Chapter 1
Five years ago, my husband, Alpha Brooks, vanished without a trace in the Boundless Forest. They never found his body.
Now, on the night of the full moon, the Pack doctor called me personally. His voice was urgent, shaking. Alpha Brooks has been found.
The good news? He’s alive. Healthy. Breathing.
The bad news? He’s getting married.
Beta Julian had spent the entire ride trying to talk sense into me. I refused to listen. I won’t give up.
I was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess. The one Brooks spent two years chasing, five years cherishing, and proposed to twice. How could he forget me so easily? My fingers brushed the ring still sitting on my hand—a cold, bitter reminder that once upon a time, he was mine.
The journey was grueling, the roads uneven. My stomach churned with nausea, my body aching after hours of travel. It took ten long hours before we finally arrived in the small town near the Pack.
“We’re here,” Beta Julian murmured. His tone was cautious, hesitant. “He doesn’t remember anything, so you have to—”
I barely heard him. My entire body tensed as I stared at the wooden door in front of me. My breath hitched.
He’s behind that door.
When Beta Julian pushed it open, the sound of seashell wind chimes filled the air, ringing out in soft, melodic tones.
The courtyard before me was nothing like the world Brooks and I once shared. A pebble-lined path led to a cozy-looking house. A massive wooden swing sat in one corner. A golden retriever lazily stretched under a tree, surrounded by cats.
So many cats.
My breath caught in my throat. Brooks hated cats.
The beaded curtain at the entrance shifted, seashells clicking together as someone stepped outside.
A man.
Tall. Lean. Familiar.
I went still, my pulse hammering as my gaze locked onto him.
Brooks.
I had seen men who looked like him before—men with golden hair and fair skin. But this man was sharper. Colder. His features were more defined, his jaw stronger, his entire presence commanding. A red string hung around his neck, and just beneath his left eye was a tear-shaped mole.
My heart stopped.
“Alpha… Brooks,” I whispered, my voice trembling, thick with unshed tears.
His piercing gaze met mine.
And there was nothing.
No recognition. No flicker of familiarity.
Nothing.
“Who are you?” His tone was flat. Distant.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Brooks, it’s me…”
His expression darkened. His voice grew colder.
“Sorry, ma’am. You’ve got the wrong person.”
No.
I knew it was him. I could feel it in my bones, in my soul. He was mine.
Beta Julian quickly stepped in, his voice steady. “Apologies for disturbing you. We’re travelers looking for a place to stay. Do you have any rooms available?”
Brooks—or whoever he thought he was—studied us for a moment before lifting a brow. “How many rooms?”
“Two.”
Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the house, not sparing me a second glance.
A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
I wanted him to look back. To recognize me.
But his gaze had passed right through me, as if I were a stranger.
The man I loved—the one who once swore to protect me, cherish me—was standing right in front of me.
And yet…
He didn’t even know my name.
Tears blurred my vision as the truth crashed down on me.
Alpha Brooks didn’t remember me.
