Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

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Somebody had the guts to steal from me. I did not know who. Hell, I was not even sure what was taken from me. All I knew was that it was so important that I felt its loss every minute of the day. I had been through a series of physical tests. None of the doctors could give me a decent answer except for the fact that I lost a few months of memories due to the accident that happened to me during the war between rogue dragons, witches and werewolves.

My pack had given me an update about the events that took place within that time frame. The success of Project X, the eradication of the beta group against alphas, and the war which the werewolves had to participate in order to maintain the peace.

But I did not believe for a second that it was all that.

They skipped something which was probably the most important part. I did not only lose memories. I lost so much more. How else could I explain the crushing feeling that would sweep over me each night? The beach house was my territory for decades, my sanctuary as well. It provided me comfort and peace. There was still comfort, yes, but there was no peace at all.

It had always been a quiet place for me to relax. Yet, for some reason, I despised the silence each time I would return to it and find it empty. I despised the lack of color when I had always been minimalist. I despised the cold when I ought to be used to that by now. There was a certain kind of warmth, of scent, and noise that I was looking for, a certain type of color I was hoping to see. To think that I did not even like colors.

In a short span of time, something in me had changed. And drastically at that.

How else could they explain the stabbing pain inside me each time I would wake up in the morning and find the space beside me empty? The despair and the restlessness that would come after? They all said I won so why the heck did I feel devastated when I ought to be celebrating? Why was I the only one feeling like I had lost half of myself?

My beast and I were grieving for something only the moon goddess knew what. Each night, the howls of my wolf echoed in my hometown.

‘Eli was here.’

I found those three words engraved under my office table a month ago. I asked around if anyone knew who Eli was. But it was either I was secretive about this Eli, they were hiding it from me, or I was not the only one with the lost memories because my pack seemed confused when I told them the name like they heard it for the first time.

When I visited the former Alpha King, I saw him scribbling the name Eloise Rosewood everywhere in his office and when I asked why or who the woman was, he did not provide me with a proper response although he left me with words that gave me hints about the situation.

‘I don’t know why but everyone seems to be forgetting about it,bout them. Our memories are fading, son. I have to write her name constantly so I would not forget. There is one more name I wish to write, but every time I try, the name fades on its own’

His eyes told me the words his mouth could not deliver.

Is it a divine punishment?’ I asked instead. Werewolves never forget unless we were under a spell. Or the witches’ doing?

It could be the moon goddess making a point or the witches ganging up on us. Without our memories, there are a lot of things we cannot do, after all. Like fighting the corrupted! Uncle Aramides shrugged. ‘My instinct is telling me the wat is far from over. You know me, son. My instinct never fails

After that conversation, a few things became clearer to me. First Eli was taken from me. I was sure of that. I always took care of what was mine. There was no way she would leave on her own accord. Second, I had forgotten about her and maybe the same thing was happening to her on the other side because of t curse or punishment that was spreading around.

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And so, I searched for Eli like a hunter would have done to his pry. I traveled with my pack from one realm to another. The search became faster with my wolf’s full cooperation. A sniff in e air and he would know whether we were close.

And we weren’t.

I was close to becoming feral myself. My wolf had become more violent with each day that I had not found her. The sleepless nights made me more than irritable. Functioning with only half of my fucking soul made me mad.

The possibility that Eli was either a mage or a dragon crossed my mind after scouring the mages’ realm and found nothing. If she was a mage, she could be hidden by mana. If she was a dragon that I met during the war, then it meant I would have to travel to their realm. To access the place and deal with the dragons, I had to be stronger.

It was my beta who brought the concept of hybrids to the table after reporting another werewolf’s failed attempt of becoming one. It was also Dale who pleaded for me to forget about the whole thing. The others were naturally against the idea, calling it a suicide attempt, especially my sister, but none of them could stop me once I set my mind to it.

With Queen Aurelia Lewis and her disciples’ help, the seven-day procedure started. The Alpha King personally oversaw it to make sure he could pull me back if the spell was too much. It ha a ninety percent chance of failing. I could either come out as a hybrid or survive as a broken shifter, with a broken mind and an even broken wolf. I had heard all their warnings and still pushed through with it.

I had to.

There was nothing more to break in me anyway. I was already broken. My beast included. We were only getting by. Just barely alive. Barely breathing. Barely getting through the day. Even when I miraculously survived the procedure, nothing much had changed. My sanity was still slipping away; it was ever worse after the procedure.

I was still in hell every second. My mind was burning. My body was on fire. My back bled relentlessly with the spell used on me. My beast was the maddest it had ever been. My newly acquired mana was destructive. I was not getting any better.

Until that night.

I was supposed to leave the next day for the dragon territory by myself with the excuse of discussing their job offer. I wanted that day to be solely for myself, that’s why even if Lizbeth and the rest of my pack wanted to join me, I refused their offer. I had the chef prepare food I did not end up eating though, food that were not even my favorites and yet, I memorized like a muscle memory. For the first time, I turned on all the lights and waited restlessly for morning to come.

She appeared instead.

In a white negligee, with a baby bump, a sassy mouth, and a half eaten sandwich.

Before she told me her name, I already knew who she was.

Eli

My missing memory.

The demons in my head, the uncontrollable rage, the madness, and the emptiness, all that vanished with a touch of her.

Eli did not know me which was fair. When we met again, I didn’t even know her whole name. There was no recognition in her eyes. But her body remembered me the way my wolf remebered her, the way my heart and my senses knew her. Her scent, her color, and her soul.

Maybe we were both affected by the curse. I still could not recall our past. Maybe we were together once. Maybe I lost her during the war and that’s why her ex got back to her.

The person I had been so desperate to find came back to me pregnant with another man’s baby. The jealousy was overpowering. It was blinding. My first instinct was to find the nn and eliminate the threat between us.

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But I held back.

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And now, here was Eli, talking about her baby daddy in front of me and staring at me like I had gone mad after offering myself to be a part of her little family. If she only knew. This was me in my tamest form. She hadn’t seen me mad yet. She hadn’t witnessed what I did while I was looking for her. She had no idea about the extent of the things I would do to get her back in my arms, in my life.

“You?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, Vicious. Me,” I said, the endearment rolling off my tongue smoothly like I had used it before. “I will protect the baby with my life, treat him as my own, and be present in all his days that he would never have to wonder what it felt like to have a father. I will be his guard, his father.”

She swallowed. “And me?”

“I will be your anything. Your beast, your protector, your comfort, your other half. To make this little family possible, I will make you love me.” That was the goal here. She didn’t have to know that though. “So, brace yourself, your highness. Because I am one determined motherfucker.”

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