Amara’s POV.
I stood before the Alpha King, my heart pounding against my ribs as if trying to fulfill a thousand beats, after five long years of being apart. My memories had yet to return, but I could somehow recall a few memories of him.
“I was alone!” I sobbed, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably.
The agony and emotions of a woman longing for the love of her life, whom she hadn’t seen in years, were devastating. I felt as though a piece of my soul had been missing all this time, and I had been searching for it ever since.
The makeup Hannah had done for me now resembled that of a panda, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. All I wanted was the truth from his mouth. I wanted to know if he no longer loved me or if he had forgotten about me. I couldn’t help but wonder if
