Faked Amnesia 3

Chapter 3 

Chapter 3 

I recognized Mora’s deliberate provocation and moved to close my door. 

She caught the edge, dramatically collapsing to the ground with false tears streaming down her face. “Isla, I know you don’t want to see me, but I just wanted to ask about that pasta recipe Miller always talks about. He mentioned how much he loved the way you used to make it for him. I thought if I could learn it, maybe… Why are you being so violent toward me?” 

Before I could react, Miller appeared on the steps, his alpha presence flooding the hallway as he pulled Mora into his arms. 

His eyes, flickering gold, locked onto mine. “Mora’s done nothing wrong. She’s my mate now-know your place.”. 

Over his shoulder, Mora’s tears had vanished, replaced by a triumphant smirk aimed directly at me. 

Miller turned without another glance, carrying her away. She nestled against his chest, her fingers threading through his hair in a gesture I knew too 

well. 

Something cold settled in my chest where warmth used to be. 

I watched them disappear down the corridor, my face expressionless. 

Then slammed the door. 

In the depths of night, my phone buzzed to life. 

Half-asleep, I instinctively checked it. The screen lit up with a video call-pale skin marked with claiming bites, heavy with the scent of their intimacy even through the phone. 

Passionate moans filled my bedroom, mixed with deep, primal growls. 

As the video revealed increasingly explicit images of their mating, I froze, my wolf howling in anguish within my chest. 

Miller’s voice, thick with desire, rumbled through the speaker. “Never provoke Isla again.” 

“You saw through my little game,” Mora purred, “yet you took my side. Is it because you enjoy my body so much? Want to keep playing before coming 

clean with her?” 

Miller’s growl deepened as he gripped Mora’s hips. “You already know the answer. Now show me what my wolf really wants.” 

The camera shifted to Miller’s face, contorted in pleasure. 

My heart turned to ice. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, trying to suppress my wolf’s whimpers of distress. 

As their passion intensified, I finally ended the call. 

My eyes, once sleepy, now swam with tears. I tilted my head back, fighting them. Memories flooded my mind-how gentle he’d been during our intimate moments, always mindful of my comfort, never letting his alpha nature take full control. 

Too considerate, I realized bitterly. Too restrained. Now he need never hold back again. 

Soon, I would release him completely. 

I remained in my apartment for days, emerging only for my best friend Sophie’s wedding. 

At the reception hall, before the ceremony began, I delivered my gift-a delicate silver bracelet. 

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As we caught up, Sophie clutched my hands, eyes bright. “Isla. I invited Miller to the wedding. He’s coming! Perhaps seeing a wedding will trigger his memories of proposing to you?” 

I remained silent, shaking my head. 

Sophie’s smile faded to concern. “What’s wrong? Are you giving up?” 

Before I could respond, Miller entered with Mora on his arm. 

Sophie’s eyes flashed with anger at their intimate display, her hands clenching as she moved to confront them. 

I held her back, my voice heavy with resignation. “Let it go. Soon, it will all be over.” 

Confused by my words, Sophie tried to press further, but her maid of honor called her to prepare for the ceremony. 

The wedding ceremony began, romantic music filling the hall. I took my seat at Miller’s table, the only empty place remaining. 

Throughout the reception, Mora draped herself over Miller, begging him to share delicacies from his plate. 

He indulged her every whim, pouring her wine, cooling her soup with his breath, attending to her every need. He even accepted food from her mouth, a deeply intimate gesture between mates. 

I turned away from their display, focusing on the ceremony stage. 

I hadn’t touched my food, too distracted by their display. My wolf, usually alert to danger, had retreated deep inside, silent in her grief. 

When a server placed dishes on my plate, I reached for the venison without thinking. 

Miller’s hand shot out, snatching it away. “Are you trying to kill yourself ?Almond crust-you’re allergic.” 

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