Faked Amnesia 2

Chapter 2 

Chapter 2 

Night had fallen by the time I left the Pack Registry. I hailed a taxi and pulled out my phone, fingers trembling as I searched for flights to Crestwood. 

Crestwood General Hospital-the medical heart of the Eastern Territories. Their nursing program was renowned throughout the werewolf community for its trauma care specialty-especially for treating injuries unique to our kind. More importantly, it was far beyond Miller’s reach. 

I’d dreamed of studying there since completing my basic pack training, but Miller had always protested, claiming he couldn’t bear the distance between mates. So I’d deferred my acceptance for a year, working part-time at the pack clinic and taking photography gigs on the side while waiting for him. 

God, what an idiot I’d been. 

Well, not anymore. The mating ceremony was off. The bond was done. I was getting out of the Northern Territories and going somewhere he couldn’t 

follow. 

My name change petition still needed a full moon cycle to process-pack law wouldn’t let you shed your identity without proper ceremony. But I wasn’t waiting around for that. 

I booked a flight for the first day of next month and fired off my acceptance to the nursing program. 

Back in my apartment, I shed my rain-soaked clothes. After a long shower to wash away the day’s emotions, I finally found rest. 

For the first time since the new moon, my wolf slept peacefully, no longer yearning for its supposed mate. 

The next morning, after a light breakfast of rare meat that I barely tasted, I began the painful task of purging everything connected to Miller from my territory. 

His gifts, our matching ceremonial robes blessed under the full moon, the letters sealed with his scent during our courtship… Five boxes full of memories, each item still carrying traces of what I’d once thought was true love. 

I dragged them out of my apartment one by one, depositing them in the waste bins. Each item I let go of sent a dull ache through my chest-my wolf mourning what we were leaving behind. 

As I worked, an engine roared in the distance, growing louder. 

Screech. 

I looked up. Miller’s Porsche sat idling in front of his apartment, all sleek black lines and arrogant power. The driver’s door swung open. 

Miller stepped out with another she-wolf draped across him. 

My hands stilled on the box I was carrying. 

Even seeing me there, Miller didn’t flinch or try to hide her. 

Of course he wouldn’t. He was still playing his little amnesia game. Ever since his “memory loss,” he’d been treating me like a stranger-right out in the open. 

He kicked me out of the master bedroom and made me stay in the basement-keeping me close enough to control, but not close enough to inconvenience him. 

Three months of playing the fool. 

I turned back to the box in my hands, ignoring whatever show he planned to put on. 

“Why are you throwing away my things?” 

Miller stood at the edge of my driveway, the she wolf still clinging to his arm. His expression had darkened. 

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I cast him a cold glance. “Weren’t you suffering from memory loss? How do you recognize your own things?” 

Realizing his slip, Miller quickly composed himself, affecting an air of alpha indifference. “Just curious about what I smell. How could I possibly remember? The past is past. Now my wolf recognizes only Mora. After all, she was the only one who tended my wounds after the rogue wolf attack in the Southern Territory.” 

Attack? There was never any attack-it was all an elaborate deception from the start. 

My lips curved into a slight smile as I studied the she-wolf in his arms. Expensive cosmetics, a figure that spoke of hours in the gym, revealing clothes designed to draw attention, and Mora wolf-eyes full of triumph. A new face in our territory. 

Likely his favorite conquest during this time, which explained why he brazenly brought her into his den. 

With nothing more to say to either wolf, I merely hummed in acknowledgment before turning back toward my sanctuary. 

I could feel his gaze on my back as I walked away, his alpha instincts stirring uneasily. 

He’d brought another female into his territory-shouldn’t I be crying? Shouldn’t my wolf be howling in distress? 

Let him wonder. 

At eight, someone rang my doorbell. 

I set down the moving box I was packing and opened the door to find Miller’s new she-wolf. 

Mora raised her hand in greeting, wearing a smile that didn’t reach her predatory eyes. “Hello, I’m Mora Chen. I’ll be joining Miller’s pack. Since we’re denmates now, shall we exchange numbers?” 

“No need.” I moved to close the door. 

Mora snatched my phone from the hall table, quickly typing in her contact information. Noting my darkening expression, she returned the phone with a smirk. “Let’s be friends-we’re denmates now after all.” She leaned against the doorframe, her smile sharpening. “Oh, speaking of which… you wouldn’t happen to have any heat suppressants, would you? Miller’s rut triggered mine early. We’ve been going at it so much I’m worried about an unwanted litter.” 

She laughed, low and mocking. “Though I suppose that’s not something YOU need to worry about anymore. When was the last time Miller’s wolf even wanted to mount yours?” 

My face paled, my wolf recoiling as if struck. My hand trembled as I took back my phone. 

“No.” 

Mora’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “No? Nothing? Well, if you change your mind about those suppressants…” She traced a finger down the doorframe. “We go through them fast. Miller can’t seem to keep his hands-or his knot-off me.” 

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