I Forgot I Loved You Alpha (Ellie and Nolan) novel Chapter 5

Third-Person's POV

What could possibly be wrong with her?

The messenger, a scrawny wolf with trembling hands and a nervous scent, stood in front of me, barely managing to meet Nolan's eyes. “Alpha,” he said, voice taut, “the Healer insists it’s urgent. He said it concerns… your wife’s medical results.”

Nolan let out a short, humorless breath.

My wife.

It felt strange, the word. Heavier now. But he shoved that thought aside.

“She was perfectly fine earlier,” Nolan muttered. “Lively, throwing her little tantrum, storming around like she owned the place. If anything, she looked healthier than ever. Yet you think she's illed?”

The worker didn’t answer, of course. He simply nodded and backed away, disappearing the second he stopped acknowledging his existence.

Nolan started pacing, his thoughts still spinning around Ellie’s outburst like flies around fire.

She said she wanted a divorce.

And she meant it.

He could still hear the way she said it, not the sobbing little girl he used to know, the one who wilted under pressure and curled up at his feet with hope in her eyes. No, this version of her was wild and loud and sure. Nothing like her past acts, this character felt far to… real.

And it got under his skin.

Nolan clenched his jaw. His footsteps echoed under the high ceilings, but even that sound couldn’t drown out his thoughts.

“Alpha,” the Beta said quietly, stepping up beside me, “sir, excuse my words, but…why are you so angry?”

He didn’t answer.

He tilted his head. “You’re not usually like this. Cold, yes. Focused. Controlled. But this? You’re… upset.”

Nolan stopped walking.

The worst part was, he wasn’t wrong.

He’d always prided himself on being unmoved. Strategic. He handled war councils and border threats with less heat than he’d felt knowing Ellie was packing her things like she’d never cared for him at all.

Nolan ran a hand through his hair, denied, “No, I am not. It's because she’s acting out. ”

“Tell the Healer he can leave the results in my office." He spoke coldly, impatiently, "I’ll look at them when I have time.”

The Beta hesitated, then nodded, clearly sensing this wasn’t a battle worth pushing.

As Nolan turned to leave, his jaw tightened.

Medical results.

How could there possibly be something wrong with her?

She was too loud. Too bold. Too alive.

Ellie's POV

The next day, I was double-checking my bag, folding each piece of clothing over again, not because I was sentimental, but because it gave my hands something to do while the rest of me burned. I refused to leave in a flurry. No storming out. No slammed doors. If I was leaving, I’d do it calm. Composed. On my own two feet.

“Too bad,” one of the maids whispered nearby, her voice not nearly quiet enough. “Nolan’s been Alpha for so long. He really needs an heir. Poor man. Maybe things will finally settle down once Felicity takes over. She can definitely give him children unlike Ellie.”

I closed the lid of my suitcase and let the soft click of the latch answer for me.

I can have children. That’s not the problem.

What scares me is the thought of raising them in this place. This house isn’t a home, it’s a pedestal I was meant to stand on, silent and pretty, until I cracked under the weight. If someone wants to stay here and be worshipped and walked over, that’s on them.

A soft chime echoed through the packhouse’s intercom system. It was a message from the Beta, formal and direct to my room alone.

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