“Yeah, it’s our pack,” I corrected. “The Night Walkers Pack.”
“Night Walkers…. isn’t that the name of the Lycan King’s pack?” She asked thoughtfully. My heart thudded. So there were things she still remembered.
“Yeah, you’re fucking looking at him,” I remarked, crossing my arms as I walked over to her. Instinctively, she stepped back until her ass touched the wall behind her.
“You’re the Lycan King?” She looked confused, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I fucking am,” I replied.
Would she remember me if I kissed her? I wasn’t sure, but I was not going to fucking risk it and end up pushing her away. No matter how much I wanted to express my love to her and show her that she was my fucking lifeline, I couldn’t. Not until she was ready…
Raihana hadn’t been able to pick anything up, so whatever this was… it should be able to be undone by killing the Djinn.
“I’m going to use the bathroom…” she said, smoothly moving away from me.
“Through there.”
I jerked my head towards the dressing room and bathroom, and she all but ran. I heard her shut and bolt the door, something she would never usually do, leaving me alone in our bedroom. I looked at the ground feeling tiredness settle over me. Life…
I walked over to the bed, dropping onto it, and picked up my phone. I stared at the image on my lock screen… me, Kiara and the kids. I unlocked it and stared at my wallpaper. Her and I… the smile that lit up her face… fuck.
I swallowed, clicked on her number, and skimmed through the messages.
Amore Mio: Love you more
Amore Mio: Can’t fucking wait to see you when I’m back
Amore Mio: Want me to make you brownies tonight?
Al: One hundred fucking percent, do I get to smear them over your tits and lick them off? I like the idea…
I kept scrolling, each one making the pain in my chest grow. How did it come to this? I frowned, remembering her voice message from last night. I scrolled down until I reached it and clicked on it.
“Alejandro… I know I can say this in person, but I just wanted to tell you… I love you; I will always love you… no matter what.” Her voice became a whisper, and I could tell she was fighting back her tears. “I thought I’d message, instead, because tonight we might get a little busy and I… I might forget to tell you… I love you; I love you, Alejandro. No matter what the future holds, you’re mine and I’m yours.”
The message ended and I closed my eyes, hanging my head. This was a fucking nightmare… a fucking nightmare that I wasn’t able to wake up from…
What did the fucker want? Did he not give a fuck that his son was here? Was this all a fucking game? Whatwas he waiting for?
Two hours later, I was pacing the hall. Elijah had shown up, having run in wolf form, and Kiara had been fucking ecstatic to see him. In a way, I was glad she remembered someone, at least someone who could guide her, but it still fucking killed me that she had forgotten me. I was half of her soul… so why had she forgotten me?
She had been uncomfortable with me in the room, so I had stepped out. They were in our bedroom, still talking. Although I was out here, I could still pick up what they were discussing despite the soundproof walls. I guess having far better hearing than the rest was fucking ideal. Some of her questions made my heart fucking clench though.
“How long have I and Alejandro been together?”
“How did we meet?”
“I’m scared.”
Elijah had explained everything that happened with this fucking Crimson King, and, from what I could tell, even showed her some videos of our wedding and shit. For the last half an hour she had been asking about the children, their favourite foods, their likes, dislikes, personalities… it was obvious she was going to give it her all for them. You could take away her memories, but you could not fucking take away her personality, good heart, or what she believed in. I hoped deep down… the memory of her love for us all remained…
Because I fucking felt empty…
“What about Alejandro? He seems… cold,” Kiara’s hesitant soft voice asked.
Had I been cold? Didn’t fucking mean to. What the fuck was I meant to do? Be gentle? I didn’t even know the meaning of that shit. I couldn’t act like a fucking pussy now, could I?
Elijah chuckled.
