Chapter 3
Retrograde amnesia
It was when one received a traumatic injury on the head that caused serious damage in certain regions of the brain, or so the doctor went on to explain. As a result, I lost the memories I formed before the onset of the amnesia, specifically those I had made past the age
of fifteen
“I have amnesia?” I repeated absentmindedly until a thought struck me. My eyes narrowed in suspicion, and I began to slowly approach the doctor. “Or maybe you’re lying?
“O–Of course not, Ma am. I wouldn’t get a single dime by doing so
“Indeed, you wouldn’t.” I continued to creep closer, daunting and unblinking, my knife–like gaze seemingly boring holes into the old man’s soul “Unless you plan to sell me on an auction or something–put me in rags and chains, post my nudes up on the black market. I’m fairly aware you’d get much more than a dime by doing that”
The doctor was starting to shake in fear, as he should. Soon, he would finally crack from the pressure and tell the truth. All of this was nothing but a skit, and I was being tricked,
At least, that was what I wanted to believe.
I think all of you have done enough here,” the man I hit earlier suddenly spoke up in a stern, imposing tone as he stood up and faced me again. “You may leave this to me.”
Oh, yes, of course!” the doctor said quickly before stepping away from me, looking grateful for the save. “I’ll give you the test results later today. For now, it’ll be best to let Mrs. Silvermoon have more rest. Please, take your time explaining things to her-
Now, hold on a sec, old man!”
him? He’s not a doctor, nigh shouted, not at all pleased with how I was being passed around like this. “Why’re you leaving me to
For the hundredth time, and most likely not for the last, everyone in the hospital room looked at me in shock. It seemed anything I did and said would get the same dumbfounded reaction, so I just ignored thent
“You, umm… You really didn’t see him anywhere before. Ma’am?” the other guy asked from the side, blinking at me as if confirming if I was even hurnan. “Like never ever?”
“Maybe from one of those wanted criminal posters?” I squinted my eyes at the man in question. “I mean, he gives off serial killer vibes. Are you sure he’s not an intruder?”
“Uhhh.. No, he’s not a criminal nor an intruder,” the doctor corrected, clearly trying to stay calm. “Does he even look like one, to begin with?”
‘No, but that’s what a professional would want you to think, and I’ve always lived to trust my danger instincts when it comes to people like him,” I muttered in a low voice, mostly talking to myself. “Well, fair enough. On closer look, while he’s not that handsome, he’s decent, I guess.”
Out of all the things I said, it seemed that this one brought the most emotional damage. “What now?” Going by the looks on their faces, it was like I told them that it was the end of the world
Tm… not handsome to you?” the man blurted out, which must have been so uncharacteristic of him that everyone looked even more nonplussed. “Are you for real?”
“Another sign he’s a psycho is when he displays narcissistic behavior.” I regarded him warily. “He thinks everyone’s attracted to him just
He thi
because he is a bit good–looking”
“Please excuse me. Ma’am Vivienne, the other guy spoke up, though he looked like he’d rather not. But this man over here, Alpha Chrysander Silvermoon, is your mate.”
1 blinked several times. Now, it was my turn to receive emotional damage.
For the next seconds to come, I found myself unable to speak as I tried to process the information. It was an intense moment. Then, in a flash, I turned to the man who dropped the bomb, giving him the most menacing glare that I could muster
“I see you’re the biggest liar of them all. Hell has a special place for sinners like you”
“I–I–Fu sorry!” the guy squeaked out, terrified by the murderous look in my eyes. “B–But it’s the t–truth M–My boss is y–your husband!”
was about to retort when the so–called husband stepped forward. Chrysander was what he said his name was,
3:35 PM
Chapter 3
“You don’t have my mark, but I can show you our marriage papers or whatever, he started, speaking this time in a steely, vehement tone that made me flinch a bit. If you continue to doubt every word we tell you, I’ll show you evidence, so just shut up already. You did nothing but trouble every one of us here by getting yourself caught.”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed, turning to him with furrowed brows. “But I’m the victim-”
“YOU HEAR ME,” he snapped all of a sudden, it seemed he had run out of patience. “Listen, since you don’t remember, I’ll tell you right here and now. You’re already twenty–four years old, for crying out loud. I don’t care what you think or how you feel. You’ve got to quit acting like a brat who doesn’t know how to stay put and follow as she’s told.”
Hearing such harsh words from the man who claimed himself to be my mate, I froze up completely, as though a blizzard passed through and drained out all the warmth in my body.
His eyes glowed a malevolent silver color, and he bared his sharp fangs. Alphas were dominating by nature–but this one was a tyrant, I cowered almost in an instant, barely able to hide my fear as I struggled breathing.
The air around him was overwhelming, striking terror within me and a sensation unlike any of what I felt before
—an urge to submit.
So, this is what an alpha can do, and my mate too.. The shivers crawling through me now were against my will–almost like it was by reflex. Just why would I bond with such a man?”
sensed that my body considered this a recurring natural reaction, further proving that this Chrysander Silvermoon truly held that of power over me,
I believed that the Moon Goddess had a vendetta against me when the deity chose Alpha Chrysander as my mate.
Since being discharged from the hospital, I was sent to his private resort, or more like, was confined in that gilded cage by the crook- faced despot. I was forbidden to wander around the massive house. Those who had to watch over me were ordered to never let me step a foot outside, much to my dismay.
‘I could just burn this place to the ground.‘ I mused. “But that’s too much work, and besides, there are other ways!
It was hard to regain my footing in this new world I woke up in Everything was so different from what I remembered. Not only had my appearance changed tremendously, but according to everyone, my character had too.
The most unbelievable part was that I was the mate of a billionaire who was also the head of a powerful pack
“I must’ve been forced to drink a love potion at some point.
It’s so extremely bizarre that it would probably take me forever to get used to it. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t fathom how exactly I ended up marrying the Silvermoon Lycan. Not only did he possess immense wealth, but he also carried overwhelming influence–the pure embodiment of a king.
“I’ll call him His Scumbag Majesty from now on.
a
Chrysander didn’t see me as his Luna, however, or even a woman. I recalled how he looked at me with much disdain; that was the last 1 saw of him.
He never showed his face again. “If he’s the least bit worried, he’d still see me no matter how busy he was.. and even after I punched the living daylights out of him” I smirked at the memory.
Chrysander didn’t bother sending a word or taking even just a glimpse, I didn’t need to remember him to know that this was a loveless marriage.
Fine by me. I don’t want to see his oh–so–punchable face again anyway. I told myself as I walked to the balcony, a makeshift rope out of bed sheets in hand. The doctor said that it’s a miracle that I even survived. The least I can do is to treasure this second life!
I’d just have to deal with the world as it was rather than how I wanted it to be. With that in mind, I threw the rope over the balcony railings.
Once I was out of that prison, I’d find ways to contact my pack next. I held onto the rope tightly and then began to scale down the wall.
Hah! So long, suckers-”
“What are you doing??
