Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When the night came, Auntie Susan drove me home after determining that I was in good health. Auntie Susan remained silent as she handed me my dinner. I could tell she was speculating on what I was thinking. She saw how I cried earlier when I got that phone call. She didn't even ask, but I could tell she was curious about my actions.

But, as much as I want to tell them the truth, I know they won't understand. I am clearly different from them. And I'm looking for a world in which I believe I belong.

I pondered everything all night. That man's voice, his figure, everything—even though I haven't seen his face yet—I know we have a connection that even I can't explain. I tried to recall everything, but all I could see was myself walking on a blank piece of paper. And I can still hear his voice in my dreams.

Flashback

"Amara..." I looked at him, only seeing his blurred face, but behind him was the half moon. His arms snaked around my waist. I felt safe inside him because of his warmth. I can't help but treasure every detail and every moment that I had the opportunity to touch him.

"Do you have nightmares again?" I inquired. He pressed his nose against my shoulder blades and sniffed my skin.

"Yeah," he murmured weakly.

"Do you want me to sing for you?" I inquired, noting that I had done so frequently for him.

"Please," he said quietly. I smiled and sang him a song that was very familiar to me, as if he were a child in need of care and love.

End of Flashback

I awoke sweating from my dream. But I'm certain it's not a dream. It was a piece of my memory that I had forgotten. And, even though I can't see the man's face, I know the man in my dreams and the man I spoke with on the phone are the same.

"How are you feeling, Amara? Do you really want to work today?" Auntie Susan asked as she noticed me approaching the dining table in business attire.

"Your aunt Susan is correct, Amara; rest up before going to work," Uncle Peter agreed. I took a seat in front of them both. They're both looking at me with worried eyes.

"I'm fine, Auntie Susan and Uncle Peter; I slept well last night," I reassured them. They tried to persuade me several times, but I was intent on doing it that day. The truth is that I will not be working. I've already requested a one-week leave because I'll be spending this week searching for the truth and that man.

But I told my boss that I was still going to work today because I had postponed my leave, but the truth is that I will find that man because I know he works at that company.

Before I left, I said my goodbyes to Aunt Susan and Uncle Peter. When I arrived at the company, I went straight to my office. Elena is not present because she is delivering a presentation inside the conference room. Henry called to tell me that they're working on a project and that he'll be busier this week.

I considered hanging out on the floor where there were more male employees, knowing that there was a better chance of finding the man I was looking for there. I am a human wolf with a keen sense of smell.

But I've been on that floor for a few minutes and I'm still not feeling anything out of the ordinary.

"Amara? What are you doing here?" a male coworker asked when he noticed me. I gave him a friendly smile.

"I was just looking for... Elena," I explained, despite knowing where she was.

"Elena has a presentation, but you can wait for her here. I'll... be with you," he said with a friendly smile, but I recognize this smile: this man is interested in me.

"I'll also... Proceed now. I have some business to attend to," I excused myself, not wanting to spend another minute with this man.

"All right, then, take care," he only said before I left. I inhaled deeply. This is not what I anticipated.

If the man I'm looking for isn't on that floor, where is he now in the building? But is he really working for this company?

This is extremely aggravating!

When it was time for lunch, I went to a coffee shop to eat. I keep looking at my phone as I eat, thinking I should call the man again. I saved his phone number to my phone. But I'm afraid he won't respond again. I know he knows me based on the last thing he said to me. He is aware that I have lost my memories. In addition, he mentioned that he had also lost me. Is it possible that there is something going on between us?

Is he the man I imagined in my dreams? Who was the man who embraced me? And what about the warmth I've known for so long?

When I finished my meal, I returned to the building, but as I was about to enter the company, someone bumped into me. I quickly picked up my bag after it fell. The woman who ran into me assisted me.

"Is this also yours?" she inquired after we had finished picking up my belongings. I focused my attention on what she was saying. When I saw a ring, I frowned. It was a round gold ring studded with small diamonds. I'm not sure why, but I felt something pinch my heart when I saw that ring.

I'm sure it's not mine, but why do I feel such a connection to it?

Before she left, I took it from her. I came to a halt in the park and sat on one of the benches. I fixed my gaze on the ring in my hand. Why do I feel so much pain and sadness just looking at this ring? Why am I experiencing both darkness and hatred?

I swallowed hard and tried on the ring, and was surprised that it actually fit me! It's as if it was custom-made for my finger.

Memories flashed through my mind as I stared at the ring on my finger.

Flashback

My vision was filled with people. I noticed a large and luxurious establishment. The chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. The walls are covered in werewolf paintings. There were gold figurines and treasure-like items strewn about the place. It was a breathtaking sight. A place that anyone would want to visit.

"You must be overjoyed," the man with the familiar voice said. I swallowed hard as I felt embarrassed for myself and pity for myself.

"Stop…we're—"

"Put it on me now, I'm getting bored here," the man grumbled. Why so? I adored his voice. I had feelings for the man in front of me, but why does he sound so...cold now? He was sweet and caring in my previous dreams. But it was all gone now.

I slid the ring onto his ring finger slowly.

"It's your turn now, Alpha," the man next to us said.

"In the name of the Moon Goddess, I, Alpha Greyson Ruiz, take you, Amara Brooks, to be my... queen... wife...the mother of my kingdom and my heirs, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death. This is my solemn vow, my mate."

As I watched him slide the same ring on my finger, tears welled up inside my eyes. But instead of being happy, I was sad. Why? Why am I depressed if I adore this man... If I fall in love with the man who owns the voice, whom I was pursuing? Why do I feel so much pain and hatred?

The more memories I have, the more heartache I feel. Why?