His Forgotten Omega

Remember Me

Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the motionless figure that rested on the bed. Huge machinery occupied the room, cubes moving back and forth, trying to preserve a dwindling life.

The heart monitor beeped in the distance as I was lost in my own mind. The day I found my husband, Julian, lying unconscious next to the river played on loop in my head.

I was the one who found his body unresponsive in the forest. He barely had any pulse.

I wondered if, had I gotten there a second later, he would still be alive.

Everyone blames me for what happened. They say that I'm the one who tried to kill him so I could have his assets and take over the pack.

But that couldn't be further from the truth. I would never do anything to hurt my husband. I love him way too much to even think about hurting him.

But as everyone hates me, they are willing to believe any lie fabricated against me. They would do anything to see me tossed out of this pack.

Maybe it started with the way I met my husband, Julian. Because he was never really meant to be my husband. This man was already mated to my older sister, Lysandra, and, honestly, was in love with her. They'd been together for as long as I could remember. She was to be his Luna. And everyone loved and favored her, while I was shunned under her shadow.

My sister is strong and a great warrior. I'm wolfless and mostly weak. An omega, a simple servant—useless and unwanted.

But suddenly, my sister rejected Julian and left him. From what he told me, their relationship had its ups and downs, despite the happy face they kept in public. And he kept it going because he really loved my sister and had hope for their future, thinking she would change as time went on. This was not their first breakup, but unfortunately, it was the final one.

They were supposed to be married, and she was to be announced as Luna. That's when she decided she'd had enough and left Julian. She left to follow her dreams and didn't want to be held back by marriage and pack life.

I had college funds from my late grandma, money that she left for me as an inheritance. But my parents found a way to steal them from me so they could fund Lysandras studies. And I didn't even have means of fighting against them, I was hopeless and young.

They forced me to watch as my sister was given her dreams on a silver platter while I had to abandon my own dream of finally leaving this place and going to college. I just wanted to be a fashion designer and share my art with the world, a passion that my sister has stolen from me too. Yet everyone believes I'm trying to copy my sister, and trying to hard to be just like her.

But the worse happened, I had to substitute for my sister because she rejected her husband.

What choice did I have? Even if I didn't agree, I would still end up in this situation anyway. I knew my parents would do anything to make sure my sister had what she wanted. And any chance to sell me off, my father would accept with wide-open arms.

I knew fighting would only make my life difficult.

I had to marry a man I didn't truly know, nor did I love.

When I married Julian, the pack noticed me finally —but with anger and hatred. They blamed me for why Julian and Lysandra broke up. They called me names, saying I seduced Julian just for the money.

I still keep silent because I know the truth. And honestly, I know how to choose my battles. I know it would just cause more pushback and drama. So I just smile and wave as if I'm blind and deaf.

In all of this, the real thing was the man I married. Though our marriage was strictly convenient, I managed to fall for him somehow. I learned to love him.

Despite being said to be cold and ruthless, Julian has never done anything to hurt me. He's been a good husband, treating me better than my own family.

We grew close. The bond got stronger. But one thing—he's never confessed to loving me, no matter how many times I confessed to him. He doesn't have feelings for me, yet he treats me better than I'd seen him treat Lysandra, his own mate.

Maybe I'm living in a fantasy, a delusional world. Maybe there's truly nothing behind his sweet words and comforting hold. I'm just being too hopeful, clinging to a reality that could only exist in my head. Maybe just to prove everyone wrong and finally get the validation I've long yearned for.

Now he sleeps here, silent and unresponsive. How can they say I wanted to hurt him? When I rejected my own mate so I could be with him? When I could give up my own dreams again just for another lifetime with him?

More tears fall from my eyes uncontrollably. My hand is hot and moist as I hold his hand in mine, praying and begging that he will finally get up.

BEEEEP!

Suddenly, the monitor beeped violently before it went flat.

"Julian?" I cried, startled and overwhelmed with fear.

I can't lose him. Not now. Not after everything. My heartbeat skyrocketed, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers twitch in mine, making my heart stop momentarily, and he started coughing loudly. My body froze, and I stopped breathing in shock as I watched his eyes shoot open, darting around in confusion until they landed in my direction. When he saw me, his eyes went cold and dark as he pulled his hand away from me.

My heart constricted with pain as he looked at me, confused and truly disgusted. Tears welled in my eyes, accompanied by confusion and shock. Though I had prayed for him to wake, seeing it felt surreal and unreal.

My fingers trembled with panic as we both stared at each other, no words coming from either of us.

"Ju—" I was immediately cut off before I could say anything.

Lysandra ran into the room, jumping on Julian. "Baby! You are awake?" she cried, inspecting him as tears fell from her eyes.

Julian went into a long, deep coma—one no one thought he would wake from. And suddenly, Lysandra came waltzing back into the pack, acting as if nothing had ever happened. Acting as though she suddenly cared about Julian and this pack. She was back to shunning me, disregarding me as Luna. And everyone seemed so excited and hopeful that she was back.

"Lysandra, what the hell? Get off him!" I ordered in rage as I tried to push her off. But Julian pushed me away, protecting Lysandra.

"Who the hell are you?" Julian sneered with a cold glare that sent shivers down my spine.

What does he mean? Does he not remember his wife?

"Wha—Julian! I'm your wife!" I cried, my heart torn to pieces.

"Impossible. I'm not married, and Lysandra is my mate. So who are you, claiming to be my wife?"

I didn't know what to say. How to explain. My own husband just denied me, and on top of that, regarded Lysandra as his mate. Did he not remember me?

It felt like my heart was torn out of my chest and stabbed over and over again. Tears burned in my eyes as my love looked at me with confusion.

"How could you say that? We've been married for five years!" I sobbed, swallowing a lump in my throat.

"If I was married to someone for that long, surely I would remember," he said.

So he didn't remember me? He didn't remember all the years we spent together? But why? Why me?

"Baby, don't mind her. I'll explain everything to you," Lysandra assured him. "But get this witch who tried to kill my mate out of here!" Lysandra ordered as my parents and the Beta walked into the room with a few guards behind them.

"What? You can't do that!" I sneered angrily, while Lysandra remained with a sly smile. The Beta simply nodded to the guards, and they jumped to drag me out of the room.

"Let me go! I command you! I'm your Luna!" I spat, my voice booming loudly. They stopped for a second, contemplating what they should do, they wouldn't just defy their Luna, even Julian would never allow them to treat me like that, unless they had a death wish.

"What are you waiting for? Get her out of here!" Julian ordered, frustrated, as he clung to Lysandra's arms. He was not even trying to defend me, not even in the slightest.

"Julian? How could you?" Tears dampened my face. I was angry, but mostly hurt at how Julian suddenly became so cold toward me.

"Alpha Julian!" he growled angrily, his eyes glowing red.

I was defeated as the guards dragged me out of the room. I barely had any strength to fight back. My whole body felt numb—only the pain in my heart remained.

The guards threw me into the dirty, stinking dungeon and left me there as I cried and begged for my husband. Maybe it's just temporary. Maybe he'll remember soon. I clung into hope.