After my Alpha lost his memory

"Yes, Jason. Right there. Fuck, don't stop."

The moan violently pierced the quiet foyer the second I pushed the front door open. My hand froze over my lower stomach, fingers brushing the fabric of my coat. The ultrasound photo in my pocket suddenly felt like a heavy stone.

"God, Nancy," a deep, familiar voice rumbled from the top of the stairs. "You feel so damn good."

Jason. My husband. The Alpha of the Ash White Pack.

I gripped the banister, the wood digging into my palms. A month ago, a rogue ambush left him bleeding out on the forest floor. He woke up with a fractured skull and a fractured mind. He forgot me. He forgot our mating bond. All he remembered was her. His childhood sweetheart, Nancy, who ran away five years ago and conveniently returned the day after he woke up.

"Harder," Nancy whimpered. The rhythmic thumping of the headboard echoed down the hallway.

I pressed my lips together, tasting copper. For four weeks, I swallowed my pride. I brewed his teas, bandaged his wounds, and endured his blank stares. I told myself his memory would return. We would be a family again.

I thought my patience would pay off. The doctor at the pack hospital had just given me the best news of my life. I was carrying the next heir to the Ash White Pack. I had practically run home to tell him, hoping a pup would trigger something in his broken mind.

But this? I stared down at my flat stomach. I couldn't subject my pup to this twisted reality.

The thumping upstairs stopped. A low, satisfied groan vibrated through the floorboards.

Bile rose in my throat. I wanted to run out the front door and never look back. But I was the Luna. I had a duty to my unborn child and to myself.

Footsteps padded against the hardwood above. They were coming down.

I didn't move. My feet remained glued to the floor rug.

Jason appeared first. He wore only gray sweatpants, his broad chest still slick with sweat. His silver eyes—the same eyes that used to soften only for me—locked onto my face. They held zero recognition. Only annoyance.

Nancy trailed behind him, wearing Jason's oversized flannel shirt. She smirked, dragging a manicured fingernail down his bicep.

"You're back early," Jason stated. His tone lacked any warmth.

"Jason," I forced the word out. "We need to talk. Alone."

Nancy scoffed. She stepped in front of him, blocking my view of his chest. "Talk about what, Ava? Are you going to beg him to remember a fake marriage again?"

"I am his Luna," I snapped. I straightened my spine, refusing to shrink. "And you are a guest in my home. Step aside."

Nancy didn't move. She tilted her head, a mock pout on her lips. "Your home? Jason, tell her."

Jason descended the final two steps. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Nancy. "She isn't a guest, Ava. She's moving into the Alpha suite permanently."