Betrayed Twice, I Pretended Amnesia To Take Revenge On My Alpha Mate And Sister Chapter 08

Betrayed Twice, I Pretended Amnesia To Take Revenge On My Alpha Mate And Sister Chapter 08

The next morning, I woke up early and made him cheese toast–something I had never done before.

Then I set it in front of him.

“I remembered something else. You love this. Every time you come back from meetings with other

Alphas, you always beg me to make it for you.”

Instantly, the corners of his eyes went red with tension.

He didn’t reach for it right away, so I widened my eyes and feigned surprise.

“Wait. Did I get it wrong? Because the mate in my memory definitely loves this. Unless…”

I tilted my head. “Unless I’ve had another mate?”

The words barely left my mouth before he snatched the toast from

my

hand.

It was still scalding hot, but he forced it all down in one go.

“No,” he said, his voice raw. “You’ve only ever had me.”

Only then did I nod with satisfaction, pretending not to notice the rash spreading across his

collarbone.

After that, in order to prove he was my one and only mate, Clarence went along with every memory

I claimed to recall.

He wore hideous matching outfits with me to pack meetings, ignoring the looks from the Elders.

He was terrified of deep water, but when I suddenly remembered that I used to love diving with him, he followed me in anyway and surfaced white as a sheet.

At first, I savored every second.

Then one night, he looked at me with hollow eyes and asked, “Baby… are these really the only \ memories you have of me?”

I faltered.

And the first thing that rose in my mind wasn’t his betrayal.

It was a memory from three years ago, when I was drowning in despair and he stayed awake for

seventy-two hours straight, holding my hand, because he was afraid that if he let go, I would disappear.

I didn’t answer. He gave a bitter smile.

“It’s okay,” he said. “We can make new ones.

I said nothing.

The next day, I naturally couldn’t remember anything new, and for the first time in weeks, he

seemed to exhale with relief.

Then, before I knew it, the day of the mating ceremony arrived.

This time, I abandoned the simple, traditional style and chose to throw a dramatic, gothic masquerade.

A completely different aesthetic.

Clarence happily agreed.

Because my mating ceremony with Gabriel had been a bland, uninspired affair.

He had always wanted to prove he could give me something different, something unforgettable.

So when he walked toward the stage with the veiled bride in his arms, step by step, I saw his eyes go

red.

His lips were moving too, like he was whispering vows I couldn’t hear.

But of course I couldn’t hear them.

Because the woman behind the black veil wasn’t me.

It was Bethany.

And by the time he realized it, it was far too late.

The instant he lifted the veil and saw her face, his entire body locked up.

“Bethany? Where’s Haley?”

The second those words left his mouth, I hit play.

On the massive screen in the banquet hall, in front of hundreds of pack members and guests, the

footage from the pack house began to roll.

The first clip showed Clarence and Bethany tangled together the night before the original mating

ceremony.

The room erupted.

“Oh my God,” a pack member blurted. “Most mating ceremonies play a slideshow. Did they just play a sex tape?”

Then the next clip rolled–the one from the spare room, capturing Clarence coldly calling me his leftovers and Bethany’s triumphant laughter.

“What the hell?” an Alpha shouted. “He slept with his mate’s sister? In their own pack house?

That’s disgusting.”

In an instant, Clarence understood.

This was my revenge, planned from the very beginning.

Unlike Bethany, who immediately tried to cover herself, he didn’t even care that the entire room was watching him, waiting for him to crumble.

He just started scanning the banquet hall, eyes moving like a wolf on the hunt.

Then, in the narrowing gap of the closing doors, he saw me.

“Haley!”

Clarence didn’t catch me.

He was seconds too late.

I had just gotten into the car when he burst out of the banquet hall.

He chased the car for a long time, running until his body finally gave out and he collapsed, then started calling me over and over.

I never picked up.

The day before, I had indeed torn up the new bonding contract.

Our mate bond had long since shattered, and there was no longer any evidence that we had ever been anything to each other.

But tormenting him brought no joy. Only a strange, bottomless emptiness.

Because when I had been lying on that operating table beneath those sterile LED lights —

It was the healing witch Morganae’s voice that brought me back to life.