His Cursed and Counterfeit Love

On the eve of my bonding ceremony with my Alpha, Damian, he claimed a rogue witch had attacked him while he was retrieving our ceremonial attire. He survived, but the witch had left him with a curse: he had no memory of his mate. I held on to a sliver of hope after discovering I was pregnant with our first fated pup. “Perhaps this child’s powerful life force can break the curse and awaken him,” the healer said. I clung to that single hope, until I accidentally intercepted a mind-link outside the pack’s training grounds. "Faking a curse to ditch the bonding? Fucking brilliant, Damian." His friends were laughing. He was laughing with them. “Shut up! I love Elara. This is the last time I’ll deceive her, I swear. Just let me have a little more fun at Feral Pleasures, and then I’ll go through with the bonding ceremony.” “Especially with Isabelle,” another voice smirked. “Damn it, Damian—messing around with your mate’s cousin at a brothel? That’s low, even for you.” Damian chuckled softly. “You don’t get it. Those she-wolves… I can’t get enough of that feeling. It’s addictive.” My hand trembled, my fingers crushing the moonstone that was our bonding gift. That night, at the pack’s healing center, I scheduled the Bloodline Severance Ritual.