Faked Amnesia 1

Chapter 1 

On the eve of our mating ceremony, Miller suddenly claimed to have lost his memory. 

He remembered everyone else, his pack, his Alpha duties, his entire life. Just not me-his future Luna. 

That day, I clutched a vial of ancient memory restoration potion in my trembling hands, my heart racing as I rushed to find him at the pack house. 

Three months. I’d consulted healers from seven packs, pored over ancient records by candlelight, tracked down every obscure remedy I could find. And this potion-the rarest of them all-was my last hope. 

My fingers had just brushed the cold brass handle of his study door when voices drifted through the heavy oak 

“Alpha Miller, that memory loss act is brilliant! How did you even come up with it? Isla bought it completely. How long are you planning to keep this up?” 

I froze, hand suspended in mid-air. 

Act? 

“Another month or so.” Miller’s voice was lazy, amused. “I needed a break from her constant hovering. This way she pities me instead of smothering 

me.” 

The vial nearly slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers. 

“Smart. But isn’t she useful?” 

“She is obedient, makes me look reformed.” A pause. “But fuck, she’s plain. Those pathetic grateful eyes every time I touch her, like she can’t believe I’d want her. I can’t even bring myself to mark her. It kills any desire.” 

Each word hit like a physical blow. My lungs forgot how to work. 

I knew I wasn’t beautiful. Not like the other she-wolves with their willowy figures and delicate features. 

But Miller used to cup my face and tell me it didn’t matter-that I was beautiful to him, that the mate bond made me perfect in his 

I’d believed every word. God, what a fool I’d been. 

“If she finds out, she won’t just forgive you this time. What if she tries to leave?” 

eyes. 

“Look at Beta Carter’s situation-his mate fled to the northern territories when she discovered his affair. He’s been searching for two years. Still can’t 

find her.” 

Miller’s laughter was dark, utterly confident. “Isla? She’ll never leave. Too loyal, too desperate for my approval. Feould parade a dozen she wolves in front of her and she’d still be waiting at home. That’s why I can do whatever I want-she’s not going anywhere.” 

The pack members howled their approval at their Alpha’s confidence, champagne bottles popping in celebration. 

I felt numb all over, stumbling out of the pack hall and plunging headlong into the raging storm outside. 

The sacred memory potion slipped from my trembling fingers, shattering on the ground. 

As I watched the purple liquid mix with rain and mud, long-buried memories stirred in my mind. 

I met Miller Sullivan on my eighteenth birthday. The mate bond hit me during his Alpha ceremony. 

He felt nothing. 

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Chapter 1 

Miller was Alpha. I was nobody. But the one-sided bond made me obsessed, so I chased him for three years like a fool. Everyone knew-pack gossip laughed at me, his girlfriends smirked when they saw me conting.Miller was always polite, never cruel. Just indifferent. 

Then one night, rogues ambushed his patrol near the border. 

I was leaving the clinic late when I heard the fighting and saw him go down under three wolves with silver weapons. 

I grabbed the medical kit and ran. Threw silver solution, jabbed tranquilizers, screamed for backup through the pack link. My ribs cracked, my arm shredded, but backup arrived in time. 

Three days later, I woke up in the medical wing. Miller was sitting beside my bed. 

“You saved my life,” he said. “I feel the bond now.” 

We were together after that. Miller seemed perfect at first-until I started noticing how he never held my hand at pack gatherings, how his eyes always found Mora across the room, all those canceled plans. 

Three months ago, he claimed a rogue attack took his memory. Only of me. 

I’d spent every day since trying to bring him back. 

But it was all fake. From the very beginning. 

The cold started in my chest and spread outward until I couldn’t feel anything at all. 

I returned to my den, water dripping from my clothes. My hands moved mechanically, gathering my identification marks and pack documents. 

Then I headed to the Pack Registry. 

Meeting the registrar’s questioning gaze, I spoke in a hollow voice. 

“I wish to change my name.” 

The registrar reviewed my documents and handed me the sacred ink. 

New name. New city. And without his mark to anchor the bond, distance and time would do the rest, 

My hands trembled as I inscribed both my old and new names in the pack records. “Unmarked bonds fade with distance and time. Once you leave pack lands, he won’t be able to track you.” 

I stared down at my new, secret identity, forcing a bitter smile to my lips. 

He thought I’d never leave. Thought the bond alone was enough to keep me chained. 

From this day forward, no matter where I went or what I did, Miller Sullivan would never find me again. 

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