The Alpha's Amnesia

way with a gloomy look and a stiff posture, as if he had just come from the thick of a fight. Hi

w, as if he were going into a pla

leaming floor. The air between them got heavy with an unspoken weight. Elara stood by the fire, he

strained voice. "They're not sure you're still

p behind a leader made them strong. But if they were asking him questions... Jaxon's jaw tightened. "People are talking, Ryder. The loss of memory. Th

m his chest, primitive and full of danger. The room felt sm

e. And when an Alpha is unsure, it's like

ho he is. But his throat got stuck on the words. He was still trying to figure out who he was a

nd me?" Ryder's voice was low and calm, but t

stepped back, and his eyes quickly m

eggshells. "You need to get it. The pack is watching and waiting for y

His wolf snarled again, this time louder. Jaxon's voic

ithin, he was falling apart. The wolves in his pack, who had always turned to him for s

, "They want me to lead?" His voice was low and controlled, but the rage inside him

g about something. "It's not that easy," he said, his voice firm but care

k and forth between the two guys. She wanted to step in and he

ip and demand the pack's loyalty. But there was something that stopped him. His uncertainties ate a

loser to Jaxon, his body language showing anger.

is eyes, something that wasn't said. "It's not about rememberi

ld. He could feel the walls of who he was falling, and a hol

voice alarmingly. He stared Ryder straight in the e

closing in on him, and the pack's concerns were too much for him to handle. His fists tightened again, and the usual wrath

voice had an edge. She slowly moved him aw

ld his arm tightly, and her pulse thudded against his

fine." But Ryder couldn't ignore the quiver

fissures. She was trying to keep something from him. He could tell she was tense because

a fire: what if Elara was hiding something from him?

pulled back just a little bit so he could see her face and sa

with something lighter. "Nothing," she responded in an

h turned. He d

Elara stood behind him, and her presence was a calm comfort. But Jaxon's words still hung in t

expression looked serious, and his jaw was tense. Ryder could sense the urgency in every st

a quiet voice full of w

oice that was too serious and weighty. He looked at Elara, but she h

s voice firm, but he felt a s

doubting your ability to lead. He looked into Ryder's eyes and saw something profound

ak. Not when the pack needed him. But Jaxon's words

ared and made fists with his hands at

" And right now, they're losing theirs. He turned his head away, his eyes darting to Elar

re different now. They are aware of it. And if you can't sh

, feeling the menace and peril. But something in Jaxon'

or was there something else going on? The strain in Jaxon's eyes sta

t heavier as he walked, as if his choices pushed him down. The group was watching and waiting for

ke shards of glass that pierced through his ideas. He didn't know wh

him as he got to the d

nd a look of desperation. Her body was stiff, and something in h

l voice. "The pack needs to see that I am in ch

he reached to grab his arm. "Plea

est clenched. Her grip was almost desperate. He asked

d Ryder could feel the anxiety and conflict that were there

er," in a shaky vo

gh he could feel a terrible fear growing in his gut. What she said didn't

back at the floor. "I don't wan

ut what she meant. The way she spoke and looked at him made him