All Chapters of Fated but Forgotten...: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The nerve of that woman infuriated me. I needed to remove myself from that situation before I overreacted. I could not stay when she was so blatantly flirting with me while my mate was by my side. I had warned her so many times in the past, but this was something else.I continued to push Aria toward the door as quickly as I could, throwing another dirty look in the direction of Chelsea behind the counter as I did. ‘You overstepped a mark today. How fucking dare you.’ I linked, and as I did her face fell. The smirk that had lingered over her lips slipped. She did not find herself quite so confident now.I hated she-wolves like that. Single and desperate for attention from the higher-ranking wolves within the pack. Yes, as a young and single wolf, it is all good fun, but as a settled-down guy with a mate, then the appeal simply is not there. I would not betray the matebond blessed to me, and most she-wolves knew that. Yet there were some that still tried their luck.The moment we step

I don’t even know why I had flirted with her so openly. It had just kind of happened when she had teased me. The way we used to chat together… that easy chatter… I missed it… but to see her cheeks flush that way told me perhaps she was not quite so comfortable with the flirting, or maybe with the things I mentioned. Maybe I had overstepped a mark. Something I am beginning to regret. I do not want to ruin what we have. If we even have anything. At the least, she had appeared comfortable with me, I could not risk losing that...I had put the music on like I so often did when I was in the kitchen, or in the shower. Something to fill the silence that I so desperately hated. I had thought Aria would head to the lounge and sit herself down. I felt a little foolish when I turned and found her amused eyes upon me. Watching me as I sang and half danced my way through making the hot chocolates, with a beautiful smile upon that face of hers.

I had no clue what came over me. Aria was there. So close. Her scent had taken over all aspects of my senses. Her beautiful eyes looked up at me the way they used to, and I was transported to a different place… a different time… and then I saw the tiny speck of hot chocolate sitting upon the edge of her lips, and I could not resist. Maybe that made me a weaker man than I should have been...I could feel her heart thumping heavily underneath me where I leaned to reach her, which only fed my need for her. She wanted me? Or some part of her had to, didn’t it? To cause that sort of reaction, right? And as my tongue teased along her lips, there was a whimper deep within my mind, telling me that Ciro had awoken, making me move back suddenly, just as I was sure Aria was going to move forward. Had she been about to kiss me? My head spun with that possibility...I tried so desperately to act casually, like nothing was different. Dismiss it as light teasing,

I had gone to the effort of ensuring we did not return to our own home, to make sure that Aria did not see the multitude of photographs that adorned the walls and almost every available free space within the house. Although there had been the added difficulty of lack of supplies in the house for me to make us a hot chocolate. But, then, on top of that, I had demanded my father to ensure there were no photographs of us here too, yet in the end, I had succumbed to the pressure within my heart and shown Aria a picture.I don’t know what had come over me. But the pain became too much as she continued to push against everything I offered. Every time I attempted to explain my care for her. None of it was accepted within her mind. It was like she did not want to believe a word that was said to her. Like the thought repulsed her. An invisible wall was erected to stop that explanation being allowed through and that hurt me more than anyone could ever know. She would not let me, nor our past i

He was speaking so openly, it was beginning to make sense. I had to listen. I had to give him a chance. That was what the moon goddess wanted of me, was it not? But, as he spoke, I could not help but think, I did not know if I believed him. He could be lying to me to manipulate me in someway. Yet, there was something about the sadness in his eyes. The pain within his voice. And that pain made me return again to the conversation with the moon goddess.It was like an internal battle within my own mind. I looked to the man in front of me, and I am certain I do not know him. I would surely remember meeting him. He is too much of a prescence for me to forget so easily... even if the memory loss the doctor spoke of was true, would I still not remember him? He was something special, I am sure. My brain is telling me that the things they are telling me cannot be true, for we hold no memories of them. If they happened I would have something, right? Even the slightest thing...S