Chapter 4-He Remembers
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Namara's POV:
“Say something, Namara.” He pressed. “Why are you quiet?”
That was when I realized that I was yet to give him a reply. The threatening words I said earlier were just thoughts.
I didn't voice it out.
And I thank Goodness that I didn't.
He should never find out that everything had changed
I met his gaze. "What’s wrong?" I repeated, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "The question is, what’s wrong with you?"
Damien frowned, clearly not expecting such a response. "What do you mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "You’re still recovering from last night. You need to rest."
I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at him—really looked at him. "That's exactly what I’m saying.” I replied. “ What the hell is wrong with you? You almost killed me last night.”I said, trying to force out a smile.
I watched as Damien’s smile grew wider, his gaze softening. He leaned forward, resting his hand on my shoulder as though everything between us was still just as it was the night before.
The memories of what had transpired. The murder, my execution, the betrayal—came flooding back.But the most shocking thing of all was the realization that I was alive.
‘I was given another chance, and I won't waste it.’ I said to myself, as I stumbled to my feet.
Everything had changed.
“Come on, Namara.” He said, noticing the frown that crept up on my face. “You should smile more. We’re finally married. Isn’t it a beautiful thing?”
I wanted to laugh. He could play the fool all he wanted, but I wasn’t buying it anymore. His touch felt wrong, even as he slid his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He wanted to cuddle, wanted to act like it was all okay.
But it wasn’t.
I shifted away from him, feeling his warmth suddenly suffocating. “I don’t feel like it.” I muttered, as I pushed his hand off me. He blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by my resistance. But I couldn’t stop myself. My skin crawled at his closeness.
“You okay?” He asked. “You’re not still feeling the effects of last night, are you?”
I had to bite back the urge to snap at him. I had to hold it in, for now. I could feel the walls pressing in on me, trying to keep my cool, trying to make him think I was still the same person who loved him.
“I just feel sticky.” I said, lying through my teeth as I forced a smile, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Before he could protest, I shoved past him and headed for the bathroom, breathing heavily. I couldn’t stay near him, not with the anger and confusion building inside me. But as I reached the door, I heard his footsteps following me.
“Hey, wait.” He called out, his voice a little too playful. “What’s wrong with us showering together? I’m sure it’ll make you feel better.”
I froze.
The last thing I wanted was to be in a confined space with him, feeling his disgusting presence. “No,” I said quickly, stepping aside and turning to face him. “I’m fine. I’ll shower alone.”
But Damien didn’t back down. His expression shifted to that charming, persistent one he always wore. “Come on, Namara. I’ll help you relax. We’re married now. What’s the harm?”
I could hear the hint of mischief in his tone, and I just wanted to get away. A quick idea came to my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile—although it wasn’t the friendly kind. “Fine.” I said, trying to act nonchalant. “Here’s the deal. If I get to the bathroom first, I’ll shower alone. But if you get there before me, we shower together.”
I turned quickly before he could react, pushing past him. I heard him curse softly behind me as I dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I leaned against it, taking deep breaths, my heart racing.
I needed space.
I needed to breathe.
As I sank to the floor, I let the tears fall. Everything felt like it was crashing down around me. I didn’t know what to do with all of these feelings, with the weight of everything I now knew. The truth was suffocating, too much for me to carry.
How did I end up here?
I closed my eyes, and the memories came rushing back to me—of when I first met Damien, he was so different then. Cold, detached, and he seemed to hate everything to do with the Pack.
He was Beta Haven's son, my father's Beta. But he was rarely seen, he kept to himself, and when his mother passed, our families had to attend the funeral.
That’s when we met.
It hadn’t taken long for Damien to latch onto me, and I, naive as I was, thought I had found someone who understood me. But now I wondered if everything was a lie. Had he known Nicolle before me? Or had they only come together after I introduced her to him? The thought made my stomach churn.
And then it hit me.
Alexander.
Where was he? He was always there for me, but now I couldn’t even remember the last time I had seen him.
He refused to attend my wedding.
I quickly finished showering, then I stepped out of the shower, hurriedly dressing in the clothes I had left on the counter.
When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Damien was asleep again, sprawled out across the bed. For a brief moment, I stood there, watching him, wondering if I had ever truly known him. He was just a stranger to me now.
I quickly grabbed my things and slipped out of the room, doing my best to avoid waking him. I wasn’t sure what I was doing or what I was going to find, but I had to go. My feet took me out of the house, and as I passed through the hall, I nearly bumped into Nicolle.
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. “What are you doing here?” She asked.I didn’t miss the glint of amusement in her eyes.
How did I not see this before?
Was I so foolish in the past?
“Why are you here?” I shot back.
Nicolle laughed, crossing her arms. “You really don’t remember? A few days before your wedding, you had to force me to stay with you at the Packhouse. You begged me to stay, and now you’re acting like you don’t remember?”
My mind went blank. For a moment, I couldn’t remember—then it hit me. I had asked her to stay with me.
I smiled, masking my anger. “Well, Nicolle.” I said coolly. “Now that it’s a day after the wedding, you should get going.”
She started to speak, but I cut her off. “No more words. Just leave.” I turned on my heel, rushing out of the house without another word. I didn’t care if she was angry. I didn’t care about anything except getting out of that house.
I had to go to Alexander.
I didn’t go with the driver because I didn’t want anyone tracking me. Instead, I hailed a cab, giving the driver the address to Alexander’s mansion. The ride felt too long, but eventually, I arrived.
My heart pounded as I hurried up to the gate, knocking desperately. The gatekeeper let me in without question.
I ran to the front door, banging loudly. It didn’t take long for the door to swing open, and to my surprise, it wasn’t the maid who greeted me—it was Alexander himself.
Before I could speak, he pulled me into his arms, enveloping me in the warmth I had desperately needed. I felt a lump rise in my throat. I didn’t know if I was relieved or if my heart was breaking all over again.
After a long, lingering moment, he pulled away, his eyes searching mine. “How the hell are we still alive?” He asked.
He remembers?
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