My Alpha Mate Forgot Me for His True Luna

Rain drummed against the windows of my healing center that afternoon, creating a rhythm I'd always found soothing. I was Carmen George, a memory healer who'd built a quiet life here in Seattle territory, and right now I was exactly where I wanted to be—organizing patient files with Wade's arms wrapped around me from behind.

"You're humming again," he murmured against my ear, his breath warm. "That old lullaby."

I smiled, leaning back into his chest. "You taught it to me when we were kids, remember?"

"How could I forget?" His voice carried that gentle warmth I'd fallen in love with two years ago, when I'd found him wandering as an amnesiac rogue. We'd discovered we were fated mates, completed our mating ceremony, and every day since had felt like a gift.

The mate bond hummed contentedly between us, a golden thread of connection that made my wolf purr.

Then the doors exploded inward.

I jerked away from Wade as wood splintered and rain gusted into the clinic. A woman strode through the wreckage, flanked by warriors whose eyes glowed with barely contained wolf energy. She was stunning in an intimidating way—tall, regal, dripping with expensive jewelry that screamed Alpha bloodline.

But it was her aura that hit me like a physical blow. Dominant. Crushing. Pure Alpha power that made my knees want to buckle.

"There you are." Her voice cut through the rain's patter, sharp and triumphant. She pointed directly at Wade. "Thomas Parker, Alpha heir of the Moonstone Pack. My fated mate."

The world tilted.

"What?" I managed to choke out. "No, this is Wade. Wade Andrews. My—"

"Your what?" She laughed, cold and cruel. "Your mate? You stupid little healer. This is Thomas Parker. He disappeared two years ago, and I've been searching ever since."

I turned to Wade—to the man I knew as Wade—expecting him to tell her she was insane. To laugh it off. To pull me close and reassure me.

Instead, he staggered backward, clutching his head. A sound tore from his throat, something between a scream and a growl.

"Wade!" I lunged forward, my healer instincts overriding everything else. My hands found his temples, channeling that soothing energy I'd used on countless patients. "It's okay, I've got you—"

His eyes snapped open. They were wrong. The warm amber I knew flickered and died, replaced by cold steel grey. Then amber again. Grey. Amber. Grey. Like two wolves fighting for dominance behind his gaze.

"Wade, look at me," I pleaded, trying to anchor him. "Focus on my voice—"

He shoved me.

Not the gentle push of someone needing space. This was raw Alpha strength, brutal and unforgiving. I flew backward, my spine slamming into the medical cabinets. Glass shattered. Metal clanged. Pain exploded through my ribs.

I crumpled to the floor, gasping.

Through blurred vision, I watched him rise. Watched him straighten with a posture I'd never seen before—commanding, dominant, nothing like my gentle Wade. He stared at his hands like they belonged to