The Alpha's True Love

AsherI am out for a run, minding my own damn business and trying my best to get rid of some of my frustration when I smell a strange scent coming from the border. Nights are becoming more difficult after the loss of my mate. It has been over three years, but it is not getting any easier, and I just can’t sleep in that bed anymore. The closer I get to the border, the more the strange scent pulls me in.It’s not exactly human and it’s not entirely wolf. While I try to find tracks or evidence that I’m not going entirely insane, a small pale girl comes running out of nowhere, and before I can stop her, she runs right into me. She bounces back, looking just as astonished as I feel, but I am so stunned that I don’t think to catch her in time.I hear her skull crack when it hits the rock on the ground, and I can instantly smell blood all over her. She looks as though she has been a prisoner of war. She just ran straight into me out of nowhere! In the blink of an eye, I pick her up and rush

IsabellaIt is infuriating. I could remember normal everyday things. I could remember how to eat, for instance, but I couldn’t remember something as simple as my own name. I don’t know who I am. If I have family that are worried about me, or even how old I am.The more doctor Lisa tells me not to try and force it, the more I try to remember. I can’t help it. It was so frustrating to be taken care of by these strangers and not know who I am. Seeing my reflection in the mirror is the worst. My face doesn’t look like mine. Each time I catch a glimpse of my reflection anywhere, a shiver runs up and down my spine.I stay in the hospital for about a week and all the while Lisa’s son hangs around outside my bedroom. I can swear I sometimes see him watching me, but that is just too weird to even think about. Not that he gives me weird vibes or anything. In fact, having him outside my door kind of makes me feel safe.That is another thing that bothers me. I have this incredible feeling that I’

AsherKeeping my distance was almost impossible. My wolf, Lucian, kept wanting to break free and mark the poor girl. There is no way that we can do that to her. Not while she has no idea who she is. Not until I know where she came from and who did that to her. Definitely not, while she can’t even remember her own name.The why keeps popping up in the back of my mind, but I won’t let the thought form properly. I can’t for the life of me think that any female deserves to be treated like that. It is clear that if she is some kind of wolf, she isn’t very strong.Either that or she has never shifted. According to my mother, that is the only explanation as to why it is taking her so long to heal. Even the omegas in our pack heal faster than that. Since we aren’t entirely sure whether she knows about our kind, I have given our pack the order not to shift anywhere near my home.We can’t frighten the poor girl any more than she already is. Although, I noted a spark in her eyes earlier that tol

AsherIt feels as though my world has just spun off its axes completely. My mother follows me into my office, and we discuss everything again. Trying to make sense of what happened. Jane’s reaction to the two, and what my next steps should be.According to wolf law, I have to let her pack know where she is. Unless I can prove that they abused her and she claims asylum. Unfortunately, her current memory loss is going to force us to hand her back to her pack.“Did they see her?” A solution starts to form in the back of my mind as I try and figure out a way to protect Jane.“Not that I can see. She wanted to go over and ask them if they knew her, but I stopped her in time.” My mother sighs as she pours each of us a drink.“Do you think we will be able to play dumb?” I frown as she sighs and shrugs.“I don’t know, son. Have you received any notification that they are missing a pack member?” My mother worked closely with my father for many years and I trust her opinion on all pack matters.

Isabella“I don’t want to pry, and please, if I’m overstepping, you have to tell me, but how did his father die?” I have been wondering about it for a while. Not that I have been there very long. Curiosity got the better of me. I want to know more about the man who raised Asher. I want to know more about the people who are kind enough to take me in and take care of me.“Well, I wouldn’t discuss it in front of Asher, but he was killed.” As soon as I see the sadness in her eyes, I feel terrible for asking. I don’t push, and she doesn’t tell me anymore about Asher’s father. “Asher reminds me so much of his father. He is strong and determined.” She laughs. “And a little pigheaded from time to time.”“I guess, I’m just surprised that he is taking such an interest in me.” I shrug feeling instantly shocked at my own words. I didn’t even realize that was how I was feeling, but it is. What is so special about me besides the fact that I have no memories?“Well, my son is intrigued by you.” Lisa