Page 75 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

Chapter Thirty-four

Sasha

I could feel the burn of light through my lids. The cool touch of silk beneath my body sliding along my skin. But that wasn’t right, was it?

My eyes flew open as I thought about the soft mattress beneath me. I hadn’t any memory of falling asleep in a bed. Least of all, not one so soft and luxurious.

As I looked around, confused by my surroundings, a sharp throb in my head forced my eyes to close again. I pressed my hand to my temple and rubbed the spot with a groan before opening my eyes again to take in my surroundings once more.

With fresh eyes, I frowned at the brightly lit room. White marble columns lined the walls with a glow that illuminated the room. I moved from the bed, admiring the white silk sheets that had been wrapped around me like a cocoon. As I moved, I realized the long dress I was wearing and frowned.

Was this what I was wearing before?

My head pounded again, and I stumbled to the side. My hand clutched the bedpost as the world seemed to spin around me. I closed my eyes again, willing the world to stop. Begging my head to push away the pain.

As the pain faded again, I opened my eyes to explore the luxury of the room I was in. A large panel window showed a star filled moonless sky. I walked towards it, curious as to where the moon could be. It didn’t seem right for it to be a new moon. I could have sworn there should still be a moon in the sky, and I longed to see the silvery glow of the orb.

A flash of two silvery orbs crossed my mind, then yet another splitting headache that sent me to my knees as a cry of pain ripped from my lips.

“Sasha, my love,” a deep voice called out with the sound of the door swinging open. “What’s wrong? I could feel your pain.”

I turned to the voice, images of dark brown hair and light eyes coming to mind through the splitting headache. However, the man with the soft and loving voice didn’t match the blurred images in my head.

His hair was dark as night and his eyes were like voids that stared deep into my soul. I sat and stared up at him, confused about who he was. His clothes were as white as the room we stood in, a glow just under his skin humming with power as he stared at me from the doorway. He reminded me of the images of gods I’ve seen in old paintings. His aura was larger than himself as it filled the room with his power.

And he called me his love. How could someone so handsome and powerful be calling me his love? Yet, I felt a sense of recognition that I could not quite put my finger on as I looked up at him. His eyes were filled with concern as he approached me.

“What happened? I thought you were resting, Sasha Darling. You really shouldn’t be up and around yet. Not after fainting in the garden today.”

“I fainted?” I asked, my confusion filtering into my voice.

The man frowned and tilted his head as he bent beside me and took my hand. “Of course, don’t you remember? I even warned you that it was too soon after our mate bond and power transfer. But you insisted on a walk in the garden, and I couldn’t say no to you.”

“Mate bond? Are we mates?” I asked, the thought seeming impossible. This man was a stranger to me. Why wouldn’t I know my own mate?

His frown grew, the concern darkening his black hole eyes as he looked back at me. “You don’t remember?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know where I am. I’ve never seen this room before.”

His lips curled into an understanding smile, and he pulled me to my feet as he stood tall. “That is understandable at least. This room is after all, one of my other rooms. Now ours, as we are officially mates. Though I am concerned that you don’t remember me.”

I frowned and looked around the room, then back at him, that slight ping of recognition flashing in my mind. I knew him, but I couldn’t place how I knew him. I could also feel the mark of a mate burning under my skin, so I knew I had a mate. Shouldn’t I be able to feel that connection? The tether between mates?

Another spark of pain sent lights flashing in my eyes and I ripped my hand from his and pressed both to my head to press against the source of the pain.

“Relax,” my assumed mate cooed to me, his hands cupping over mine. His voice was gentle, and the words in his voice felt so familiar.

I had heard him say it to me before. He had comforted me with that word at another time, perhaps in the garden, before I fainted.

My eyes opened to look back up into his. Maybe he was telling me the truth. What did I have to lose to believe him? He was the only one here. He was the only one who seemed to be worried about me.

“Come on,” he said to me. “Everyone is waiting for us downstairs. I think joining the celebration will be good for you. Help you remember where you are and who you are.”

I frowned. “I know who I am. I’m Sasha Rigel-Chios.”

“Is that all that you are?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Isn’t there some title that you are missing? Aren’t you more important than simply the daughter of a pack alpha?”

I frowned again as I wracked my mind for what else there could be. Who else I could be?

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