Page 2 of Forgotten Mate

“No shit, Sherlock,” Keegan snapped. “She’scatatonic. Who are you?”

“I’m here for a meeting with Alpha Jericho,”he replied. “I’ve never met her, yet she seems familiar.”

“Well, it seems she knows you.”

The door opened and Alpha Jericho hurriedinside, glancing first at Greyden and then spotting Zenia on theground. In three strides he reached her and knelt.

“Zenia,” he murmured, placing one fingerunder her chin. He turned her face toward him even though her gazeremained on Greyden. “Look at me.”

He put enough alpha command in the order toforce her to turn away. She blinked as Jericho swam into view.

“Alpha,” she whispered.

“What?”

Her gaze darted to Greyden and then backagain. “He doesn’t remember. He’s forgotten me.”

It took a moment until realization dawned inhis eyes. Almost immediately, his mouth tightened in anger. “He’sthe one?”

She nodded.

“Keegan, take her to Payton at the diner,”he ordered.

“What about the shop?”

“I’ll watch it until you come back.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

Keegan took hold of Zenia’s hands and helpedher up. Greyden stood with her, staring intently. His focus burnedlike acid. When Greyden had walked away, she mourned, not quiteknowing what had happened. In her anguish, her wolf howled withdespair before disappearing. Losing such a vital part of her soulmade her weak and emotionally fragile, and she’d gone through yearsof therapy just to be stable enough to have some kind of life. Shestill took anxiety medicine, which was unusual for a shifter.

“Zenia? Did you hear? I want you to go toPayton.”

“Okay,” she whispered shakily.

“Wait,” Greyden said, reaching out to grabher arm. “I want to know why she smells like my mate.”

She flinched away and he released her.Confusion highlighted his eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said.

“You already have,” she said, turning toKeegan who put her arm around her and led her out the door. Zeniabreathed through her heartache, wishing she had never met GreydenJames.

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Greyden narrowed his eyes as he watchedZenia leave. Something flickered to life in his memory, although hehad a hard time grasping it and pulling it forward. Why did thewoman seem so familiar? She had mentioned that he didn’t remember …but remember what? Had they met somewhere?

“Why did you do it?” Jericho asked, his tonecold.

He was so confused. “What is it I did?”

Jericho studied him, and Greyden threw hisshoulders back. He did not expose his neck because this wasn’t hisalpha. His own power was enough to ignore any command.

“Do you really not remember her?”

He shook his head. “Who is she?”

“Tell me something,” Jericho said, foldinghis arms across his chest. “Five years ago, did you attend theyearly gathering of the packs in Canada?”

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