Did You Remamber Me?
1060 Words
Leela’s POV
Sixty-five days have passed.
Forty-five days left.
I finished my coffee, paid the bill, and walked toward the parking lot like any normal person on a normal day.
Except I’m not normal.
And these are not normal days.
I don’t even know which city he lives in. I’ve been searching every place where werewolves are known to settle. Different cities. Different packs. Different rumors.
Nothing.
But I have to see him before it’s too late.
Because I am dying.
No, I don’t have a disease.
I chose this.
The reason for my death is ticking softly against my wrist.
The watch looks ordinary — sleek, silver, elegant. It tells time like any other watch.
But it also measures how much of my life is left.
Inside it, a thin needle is buried deep into my vein. Two narrow glass tubes hold a glowing green liquid — poison. Every day, at a fixed time, it injects a small amount into my bloodstream.
It was full when I wore it.
Now it’s nearly half empty.
When it empties completely, so will I.
The poison doesn’t kill instantly. It destroys slowly. Quietly. It weakens from the inside, like a secret.
It hurts sometimes.
But pain and I are old friends.
You must think I’m insane.
Maybe I am.
But I chose this death for a reason.
I need to see him once.
Just once.
After that, I can disappear peacefully.
This city is far from my hometown. The weather changes every hour — sunshine one moment, rain the next.
I like the rain.
It hides things.
I stayed here for two days, asking carefully, describing him without saying too much. Friendly wolves told me they hadn’t seen anyone matching my description.
So it’s time to move again.
I adjusted my helmet and kick-started my bike. My stepfather bought it for me before I left his house forever.
It’s the only thing anyone ever gave me that didn’t come with conditions.
After a few peaceful miles, I stopped at a petrol station.
And that’s when I saw it.
A black car. Two vehicles ahead.
And him.
For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
He hadn’t changed.
Still sharp. Still powerful. Still impossible to ignore. Even sitting in the driver’s seat, he carried that quiet dominance the kind that doesn’t need to shout.
Alpha Ken Black.
The first man I ever loved.
The first man who rejected me.
I quickly pulled my helmet visor down.
If he saw me, he would be furious.
He had warned me never to show my face to him again.
My eyes shifted.
A girl was sitting beside him. Close. Her fingers wrapped around his arm as if she belonged there.
He looked… comfortable.
Happy.
Something inside my chest tightened, but no tears came.
I don’t cry easily anymore.
That night in the club when we first met. I didn’t know what “mate” meant. I didn’t understand the weight of it.
I only knew that when our eyes met, something inside me felt complete.
And then he rejected me.
At first sight.
Because I am human.
He is Alpha.
What a beautiful, tragic joke.
If I had been born a werewolf, maybe things would have been different.
But I am human.
And humans are easy to discard.
Rejection is not new to me.
My adoptive parents kept me until they had their own son. Then they told me the truth — I was never loved. I was just a temporary solution.
When they no longer needed me, they let me go.
A kind woman once sheltered me and helped me study. When she died, her son threw me out the same day.
I learned to survive alone.
Years later, I found my birth parents.
They were not human.
They belonged to a hidden world of wolves, vampires, and creatures I had only seen in stories. For a brief moment, I thought I had finally found where I belonged.
But I was wrong again.
I wasn’t brought back because they missed me.
I was brought back because rules demanded it.
Still, I stayed.
Even a fake family feels warm when you’ve never had one.
Then I met him.
Alpha Ken Black.
And for the first time in my life, I hoped.
I thought maybe fate was finally being kind.
But fate laughed.
He rejected me and returned to his world that same night.
He left me behind.
But he also left something else behind.
Something important.
That is why I am searching for him.
That and because I am tired of living a life that feels borrowed.
When I asked permission to leave their world to find him, the leader agreed.
With a condition.
The watch.
One hundred days.
If I failed to return in time, the poison would finish its work.
It wasn’t meant to kill me.
It was meant to ensure obedience.
But to me, it became something else.
An end date.
A sharp horn snapped me back to reality.
Cars were lined up behind me.
“Sorry!” I muttered and looked ahead.
His car was moving.
Without thinking, I followed.
I kept a careful distance. Wolves have sharp senses. I had sprayed too much perfume just to hide my scent.
They weren’t in a hurry. The car eventually stopped at a mall. Two more couples stepped out with them.
I watched from a distance as he walked inside, holding the girl’s hand.
I told myself I only came to return his things.
Nothing more.
They left the city later, heading toward the forest.
Toward his pack.
I stopped.
I’m not ready to step into his territory yet.
A human entering a pack uninvited?
That’s suicide.
So I turned back and found a small motel room instead.
I won’t leave this city now.
Not until I see him properly.
Not until I return what belongs to him.
I lay on the bed and opened the photo I had secretly taken at the mall.
His face filled my screen.
“Do you remember me?” I whispered.
Silence answered.
“You probably don’t.”
I placed the phone on charge and closed my eyes.
Sleep rarely comes at night.
But today…
For the first time in weeks…
I felt something close to peace.
Because after sixty-five days of searching.
I finally found him.
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