After my Alpha lost his memory

"Yes, Jason. Right there. Fuck, don't stop."

The moan violently pierced the quiet foyer the second I pushed the front door open. My hand froze over my lower stomach, fingers brushing the fabric of my coat. The ultrasound photo in my pocket suddenly felt like a heavy stone.

"God, Nancy," a deep, familiar voice rumbled from the top of the stairs. "You feel so damn good."

Jason. My husband. The Alpha of the Ash White Pack.

I gripped the banister, the wood digging into my palms. A month ago, a rogue ambush left him bleeding out on the forest floor. He woke up with a fractured skull and a fractured mind. He forgot me. He forgot our mating bond. All he remembered was her. His childhood sweetheart, Nancy, who ran away five years ago and conveniently returned the day after he woke up.

"Harder," Nancy whimpered. The rhythmic thumping of the headboard echoed down the hallway.

I pressed my lips together, tasting copper. For four weeks, I swallowed my pride. I brewed his teas, bandaged his wounds, and endured his blank stares. I told myself his memory would return. We would be a family again.

I thought my patience would pay off. The doctor at the pack hospital had just given me the best news of my life. I was carrying the next heir to the Ash White Pack. I had practically run home to tell him, hoping a pup would trigger something in his broken mind.

But this? I stared down at my flat stomach. I couldn't subject my pup to this twisted reality.

The thumping upstairs stopped. A low, satisfied groan vibrated through the floorboards.

Bile rose in my throat. I wanted to run out the front door and never look back. But I was the Luna. I had a duty to my unborn child and to myself.

Footsteps padded against the hardwood above. They were coming down.

I didn't move. My feet remained glued to the floor rug.

Jason appeared first. He wore only gray sweatpants, his broad chest still slick with sweat. His silver eyes—the same eyes that used to soften only for me—locked onto my face. They held zero recognition. Only annoyance.

Nancy trailed behind him, wearing Jason's oversized flannel shirt. She smirked, dragging a manicured fingernail down his bicep.

"You're back early," Jason stated. His tone lacked any warmth.

"Jason," I forced the word out. "We need to talk. Alone."

Nancy scoffed. She stepped in front of him, blocking my view of his chest. "Talk about what, Ava? Are you going to beg him to remember a fake marriage again?"

"I am his Luna," I snapped. I straightened my spine, refusing to shrink. "And you are a guest in my home. Step aside."

Nancy didn't move. She tilted her head, a mock pout on her lips. "Your home? Jason, tell her."

Jason descended the final two steps. He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Nancy. "She isn't a guest, Ava. She's moving into the Alpha suite permanently."

My chest tightened. "You're replacing me? Just like that?"

"There is nothing to replace," Jason replied. His voice remained entirely flat, devoid of the passion that used to color his every word to me. "I don't remember you. You claim we are mates, but I feel nothing when I look at you. No pull. No bond."

"Because of the head trauma!" I stepped forward, reaching for his hand.

He yanked his arm back before my fingers could brush his skin.

The rejection stung worse than a physical blow.

"Don't touch me," he warned, his eyes flashing a dangerous silver. "I'm tired of this game, Ava. I'm tired of waking up to a stranger crying in my house. Nancy is here now. She's the only real thing I have left."

"I am real!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the high ceilings. "Our life was real! We fought rogues together. We built this pack together. You promised to love me until the Moon Goddess took our souls!"

"Stop screaming," Nancy ordered, rubbing her temples. "You're giving him a headache."

"Shut up, Nancy!" I glared at the she-wolf. "This is between me and my husband."

"Not anymore," Nancy laughed. The sound grated against my ears. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Jason doesn't remember you. You mean nothing to him. You don't belong in the Ash White Pack, and you certainly aren't our Luna. You need to pack your shit and get out."

I looked past her, fixing my gaze on my Alpha. "Are you going to let her speak to me like that? After everything we've built?"

Jason shifted his weight. A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Nancy is right, Ava. This arrangement isn't working. You need to leave the Pack House."

My knees weakened. "Leave? Where am I supposed to go?"

"Anywhere but here," Nancy chimed in.

"I'm pregnant." The words spilled out before I could stop them.

Silence dropped over the staircase.

Nancy's eyes narrowed into slits. "Nice try. You really think a pathetic lie like that will make him keep you around?"

"It's true!" I reached into my pocket, pulling out the crumpled ultrasound paper. "Jason, look at this. It's our pup. The doctor just confirmed it an hour ago."

Jason didn't even glance at the paper. He stared at my face with absolute apathy. "If you are pregnant, it isn't mine. I haven't touched you since I woke up."

A harsh laugh tore from my throat. The sound surprised even me. "We mated before the attack! We were trying for a baby! How can you be so blind?"

"Enough," Jason growled. His Alpha aura flared, pressing down on my shoulders like a physical weight. "I won't let you trap me