The Alpha's blind Luna: Desired by Rival Alphas

What remains of Lyra

Diego’s POV

The door slammed behind me. I barely remembered moving. One second I was standing in the room, the next I was outside, cold air cutting through my clothes as I strode toward the car.

“Klaus,” I barked, “start the damn engine.”

He looked up from his phone, startled. “Diego, calm down—”

I shot him a look. Just one.

That was all it took. He swallowed whatever he was about to say and turned the key.

The car roared to life, tires scraping against gravel as we sped down the road. Streetlights flashed past, pale streaks of yellow in the dark. I couldn’t keep still. My leg bounced against the floor, my heel hitting it again and again, each thud syncing with the pulse in my head.

Klaus kept glancing my way. “She’s in good hands,” he said quietly. “You heard the doctor.”

“Good hands?” I muttered. “She’s in a hospital bed with her memory torn apart. Don’t tell me about good hands.”

He exhaled, fingers tightening around the wheel. “You’re not helping her by losing it.”

“I’m not losing it,” I snapped.

But I was.

Inside, everything felt like it was breaking apart — reason, calm, patience.

The city lights blurred outside the window. For a moment, I caught my reflection in the glass. My eyes looked nothing like mine.

When we reached the hospital, I pushed the door open before the car had fully stopped.

The lobby smelled like disinfectant and cold air. My boots echoed against the tiles as I strode up to the counter. The nurse looked up, startled by the force of my voice.

“The woman brought in earlier,” I said. “Where is she?”

She blinked, fingers hesitating above her keyboard. “Um—what’s her name, sir?”

“Lyra.”

The word came out rough, like it scraped my throat on the way out.

The nurse checked the screen. “Room 407. Fourth floor.”

I didn’t wait for anything else. The elevator doors opened, slow and deliberate, and I stepped inside. The button for the fourth floor glowed faintly when I pressed it.

The elevator moved,but too damn slow.

Each floor took a lifetime.

My reflection stared back from the metal door. Eyes cold, jaw tight, fingers twitching at my side.

When it finally stopped, I was already halfway through the opening doors.

The corridor stretched ahead, sterile white, lined with quiet rooms. A faint beeping sound carried through the air. My steps quickened until I stopped in front of her room.

The door creaked open.

The room was too bright. Curtains half-drawn. Machines humming softly beside the bed. Lyra lay there, her skin pale against the sheets. There was fear even in the way she breathed — shallow, uncertain.

A doctor looked up as I entered. “Mr. Hunter?”

I nodded once.

He stepped forward, his expression careful. “She regained consciousness, but…” he hesitated, “she doesn’t remember anything. Severe amnesia. When she woke, she didn’t know her name. She didn’t recognize anyone. She’s frightened.”

My stomach turned cold.

Frightened.

My eyes moved to her. She was sitting up now, trembling, eyes darting between faces like a cornered animal.

I took a slow step closer. “Lyra.”

Her gaze snapped to me. Fear flickered there, sharp and raw.

“Who…who are you?” she stammered, voice breaking. “Where am I?”

I froze. The sound of her voice,it once calmed everything in me. Now it tore everything apart.

“It’s me,” I said loudly, just so that she'd hear me. “Diego. You know me.”

She shook her head, backing away until her shoulders hit the headboard. “Stay away from me. I don’t know you.”

Her breathing quickened. The doctors exchanged looks but didn’t move. One of them muttered, “We’ve tried. She becomes violent when approached.”

I ignored them. “Let me talk to her.”

“Sir…”

“I said let me.”

They stepped aside reluctantly.

I walked closer, slow, cautious. My heart thudded so loud I could hear it in my ears.

When I reached her, I reached out a hand. “You’re safe,” I said softly. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Her eyes widened. Then, quick as lightning, she grabbed my hand and sank her teeth deep into it.

Pain shot through me, but I didn’t move. I didn’t even flinch. Blood ran warm between my fingers, dripping to the floor.

“Lyra,” I whispered calmly, stroking her hair. I didn't know how I was so calm, knowing that blood rushed down my hands. Maybe because my wolf thought that staying calm would calm his mate. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be scared.”

She didn’t hear me. Her whole body trembled.

That was when the doctors rushed in. One held her still while another pressed a syringe against her neck. Within seconds, her body loosened, her breathing slowed, and she slumped back onto the bed.

Klaus stepped forward, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. “You’re bleeding.”

I looked at him but didn’t take it. “Leave it.”

He sighed and pocketed it again.

The doctor wiped his forehead, shaking his head. “She had traces of wolfsbane in her system. We managed to flush most of it out, but it was… a lot.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

Wolfsbane.

Of course.

Kendrick.

My jaw tightened. “Why would he do that to her?” I said, mostly to myself. “She was his Luna. His wife.”

The doctor hesitated. “Perhaps it’s best we discuss this in my office.”

I followed him out. Klaus trailed behind, muttering something under his breath.

Inside the office, the air was too still. Papers stacked on the table, the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to the walls.

The doctor gestured to a chair. “You said she’s from your pack?”

Before I could answer, Klaus cut in, voice sharp. “That’s not relevant. You should focus on keeping her alive, not digging into where she’s from.”

The doctor frowned. “I meant no offense, Beta. I just need to understand her medical history.”

I stood up. “That’ll be all.”

He nodded, uneasy.

As I walked out, I turned once more toward the room. Through the glass, I could see her lying there, fragile, silent, lost.

For a moment, I couldn’t move. My wolf stirred under my skin, restless, growling low.

I walked back to the doctor’s desk. “One last thing,” I said. “Will the memory loss be permanent?”

He looked up at me, pity clouding his eyes. “It’s possible. The trauma and wolfsbane damage… it’s not something we can easily reverse.”

I nodded slowly. “I see.”

When I turned away, my reflection followed me down the corridor,same eyes, same face, but I barely recognized the man staring back.