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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

"No, Kaelen, you can't just eat moonberries raw."


Smiling, I took the bright red berries from his hand and shook my head. "These are medicinal herbs, not a snack."


He made a face, then suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "I'm hungry."


It's been three months since we returned to our little town.


I've reopened the herb shop, and Kaelen—this former Alpha with amnesia—is now seen by the townsfolk as a kind, if a bit "quirky" husband.


He doesn't remember his former power or status, but he's kept his werewolf strength and instincts. During the day, he helps me gather herbs and carry heavy things; at night, he transforms into a majestic black wolf, watching over me by my side.


Beta drops by every now and then with news from the pack.


Blackwood is gradually getting steady under his lead, and the dust-up with Silvermoon has also cooled, thanks to a few smaller packs stepping in to mediate.


Chapter 9