I Think I've Lost My Memories.

The blondie walked into the room with a storm in his steps. Without hesitation, he shoved the young doctor aside as though he were nothing more than trash in his path.

The impact was so violent, I could swear the entire room trembled. It was the kind of blow that could knock a normal human unconscious but to my shock, the doctor rose to his feet almost instantly. The wall where he had slammed into now bore a jagged crack, and I swallowed hard.

The Blondie didn't stop there.

He kicked the stool the doctor had been sitting on out of his way with such force that it flew across the room, barely missing the doctor, who instinctively leapt back just in time.

Then, without a word, he yanked the blanket off my body, exposing me completely. A cold breeze rushed over my bare skin, and goosebumps scattered across my flesh. Before I could react, his hand clamped around my upper arm, strong and unrelenting. For a terrifying moment, I thought he was going to throw me just like he had the doctor and if he did, I had no doubt I would actually die from the impact.

But he didn't.

Instead, he dragged me off the bed and shoved me down to the floor. My knees hit the icy tiles with a painful scrape, the sting immediate and raw.

It was only then, kneeling, disoriented, and weak that I realized I was completely naked.

My hands scrambled downwards, covering my seven-inch dragon which was not erect as I tried to shield my dignity.

What the actual heck? Just who is this bastard?!

The IV drip that had been attached to my hand had torn free during the Blondie's rough pull. The needle hadn't snapped in my vein only because I'd instinctively yanked it out myself in the chaos. Blood trailed down my wrist where the puncture had been.

I glared at him, weak but seething.

Just who the fuck is this motherfucker?!

The doctor who should've been concerned about the violent treatment of his patient stood in the corner, his gaze glued to the floor like all of this had absolutely nothing to do with him. Maybe I was expecting too much. He was still trying to recover from that earlier blow himself. Poor guy.

"How could you, you cheap ass?" came a cold voice, thick with disdain and venom.

It belonged to the blondie. His face contorted in fury, though even in anger, his features looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. He was absurdly handsome, and the rage in his eyes didn't dull that.

"Who… who are you?" I managed to croak out. My voice was hoarse, dry, and barely audible. I had wanted to scream those words, to demand answers, but my throat betrayed me.

"Me?" he snapped, his eyes widening with such intensity I thought his sockets might burst. He scoffed loudly and folded his arms across his chest, his posture arrogant, domineering.

"Did you lose your memory now? Is that the game we're playing? You're pretending you don't know me?" He leaned in slightly, lips curling. "I'm your savior. And you betrayed me."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Huh?" I murmured, genuinely confused. My voice was soft, laced with exhaustion and disbelief. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

He gave a low laugh, though there was no humor in it. It was cold, bitter, mocking. "Can you imagine this?" he sneered, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "I pulled you out of the brothel. I paid off all your filthy debt. You promised me that I'd be the first to… to do the deed with you. And now what? You went ahead and gave it to my brother instead? My fucking brother? How could you, you cheap little ass?"

"Wait… what?" I muttered, this time with disgust rising in my throat. The thought of it alone made me want to throw up. My entire body cringed at the implication.

Did the deed with his brother? He meant sex with Alfie.

Damn!

This guy is one of the Alphas.

Just what kind of life had my body lived in this insane world?

How the fuck did I end up in a brothel in the first place? Was it because of this so-called debt he mentioned?

"I… I'm sorry," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I think… I think I've lost my memory. I can't remember anything."

It was the only excuse I had. And from what I could feel inside me, it was the truth.

I know what kind of world this is now, but everything else, who I am, what I've done before, I don't remember any of it.

The blondie turned his head with a sharp flick and spoke to the doctor for the first time.

"What the heck is he saying now, Simon?" His voice was ice-cold, and his eyes never softened. "Did he hit his fucking head after that crazy bastard Alfie claimed him?"

Silence.

Then...

"Alpha Cassian," the doctor began carefully, heaving a deep sigh as though he were choosing each word with the precision of a surgeon. His voice was quiet, almost deferential, as if one wrong syllable could put his life on the line. "Alpha Alfie hasn't claimed the omega yet. The omega was beaten instead. By the time I was summoned, he was in a very bad state."

"What? Beaten?" Cassian's voice cracked with fury. He dropped to his knees beside me immediately, his hands suddenly cradling my face with surprising tenderness. His ocean eyes locked with mine, wild with disbelief. "How could he treat you like this? Look at you. You're so thin... and he still dared to lay his hands on you?"

His abrupt shift in demeanor sent a jolt of anger and utter disbelief through me. Just moments ago, he had yanked me from bed and thrown me to the ground. Now he was acting like I was made of glass because he just learnt that Alfie hasn't had sex with me yet.