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I saved a man who'd lost his memory, little did I know he was actually the Alpha of the pack.
We fell in love in a cabin in the woods, becoming fated mates.
Three years later, he got his memory back.
His once-gentle eyes turned cold and distant, and he started making eyes at some noble woman.
At a pack gathering, I was framed for desecrating a sacred relic.
Everyone was pointing fingers at me, him included: "In front of the whole pack, apologize to our ancestors, then personally cleanse the sacred relic."
His voice brooked no argument. "Otherwise, you can choose to leave."
I turned and walked away, but he roared behind me: "Once you leave, you're never setting foot here again!"
The words had barely left his lips when he suddenly shifted into his wolf form, the immense pressure slamming me to the ground.
"I, Kaelen, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, hereby sever all mate bonds with you!"

Alpha's Forgotten Moon Scarred Mate

"Did you hear? Blackwood pack and Silvermoon pack are at war!"


The bottle in my hand nearly slipped. For a month, Kaelen's sudden disappearance had me totally freaked out, and now, this news from a passing werewolf made my blood run cold.


"Spill the details!" I said, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.


"Word is, Blackwood pack found proof that Silvermoon pack was in on Alpha Kaelen's ambush three years back." The werewolf lowered his voice, "The two packs are already duking it out. And get this, Alpha Kaelen himself led a party deep into Silvermoon territory, but they walked right into an ambush..."


I didn't need him to finish. A familiar, searing pain lanced through our mate bond, nearly choking me—just like three years ago when I’d found Kaelen, a bloody mess, in the snow.


Without a second thought, I slammed the shop door shut, threw together some medical supplies, and hit the road back to Blackwood pack.


Chapter 8