On the third day after the Alpha lost his memory, I asked him to sever our mate bond. He agreed instantly, as if it were the easiest decision in the world. Although he seemed to have forgotten me, he somehow remembered Zayla, his freshly divorced first love. My request to dissolve our bond conveniently set them free to be together.

A month later, he found me with his medical records in hand. His towering frame loomed over me, his broad shoulders casting a shadow. "We were expecting a pup," he said, his deep voice tinged with red, his Alpha aura heavy in the air.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "Yes, we were."

"What happened to the pup?" he asked, his voice trembling, the raw power in his tone faltering for the first time.

I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. "I let it go, just like I let you go. Why would I keep a pup when I didn’t even want you? I ended the pregnancy the same afternoon we went to the pack’s registry office to finalize the separation."

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The Alpha had been injured in a rogue attack on his way to celebrate Zayla’s divorce with her. He wasn’t physically hurt—just a head injury. When he woke up, it was as if he remembered everyone except me. Zayla, a Delta from the Crimson Fang Pack, was there, tears streaming down her face, and he was gently comforting her.

I sat at the side, skimming the oil off his chicken soup so it wouldn’t be too greasy for him. After two days of constant visitors—pack members paying their respects to their Alpha—things finally quieted down.

I watched him rub his forehead and said softly, "The healer mentioned you might feel dizzy and nauseous for a few days. Maybe you should lie down and rest a bit."

The Alpha opened his eyes and stared at me for a long time without speaking. His dark gaze was piercing, his chiseled jaw tense. Just when I thought he wouldn’t say anything, he asked, "Did I bond with you because I loved you? Why am I only forgetting you?"

I was caught off guard, not expecting such a question.

"No, we were just academy mates. After we graduated, your family was pressuring you to find a mate, and I happened to have feelings for you, so we bonded," I replied.

He looked puzzled this time, his broad shoulders shifting as he leaned forward. "You had feelings for me?"

I walked over and adjusted the collar of his slightly loose tunic. "Yes, I used to care for you deeply. You were strong, commanding, a natural leader—who wouldn’t admire you?"

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, I couldn’t help but smile a little. "Go lie down before you start feeling unwell."

Watching him walk back to his room, his powerful frame moving with the grace of an Alpha, I made up my mind. This man, no matter how much I once cared for him, I don’t want him anymore.

I closed the door to the Alpha’s quarters and made my way to the study. The air felt heavier than usual, as if the weight of the pack’s expectations still lingered in the halls, even now.

Evander’s bookcase stood tall and imposing, filled with volumes on pack history, leadership, and strategy. He was meticulous about his reading habits, always pulling out a book and placing it on the right side of the middle shelf when he was done. My fingers brushed over the spines until I found the bulky notebook I was looking for. I opened it, the pages filled with my thoughts, my secrets, my heart.

*October 16, 2014: The Alpha’s son, Evander, played the violin at the academy’s welcome ceremony. He was mesmerizing. I think I like him.*

The entries were a chronicle of my devotion to him, a love that had once felt unshakable. Tucked between the pages was an ultrasound image, a memory of what could have been.

*January 19, 2023: Evander and I are going to have a pup. I can’t wait to tell him. He’s always talked about wanting an heir to the Silver Moon Pack.*

*January 20, 2023: Evander didn’t come home last night. I thought about using the mind link to tell him about the pregnancy, but I wanted to see his face when I shared the news. He’ll be thrilled.*

*January 21, 2023: Evander said he was on a patrol mission and forgot to tell me. I’ll tell him when he gets back.*

*January 22, 2023: I saw Zayla’s post on the pack’s communication board. Evander was with her. They weren’t on patrol—they were on a private retreat.*

*January 23, 2023: Zayla mind-linked me. She said her bond is officially severed and she wants Evander back. But she’s the one who left him to run off with another pack years ago. Why is she coming back now? I never took him from her, so how can I give him back? The stress made me feel ill, so I went to the healer. She told me to stay calm. It’s all so frustrating.*

*February 24, 2023: Zayla announced her bond dissolution is final, and Evander is going to celebrate with her. My stomach hurt again, and I felt nauseous. I drank a cup of calming tea—bitter, but safe for the pup.*

*February 26, 2023: Evander told me he had to attend a pack meeting and wouldn’t be home that night. But I knew he was going to see Zayla. My dear pup, you might not have a father. I can’t compete with his first mate.*

*February 27, 2023: Evander was injured in a rogue attack late last night. He woke up today remembering everyone—except me. I’ve lost hope.*

I closed the notebook and placed it back on the right side of the middle shelf, where he’d find it eventually. The third drawer of his desk held some of my personal belongings. I slipped the medical records inside and locked it, the key cold in my hand.

Everything toxic needed to end—Zayla, Evander, even his pretentious parents, who had always looked down on me. Alphas and Lunas might command respect, but they weren’t immune to their own flaws. I wasn’t holding out hope for him to change. But once I left, I wasn’t going to let them forget what they’d lost.

March 1, 2023. I set the breakfast I’d prepared on the dining table, the scent of freshly baked bread mingling with the crisp morning air. Evander, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, had just woken up, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he entered the room. His presence was commanding, as it always was, but today it felt colder, more distant.

I offered him a smile, but he didn’t even glance my way as he took his seat at the head of the table. I let it slide; ever since Zayla, a Delta from the Crimson Fang Pack, had started whispering about ending her bond with her mate, Evander had been withdrawing from me, his Luna, as if I were nothing more than a shadow in his pack.

I didn’t believe for a moment that his amnesia was genuine. Over the past few days, I’d tested him, subtly probing his memory, and I was certain he was pretending. His cold demeanor, his so-called memory loss—it was all a ploy to force me to be the one to initiate the separation. The mate bond between us, once strong and unbreakable, now felt like a frayed thread, and he was tugging at it, waiting for it to snap.

His question from yesterday still rang in my ears, mocking me. “Was it love that brought us together?” he’d asked, his tone dripping with condescension. As if the Moon Goddess’s decree could be so easily dismissed.

We ate in silence, the clink of silverware against plates the only sound in the room. As I peeled an apple, the knife moving steadily in my hands, Evander’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, and his expression shifted instantly, a smile lighting up his face, warm and genuine in a way it hadn’t been with me in weeks.

“Zayla, hey,” he said, his voice softening. “I’m up. My head’s still a bit fuzzy, but nothing major. Make sure to dress warmly. Yeah, I’m at the den; drop by whenever.”

I froze mid-peel, my fingers tightening around the knife. Should I really step back and let them flaunt their rekindled bond in front of me? As Luna, I had my pride, and the thought of enduring their shameless display again made my stomach churn.

After breakfast, I cleared the table and told Evander I was heading out. “Alright,” he said, his attention already drifting. “Zayla’s coming over to take care of me later, so no need to worry.”

I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. “That’s good. I’m not worried then. I’ll be back tonight; I have something to discuss with you after dinner.”

His eyes met mine, searching for something—perhaps guilt, perhaps hesitation. But he wouldn’t find it. My gaze was steady, my resolve unshaken.

“Okay,” he said, his tone neutral, but I could feel the undercurrent of tension between us, the weight of what was to come hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.