincarnated, you both lose the memories of your previous lives. The rest of us do not. We remember everything. The good and the bad and trust me, there has been a lot...of both.”

Jessica spoke, her voice thick with emotion, “I don't want you to become that woman who can't even speak up for herself when she's stepped on just because she loves a man,” I nodded, understanding her concern. "I've thought about that too," I admitted. "But I've come to realize something, Jess. I'm not that person anymore. No matter what happens, I'll never be that person again. I've changed, grown. Even without my memories, I know that much,"