My Alpha Forgot Me, Until I Took His Throne

Just as I was excitedly preparing for our mate ceremony, my fiancé Alexander was ambushed. His wolf took devastating damage, leaving his memories intact for everyone in the world—except me. He erased me completely. I tried again and again to help him remember. It only made him despise me more, driving him straight into the arms of his new chosen mate. Her name was Vivian—a girl who looked eerily like me, but possessed a powerful wolf of her own. Time after time, he tore my heart to shreds. He even threw me out of the pack territory, abandoning me to barely survive a brutal rogue attack. It wasn't until I tumbled down a rocky cliff, broken and bleeding, that his memories finally snapped back. He rushed toward me, weeping, screaming that he remembered who I was. Too bad. My awakened wolf whispered inside my head: "We don't know him!" "I told you, I don't know who the hell you are!" Alexander violently jerked his arm away from my grasp. Vivian, a she-wolf sent from our ally, the Ridge Pack, stood glued to his side, gloating at my misery. "Ms. Davis, Alexander doesn't remember you anymore," she purred sweetly. "Why keep embarrassing yourself?" I couldn't understand. Why did he forget only me? Before the ambush, I was the one he loved above all else. I stood frozen, humiliated and pathetic, but I couldn't bring myself to walk away. Right then, Alexander reached out and clasped a delicate necklace around Vivian's throat. "Is this for me?!" Vivian gasped in pure delight. "Yeah. It looks gorgeous on you," Alexander said, his eyes full of tenderness. My breath hitched. That sapphire necklace—Alexander designed it with his own hands as a surprise for our mate ceremony. He had been ambushed on his way to pick it up from the jeweler. "No! You can't!" I blurted out. Both of them looked up at me. Alexander’s eyes held a cold, venomous disgust I had never seen before. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Vivian's neck. "Only you deserve a sapphire this breathtaking." I watched Vivian blush with smug satisfaction, stumbling backward a few steps. Before my tears could spill over, I turned and ran. Back at our house, I yanked open the liquor cabinet and poured whatever bottle I grabbed straight down my throat. In my drunken haze, I saw Alexander standing in the doorway. Grief-stricken, I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. It wasn't a dream. I was actually holding Alexander in my arms. His body stiffened, but for a second, he didn't shove me off. Like an instinctive reflex, he muttered under his breath. "Ella..." My heart stopped. I jerked my head up to look at him. Before I could even process it, a brutal force shoved me backward onto the hard floor. Vivian swayed in front of Alexander, shielding him with an ugly sneer. "Ms. Davis, have you no shame? Alexander is my mate now." Those words pinned me like daggers. I stared at Alexander in utter disbelief. Whatever tenderness he had shown vanished instantly. He glared down at me, his voice pure ice. "What the hell are you doing in my house? Pack your shit and get the fuck out." Before his voice even died down, pack enforcers grabbed me by the arms. Under his orders, they ransacked every drawer and cabinet, destroying the home I had built with my own hands. Vases shattered on the floor. Pastries were stomped into paste. All our matching mugs and couple items were dumped straight into the trash can. I bit the inside of my lip, fighting back the burning tears. "Alex, when your memory comes back, you can treat me however you want. But right now... you can't do this to me." He let out a harsh scoff. "If I forgot you, it only proves you never meant shit to me in the first place. What else is there to explain?" That one sentence sealed my fate. I was thrown out into the dirt along with my battered luggage. My stomach flared with agony. I curled up on the pavement, soaked in cold sweat. Alexander used to strictly forbid me from drinking. My stomach was notoriously frail. He had pampered and protected me so well that I had completely forgotten my chronic pain. Yet tonight, I just wanted to lose my mind in numbness! Alexander stepped outside, looking down on me like I was dirt under his boots. His eyes flicked over my pale face and frail frame, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "I heard you don't even have a wolf." He crouched down, grabbing my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. "Werewolves shift at eighteen. How old are you now? Twenty?" "A pathetic cripple who can't even awaken her own wolf—how the hell did I ever settle for you?" His voice dripped with revulsion, as if handling toxic garbage. "You know what the first thing I did when I woke up was? I asked Vivian—'Who is that woman?'" "She told me you were my fiancée. I almost laughed out loud." "I'm Alexander, son of the Alpha, the future leader of this pack. How could I ever love a wolfless defect like you?" He let go of my jaw, wiping his fingers on his pants as if he'd touched something filthy. "You aren't fit to stand beside me." He turned his back on me and tossed over his shoulder: "Get lost. Don't let me ever catch sight of you again." I lay collapsed on the ground as the rain started to fall. A drop, two drops, and then a violent downpour. I had been frail since childhood. While other pack kids ran through the woods all night, I was breathless after a thirty-minute walk. At eighteen, every wolf my age shifted into their beast, except me. To my face, pack members stayed quiet, but behind my back, they called me "the pack disgrace." Only Alexander never cared. He told me he loved me for who I was, not for my wolf. And now, he didn't even remember. Rain soaked my clothes, ice seeping deep into my bones. My fragile body was never built to endure this torture. My forehead began to burn, and my vision swam. I tried to push myself up, but my knees buckled, sending me crashing face-first into a puddle. Nobody came to help. I collapsed in the rain, a raging fever swallowing my consciousness into black.When I finally opened my eyes, Mom and Dad were hovering over my bed, letting out massive sighs of relief when they saw me wake up. "Ella, you terrified us! You were out in the rain all night, running a 104-degree fever! The pack healer said if you were brought in any later, you wouldn't have made it..." Mom broke down and pulled me into a fierce, weeping hug. "My poor baby..." Dad was shaking with rage, cursing Alexander's name repeatedly. I stared blankly at the ceiling, every bone in my body aching. It had always been like this. Normal wolves could soak in the rain all night and catch nothing more than a sniffle. I, on the other hand, almost died from a fever. A body without a wolf was even more fragile than an ordinary human's. *Ding.* My phone lit up. It was a photo from Vivian— A selfie of her and Alexander, locked in a passionate kiss, captioned: *Thank the Moon Goddess for bringing you to me.* My hand trembled violently. Out of nowhere, a violent wave of nausea hit me, and I threw up all over the sheets. Tears mingled with bile, leaving me a shattered, pathetic mess. My parents panicked, scrambling to clean me up. I clutched my head, sobbing in absolute breakdown. A sudden loud crash broke through the room—the hospital door was kicked wide open. Several pack enforcers stood in the threshold, glaring down at Dad with stone-cold eyes. Dad’s face went pale. He exchanged a heavy look with Mom, then quietly walked out with them. Mom’s eyes were bloodshot as she clutched me tight. At first, she refused to tell me what was happening. Only after I begged and pressed her did the truth come out. My parents couldn't bear to see me humiliated. How could they let their precious, pampered daughter be trampled like dirt? They went to demand justice from Alpha Carter. They never expected Alexander to be so ruthless. He used his authority as the future Alpha to throw Dad into the pack dungeons on bogus charges of treason. "It's bad, sweetie," Mom whispered, her voice shaking, trying to sound brave. "Don't worry about us. You just focus on staying alive. That's all that matters." I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. I ripped off the blanket and swung my legs off the bed. I was going to confront Alexander face to face. Mom couldn't stop me, but terrified for my safety, she followed right behind me. I went back to the home we used to share. It didn't matter if Alexander had forgotten me. What right did he have to throw my dad in prison? *Beep—* The digital lock buzzed red: fingerprint unrecognized. Biting my lip, I punched in the passcode. Error. Tears spilled down my cheeks. Just as Mom placed a soothing hand on my shoulder, raising her fist to bang on the door, The door clicked open from the inside. Vivian stood there wearing silk loungewear, fresh mating marks clearly visible along the curve of her neck. When she saw me, she let out an amused giggle and turned to Mom. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Davis. Why don't you come inside?" Seeing her act like she owned the place made Mom tremble with fury. Mom turned to drag me away, But remembering why we came, I held her back and pulled her into the living room. Alexander lounged carelessly on the sofa, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. When he saw me, he froze. A flash of intense excitement and raw emotion flickered in his eyes. The next second, he clutched his temples, groaning in pain, looking lost and agonized. Moments later, he raised his head. His eyes were dead ice once more. "What the hell are you doing back here?" Vivian gave him a playful scolding glance, then beamed at us hospitably. "Ella, I might have crossed the line yesterday. I was actually going to apologize to you today, but you beat me to it." She pointed toward the dining table with a sweet smile. "Whatever you need to say, let's eat first. Why don't you try some of my homemade soup?" Alexander silently took his seat at the head of the table, not sparing me a single glance. Mom looked at me worriedly. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, shaking my head. "I'm fine, Mom." I wanted to see what kind of game this bitch was playing. I pulled out a chair and sat down. Vivian eagerly ladled a bowl of hot soup and placed it in front of me with a wide smile. "Try it." I gave her a suspicious look and took a small sip. Instantly, I knew something was wrong. It tasted foul, coated with a strange, medicinal bitterness. Seeing my brows furrow, Vivian burst out laughing. "What's wrong? Not to your taste?" I slammed the spoon down, staring at her coldly. "What did you put in this?" Vivian shrugged, blinking with fake innocence. "I just wanted you to taste reality. A wolfless cripple like you... what right do you have to stand beside Alexander?"I shot out of my seat. Mom couldn't hold back her fury any longer. She pointed right at Vivian's face and unleashed a barrage of furious curses. Alexander strode over immediately, pulling Vivian behind his back. Mom pointed her shaking finger at him instead. "Alexander Carter, mark my words—you will regret this for the rest of your miserable life!" Alexander let out a mocking sneer. "Regret? Regret what? Regret dumping a broken woman who can't even shift?" He glared at me, his gaze laced with sheer disgust. "I asked around. You didn't shift at eighteen, you didn't shift at nineteen, and now you're twenty and still an ordinary, useless human." "Do you know what the pack calls you behind your back? The Crimson Pack's greatest shame." "I honestly can't fathom how blind I must have been to ever look at you." Every single word struck my heart like a dagger. I clamped my teeth down so hard that blood filled my mouth. I grabbed Mom's arm. "Let's go." "Ella." Alexander's voice called out behind me. He stepped forward, grabbing my wrist tight. Yet the moment he caught sight of the tear tracks covering my face, he froze. His grip instinctively softened, and a wave of raw panic washed over his features. "You..." I wiped the tears off my cheeks with the back of my sleeve, staring him down with stubborn defiance. Alexander pressed his lips together, his jaw clenching before he spat out: "You showed up uninvited to harass me, and I can let that slide. But who gave you the right to curse out Vivian? Apologize to her right now!" I looked at him in total shock. He wanted me to apologize to the woman who just humiliated me? I clenched my jaw, refusing to utter a single word. Mom’s rage erupted completely. She swung her hand and slapped Alexander across the face with a deafening crack. Vivian shrieked, lunging forward and shoving me with all her might. "Don't you dare touch my man!" Caught completely off guard, I was thrown backward, crashing hard against the sharp corner of the oak table. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I didn't even notice the pain in my head. Because between my legs, A warm, heavy rush of blood was pooling out. Mom fell to her knees in front of me, utterly frantic. "Ella! Baby, look at me! Don't be scared, Mommy is taking you to the clinic right now..." Alexander’s breath hitched in his throat. Pure instinct took over—he scooped me into his arms, bursting through the front door and racing toward his car. Mom scrambled right behind him, crying out. Leaving Vivian behind, grinding her teeth in murderous jealousy. As my vision blurred and darkened, I caught the frantic terror on Alexander's face. My ice-cold fingers reached up, touching his cheek, tears slipping helplessly down my temples. "Alex..." "...I'm right here." Alexander stared down at me with conflicted agony, his head throbbing like it was about to split open. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, barking into his phone: "Clear the clinic entrance right now! If anything happens to her, I'll have all your heads!" That was the last sentence I heard before I succumbed to the dark. When I opened my eyes again, The heavy scents of burning herbs and incense hung thick in the air. Alexander was slumped against the side of my bed. The moment I shifted, his sharp senses caught it. He jerked upright, his gaze locking with mine. His eyes were rimmed with shame, guilt, and raw awkwardness. The door clicked open. Mom walked in holding a warm thermos. Seeing me awake, her eyes instantly welled with fresh tears. I parted my dry lips. "What happened, Mom?" Mom couldn't bring herself to speak. Instead, Alexander's voice cracked into the silence. "I'm sorry... I caused you to miscarry." Before the words could even settle, Mom slapped him across the face again, the echo ringing through the sterile room. "Her baby is dead!" she screamed, hysteria tearing her voice apart. "Are you even human?! How dare you say that so casually?!" I went completely numb. A flicker of impatient frustration crossed Alexander’s brow. He didn't know why his chest was pounding in terror, but he hated feeling out of control. I stared blankly at him, my voice completely hollow. "Mom... please give us a minute. I need to talk to him." Mom hesitated, choking back a sob, before finally walking out of the room. I looked at Alexander, opening my mouth to speak. His phone suddenly buzzed with an urgent message. He answered with a few clipped words, his expression darkening by the second. Finally, he whipped his head around, glaring at me with bared teeth. "Where is Vivian? What kind of trap did you set for her?!"My brain was entirely blank. Before I could even register his accusation, his hand locked around my wrist, violently dragging me out of bed. Weak and bleeding from the miscarriage, I crashed straight onto my knees, my head spinning with dizziness. Alexander gave me no room to speak. In front of nurses and pack members alike, he dragged me across the floor and shoved me into the passenger seat of his SUV. Stripped of every shred of dignity. My knees were raw and bloody. He slammed the accelerator, speeding toward the outskirts of the territory. I clutched the seatbelt, my voice trembling. "What are you doing, Alexander?!" He stayed dead silent. Ignoring my terrified pleas, he drove the truck deep up the mountain trails. The early autumn night carried a biting chill. The mountain wind cut straight through my thin hospital gown, sinking into my marrow. And right there, on the edge of the dark cliffside, he threw me out into the dirt. My teeth chattered uncontrollably from the cold. Alexander stood over me, looking down with unyielding cruelty. "I'm giving you one last chance. Where is Vivian?" Where was Vivian? How the hell would I know?! Gasping for breath, I looked up at him, pleading with everything I had left. "I don't know... I swear to Goddess, I don't know..." Alexander let out a venomous curse, refusing to waste another second on me. He climbed back into the driver's seat, slammed the gas, and sped away in a cloud of dust. Leaving me completely alone on the freezing mountain. Heat suddenly roared beneath my skin. My forehead burned like fire, and hallucinations began dancing in the corners of my eyes. I was already weak. My body hadn't recovered from the blood loss of losing my child, and now I had been discarded on a freezing mountain. The fever hit me like a freight train. My vision blurred completely; my legs turned to water. I lost my balance and tumbled down the rocky slope. Through the haze of dirt and agony, I saw a pair of designer boots step up to me. A foot slammed violently into my lower abdomen. Pain flared through my entire body. It wasn't a hallucination. Vivian was standing over me, her mouth moving, spitting words I couldn't comprehend. All I knew was the blinding agony tearing through my flesh. My mind drifted away, sinking into total oblivion. When I finally stirred, it was to the sound of Mom's hysterical screams. I was strapped onto a gurney, being rushed through the doors of the Crimson Pack Hospital. As one of the largest packs in the region, we had our own state-of-the-art medical facility. On the surface, it looked just like a modern human hospital. White walls, bright LED panels, the smell of rubbing alcohol mingled with traditional wolf healing salves. The only difference: the pack healers didn't rely on scalpels, but channeled ancestral wolf energy to mend flesh and bone. On the massive flat screen in the main lobby, a broadcast was replaying Alexander's grand proposal to Vivian. They were wrapped in each other's arms, looking like the ultimate power couple. Alexander held Vivian close, his voice firm and broadcasted through the speakers: "I swear, from this day forward, I will never let anyone hurt you again." A dazed numbness washed over me. I vaguely remembered... he had whispered those exact same words to me once. So. A sacred vow... Can be handed to two different women without shame? My lips parted in a bitter, broken smile as Alexander's recorded voice echoed once more: "We are preparing for our mating ceremony. Thank you all for your blessings." It was over. Everything was settled. My heavy eyelids fluttered shut. In that exact second, Whatever was left of my shattered heart snapped into dust. At the same time, the healer's terrified shouts rang in my ears: "Vitals are crashing! Prepare for emergency resuscitation!" Mom leaned over the railing of my bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Through their fragmented shouts, I pieced together my fate: My internal injuries hadn't healed from the miscarriage, and the brutal fall down the mountain shattered my ribs. Organ failure was setting in. I was slipping away. The healers promised Mom they would do everything in their power. I weakly curled my fingers around Mom's hand. Alexander’s face drifted across my mind one last time. The vow we made to grow old together under the moon. The promise I made him, swearing I would never be the first to let go. I guess... I couldn't keep it after all. My breathing grew shallower, fading to a whisper. Mom's wails tore through the corridor. Right then, Behind the double glass doors of the ICU, A frantic figure slammed against the glass. Alexander. He was pounding on the reinforced glass like a rabid animal, Screaming my name, Chanting "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again. Too bad... I couldn't hear him anymore.