The Forgotten Luna (Adessa)

KAEL.

After my conversation with Landon, I asked him to drive me to the center. I bought a new phone and called Rasmus.

It took three transfers before I was finally able to catch him.

"Holy shit! Is that you? Damn, Kael, I thought you're already dead." He began as soon as our lines connected.

I chuckled. "What do you mean?"

"I haven't heard from you for a long time. The last time I called you, Dexter said you went out hunting. I called three times that day, and you were still out hunting. I called a week later and was given the same reason." He snickered.

It must have been during the time I was in a coma. I wondered why they didn't tell my closest family about my condition.

"I didn't know hunting has been your new favorite pastime." He continued. "I thought no one can beat fucking, especially when you have a Luna..."

"I need help." I cut him off.

As much as I wanted to joke around with Rasmus, I had no more energy today. Not when I had many things in my head.

"Should I feel hurt? You only remember me when you need something."

"Yeah, my bad. So, will you help me?" Again, I had no time to waste joking around.

Rasmus and I were close during our university days but seldom communicated after we became Alphas. However, we were both ready to assist each other if needed.

"I don't even know what you need."

I began talking, and Rasmus's demeanor changed from playful to business.

I told him about Adessa being taken and Draco hunting her. I told him Draco thought she had killed his brother, and I had no idea where she was.

I also asked for assistance for my own protection and laid out the plans I had in mind. Like always, Rasmus didn't hesitate, and we confirmed what needed to be done.

The call ended on a positive note, giving me hope that I would find Adessa soon. I hope I was right.

"Please don't do this again. You don't have to decide now. I can live with the setup that we have at the moment. Just don't cut me out of your life..." Desiree sobbed, her voice breaking as her arms around my neck tightened, her head resting on my chest while I remained standing still, keeping my hands on my side.

I came home after my conversation with Rasmus and found Desiree waiting for me. She was in a better mood.

She apologized for shouting at me earlier and asked if I wanted to unwind with her tonight at our favorite grill house or visit some bars nearby.

I declined and told her we needed to talk privately. I couldn't hold off breaking things off with her. My mind was already occupied with the pack and Adessa. I didn't need another woman to worry about.

"It's not fair for you if we keep this relationship going," I replied. I had the urge to hug her and pacify her cries, but I knew doing so would only make her assume that I would change my mind.

"I said I was sorry for my outburst earlier. Any woman in my shoes would feel the same way..."

I raised my hands and held her arms, peeling them off my neck. This time, she didn't struggle and loosen her hold on me.

"That's why we need to end this. It's unfair for you because there's no way I would stop protecting Adessa. She needs me now." I tried to explain in a calm way.

Her hands clamped over her mouth, tears continued to fall from her eyes, and she struggled to keep her body from shaking. I didn't like what I was seeing, but I kept a stoic expression.

She lowered her hands, her lips

quivering as she spoke. "What if I'm

okay with that? Will you let me stay?

е

We don't need to be intimate, too. Just don't throw me out of your life again. You did it a year ago, and you have no idea how horrible life had been after we broke up. don't want to experience that anymore."

"Desiree..." My heart clenched in pain, knowing I was hurting her again. "I'm sorry. I wish I could remember everything. Why we broke up. Why I chose Adessa... But couldn't. All I know is she's my wife, and it was unfair that I just threw her out of my life without even thinking about it."

"She's not your wife anymore."

"She is not anymore because I made an abrupt decision when I was not in my right frame of mind."

"Do you love her?" she asked.

I placed my fingers on my temples, massaging them before I stepped backward and turned around, heading to where my glass of scotch was. "I don't. I don't know. I can't remember her. But I have an obligation to protect her." "How about me? Do you still love me?"

The glass I was holding hung in the air, almost on my lips. Instead of proceeding to drink, I placed it down on the table and turned around to face her.

"I don't know." I answered, my eyes looking straight at hers.

"What do you mean? Didn't you tell me you loved me when you woke up? When you picked me up from my apartment? When you told me you arranged to have the divorce paper ready? What was that? Were those lies?"

I swallowed before I brushed my hands against my face, not knowing how to answer that without hurting her more. But it was now or never.

"I woke up, and all I remembered

was that I love you. So, I did what I

thought was the right thing to do. kicked Adessa out of my life and took you back in. But days after that, I realized I was living in the idea that

I loved you. I don't feel anything...

not anymore."

Her lips quivered some more as her eyes watered again, but she didn't take her gaze off me. Her pain was breaking my heart, but there was no turning back.

If I had to be the bad guy, then so be it.

"And Adessa? Do you love her?" Her tone was sharper, and her eyes narrowed as she waited for my response.

"I answered that already."

"I want an honest answer. Do you love her?" This time, she raised her voice slightly.

"I don't know. I can't remember anything about her, but..." I paused.

"But?" she asked.