Alpha's Bride

10-Amnesia

“Madam, Mr. Dylan is here.”

I was in my room looking after Arthur when Leigh & Orange came in and told me that Dylan Brooksville must be in a hurry or he wouldn't be here at this hour.

The search was fruitless. I glanced at Arthur, who was still asleep. I got up and looked at Leigh & Orange. “Let's go. We don't want to keep Mr. Dylan waiting.”

In the living room, Dylan was sitting up straight. He was a little more nervous than he had been the last time. He saw me, and there was a flash of eagerness in his eyes.

“Mr. Dylan, what can I do for You?”

“It's nothing urgent. Last Time, you said that Arthur arrived home safely, but for some reason, I didn't meet him. I came today to see him for Peace of mind.”

Dylan knows better than I do. I knew what he meant, but he was just trying to get information from me. He couldn't sit still after days of no news from the Mafia.

Obviously, I had guessed correctly that Arthur's disappearance had something to do with this man, but I played it cool with him.

“Mr. Dylan has come at a bad time. I'm afraid he can't see any visitors today.”

When I turned him down again, Dylan was visibly displeased. He looked at me and said, with a deep voice, “My Lady, Arthur is my brother. Are you afraid of something, or is Arthur Not Found?”

After seeing the panic on my face, his voice became more and more confident, apparently convinced that I had deceived him.

After all, how could I find someone who couldn't even find the mafia, but he's going to be disappointed this time. I Won't let him see him, except to let Arthur Rest, more important is to keep him living in fear.

As long as he didn't see it with his own eyes, he couldn't be sure that Arthur was dead, and whatever plan he had, he didn't dare to go on for a while.

Arthur was like a ticking time bomb to him. He wouldn't do anything until he was sure.

I was worried about prevarication, but luckily Arthur came back, so I didn't have to worry about him.

After all, he could not have dared to search the manor without authorization. Arthur was still the heir to the Brooksville family, and he was no more than an idle man.

Seeing that I was silent, Dylan's voice grew louder. “Madam, I respect that you're Arthur's wife, but I won't leave until I see Arthur today.”

He suddenly began to entanglement, but let me some headache, originally I just want to send him away, but this time he was determined not to leave.

While I was getting a headache, a familiar voice came from upstairs. “Dylan Brooksville, are you looking for me?”

I followed the sound and Arthur appeared.

He took the stairs and stepped down, and Dylan's face turned pale the moment Arthur appeared.

It seems that he is really very guilty, do not know what is done behind the scenes, will be the face of the ghost.

Dear Dylan, you don't look well. Are you ill?”

Arthur spoke in a cold, concerned tone that sounded more like a taunt.

I couldn't help smiling a little. I had to look at Arthur to see how odd he was.

This time, I want to know what this guy has to say.

Dylan forced a smile, but his pale face betrayed his true feelings. He pretended to be calm. “I am so happy to see you safe and sound, and I think my father is too.”

“Really? I thought you'd prefer I didn't come back.”

“No, we're brothers.”

Dylan retorted instantly, but it sounded more like a guilty conscience. He didn't even know it. He was shaking when he heard Arthur's voice, you Can't fool people with that kind of fear.

I don't know what happened, but Arthur's disappearance is definitely connected to him.

“Are you all right, Mr. Dylan? You look terrible.”

I pretended to be concerned, to test Dylan. Sure enough, he touched his face and shook his head. “I'm just thirsty, that's all.”

“Leigh & Orange, how would you like to make Mr. Dylan a cup of Black Tea?”

“No, I should tell my father that Arthur is all right. I'm really happy to see you again, Arthur.”

There was nothing happy about his expression.

Nobody said anything. Arthur wasn't sure why, but I was worried about Arthur's health. He was wounded, but I couldn't help but worry when I saw his wounds last night.

I asked Leann to escort Dylan out of the door, and when he was gone, he immediately went up to Arthur and said, “Are you all right? I'll help you get some rest.”

But I had not yet met Arthur when he looked at me defensively and said stiffly, “Are you the new servant?”

A servant? No, why would he think that? Is it because he's sick and his brain is fried.

I explained our relationship, but Arthur just gave me a cold look and went upstairs without saying a word to me.

A strange uneasiness came over me. Had Arthur Forgotten Me? That's impossible. He recognized Dylan. How could he not recognize me.

Perhaps because of the injury, so the brain is not clear.

Although some angry, but how can I care about a patient, but I would not think, from his wake up, he refused to let me near.

“Leigh & Orange, how is He?”

Arthur wouldn't let anyone near him but Leigh & Orange, which was odd, because I was more worried about him than I was about seeing him, and I had to ask Leann about him.

But this feeling was really bad. It was not easy for him to come back, but now, why did he push me so far away? Was it because he really forgot me, or was it because of other reasons? I don't know, that's why I'm more worried.

“The master is in good health. You need not worry.”

Leigh & Orange kindly informed me of Arthur's recent development. Werewolves are far more physically advanced than humans, so they tend to recover more quickly from their wounds than humans, the only problem is, he still doesn't remember me.

Leigh & Orange comforted me. Arthur only forgets when he's hurt. He always remembers.

But such words can not make me feel at ease, he remembered all but me, because of the stupid things I did to him before?

He only told me that day, will give me the mark of the answer, but now he woke up, I even see him hard.

For six days, I didn't see Arthur.

He has certainly recovered, and the werewolf's body is not like a normal person's, even if it is fatally injured, will recover in a short period of time.

I would have met him when he left the room.

Who knows, but before Arthur went out, ordered Arthur to lock me in the room.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm just following the master's orders.”

“Why would he do this to me when I didn't do anything?”

Even if he forgot me, he didn't have to be so hostile to me, it felt like he was cutting me out of his life completely.

But No, we have a lot to talk about.

“Leigh & Orange, you let me out.”

“I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I can't.”

The door was locked from the inside and I was locked in the room all day!

There was nothing left but the bread and water that had been in the room earlier, and I sat on the sofa, staring at the silly table.

On the Seventh Day, I was finally released, but Arthur was gone. When I asked Leigh & Orange about it, he told me that Arthur had some business to take care of. He had to travel for two weeks.

What things need to leave so long, Ha Ha, I'm afraid just to avoid me.

I expected him to wake up, but I hadn't seen him since the day Dylan left.

Arthur doesn't even want to see me now. He may not want to be my wife, or he may hate me, but either way, it hurts.

Arthur Brooksville, who not so long ago would have held me tenderly, now awaits me in a sexless marriage with no end in sight.

“Madam, perhaps the master has hurt his brain, and you can give him more time to remember.”

He remembers everyone but me.

Doesn't that tell you something?

Maybe in his heart, I am the one who hurt him the most, so he will remember everything, only forget me.

The heartache was still strong, but I couldn't get Leann to worry. I could only force a smile. “You're right. He'll remember.”

Arthur never said anything about locking me in the room, because he never came back.

I didn't see anyone in the Big House except Leann and the servants.

Every day I would stand in front of the French window, looking out of the window, imagine Arthur will suddenly appear in front of me, and then hug me said I miss.

From the beginning of high expectations, and then, I began to really think about my future and Arthur.

This marriage was born of deceit and lies from the very beginning, and I have said that when Angelo was well enough, she would take the opportunity to slip away, but I was blinded by the tenderness in front of me, gradually lost his original heart.

I was at peace again, like a stranger living here, eating and sleeping every day, occasionally lying on the sofa watching boring comedies, laughing with people on TV, but the tears fell uncontrollably.

Do not want, really do not want.

Now that he has forgotten, why do I continue to be trapped in that memory can not come out of it.

Nineteen or three days after Arthur's departure, I was saddened by the memory of him and his past. I had to open my heart a little bit so that I could truly choose to let go.

However, on the night of the twentieth day, Arthur suddenly appeared in my room and forced himself on me.

It all happened so fast that before I could react, Arthur had already thrown me onto the bed.

He tore my pajamas, index finger mercilessly inserted, the sudden movement made me cry out in pain, but he was strong to cover my mouth.

Without any foreplay, he barged in like this. His body felt as if it was being torn apart. It hurt like hell, but he kept moving his waist like a beast.

I've seen the physical strength of a werewolf. He can have s*x for three days without stopping. The feeling of being r***d doesn't give me any pleasure.

It was like the first time.

“Arthur, Stop, it hurts!”

I tried to push him away, but he stubbornly held my hands in place. He leaned over and kissed my lips. It was more like a kiss than a bite. It was like mating. He didn't have any feelings at all. He just went in and out.

Physical tears kept pouring out, perhaps there is not reconciled, disappeared for so long, the result came back only to do this kind of thing, in his eyes, I and prostitutes what is the difference.

He did it to me, as he did the first time, without mercy.

I could only feel the pain from tearing my lower body. He suddenly bent over and gently bit my chest. The numbing sensation came, and I couldn't help but moan. This small reaction probably pleased him, his dark green pupils suddenly looked up at me, face desire is not reduced, but more than a few different emotions in the eyes.

I couldn't guess what he was thinking. He had given up on me first, and he didn't want to see me, but now he was doing this to me.

“Arthur, don't do this to me...”

I don't want to spread my legs like a w***e.

He suddenly came up and kissed my nose and licked my face like a puppy, which was somewhat unusual.

But soon, his movements more fierce, lower body has long been unconscious, only to allow him to indulge their desires.

For three days, waking and unconscious, he repeated the primal act of intercourse, like an indefatigable animal.

I might die in his bed.

Until it was dark again, I finally could not stand fainting.

Wake up again, do not know how long later, the bed except me, no one else. If not physical discomfort, I even suspected that it was just a dream, but I clearly feel, where the pain of being torn.

It wasn't s*x, it was torture.

When I tried to get up naked, Leigh & Orange heard a voice coming through the door. He calmly pulled out his bathrobe and draped it over me, his face devoid of any hint of lust, and he remained calm despite my miserable state.

I let him put my bathrobe on without shame, but the pain between my legs came and I nearly collapsed.

“Have someone put on new sheets and covers later.”

Leigh & Orange said Hello, and I couldn't help but glance at the bed, where anyone could see what was going on.

“Madam, I'll see you to your room.”

Arthur left again, as if this time he had come back only to vent his lust on me.

Because of his unbridled desire, I lay in bed for several days before my body recovered.

I thought it was just an accident, but I didn't think it would become my daily routine.