All Chapters of I Don't Remember Loving You, Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The omega nodded and rushed to fulfill my demands. At this point, Megan chose to resort to pathetic tactics. She began to cry with obviously fake tears. I kind of expected that Megan would pull such cards from under her sleeve so it didn’t surprised me at all. “I came here with good intentions. I don’t know what the Luna was trying to say.”Tristan held her back and tried to comfort her. meanwhile , I continued with my attacks.“You came here to mock me. I’m not as dumb as you think, Megan. Just wait for a moment until that maid brings out the truth. I’m sure your mask will fall off your face.”Megan panicked and raised her voice.“There are no cameras at the pool. So, please stop and don’t try to smear me.”My anger flared up once again, making my breaths shallow and quick. I felt the urge to yell at her immediately, but Tristan stepped in, grabbing Megan's arms and pulling her away.“Rest for tonight, Megan. Your body and mind need that after what happened.”Megan put on that fake

ElaineTristan had done it again. He made a total fool of me again.I tried to take my mind off what happened and focus on my driving, but it was a bit hard. I remembered Tristan's text last night, about how he begged me to give him time to explain himself. Was everything a joke to him? Did he think my time and attention were worthless?I began to question myself on what I saw in him that made me head over heels in love, as Liz described me to be. Because honestly, I couldn't see any desirable qualities in him. Was it his looks and position? Nah, I wasn't the kind of woman who would fall for that. Kindness and thoughtfulness? Definitely off the chart considering how he left me to drown in the pool last night. I was sure it wasn't faithfulness or fidelity either, as he was proud to parade his mistress for everyone to see. So, what could it be possibly? What did I see in Tristan that made me fall for him?At the back of my mind, something was telling me not to worry about it anymore, as

ElaineI tried my best to stay calm as I faced my cheating husband. His frustration was evident in his contorted expression, with a few of his veins bulging from his neck. He glared at me, his hands trembling while still gripping my arm. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts in the middle of all of this. Tristan’s anger was way out of line. I should be the one who should be angry because of everything he did. And yet, here I was in a situation where Tristan was the one demanding an explanation. Really, huh? Where did he get all the nerves to act like a victim after everything he put me through? "Let me go, will you?" I demanded as I turned to him. We stared each other down, facing each other’s resolve, but I refused to be intimidated by him."No, I won’t," Tristan raised his voice, "Especially after what you did back there. What’s that all about, huh?"The sound he made while talking was almost like he was growling at me. Tristan looked like he was abou

Elaine"Not again," I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath. This usual scene, one I never wished to see again, always managed to find its way back to me. It was as if Tristan and Megan were tied into my life that I could never get away from and honestly, it was draining all the patience I had in me. Tristan's odd stares always got on my nerves. He had this passionate gaze that contradicted his actions, but I no longer believed in those looks. His words also stated otherwise. It was as if the only thing constant to him were his lies.“Luna Elaine! We’ve been worried sick about you!!” Megan’s tone was dripping with false concern. Seriously, was she some kind of leech? She always seemed to attach herself to my husband whenever he went. Well, it wasn't that I was jealous or something. I couldn’t care less, to be honest. I just knew that trouble was brewing whenever she was around."Oh, it’s you again. Have you moved here already? You always seem to be around Wolfsilver," I uttered sa

TristanI raised my hand, signaling the bartender to pour me another glass of tequila.The bartender heaved a sigh. “But sir, you seem like you've had enough,” he said, looking unsure.I slammed my glass down and gave him a nasty look. “I’M GONNA PAY YOU DOUBLE. JUST SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND POUR ME ANOTHER ONE.”A few people in the bar turned to look at me, and they began to gossip about me. This made me become so irritable. What the hell was wrong with them? Was this the first time they saw a drunken wolf?So, I scoffed.“Now, what? Get the hell out of here if you don’t want to see someone drunk. This is a bar, you dummies.”They paused, unsure how to react to my bold actions. I leaned back in my seat, projecting confidence and superiority. What they thought of me didn’t matter much; they were like background characters in the story of my life.The bartender glanced at me warily, but I dismissed his worry with a wave of my hand. His thoughts held little importance to me. After all, I am