When the footsteps stopped beside the bed, I snapped my eyes open, revealing my wolf ws and swiftly lunging at the neer.


    However, in an instant, my hand was caught in a firm grip.


    “Huh?” I was surprised.


    I hadn’t expected to be overpowered so easily.


    Raising my eyes, I met the gaze of a man with golden curls and a strikingly handsome face.


    Ivy was equally taken aback.


    “He’s so handsome!”


    “Focus,” I scolded her.


    Attraction was irrelevant in life-or-death situations.


    Furthermore, this beautiful man clearly had the upper hand.


    I eyed him warily and demanded, “Who are you?”


    His reaction was a surprised arch of his eyebrows and a tone filled with disbelief.


    “Hmm? You’ve forgotten me so soon?”


    His voice carried a hint that the fault was mine for not recognizing him.


    I scrutinized his face closely, searching for something familiar, but nothing came to mind.


    I admitted honestly, “I don’t remember.


    ”


    The man clearly had power, and I realized I wasn’t in a position to challenge him.


    Opting for honesty seemed the smarter route-it might even coax out the information I needed.


    He almostughed before dropping a bombshell.


    “I am your husband.


    ”


    I frowned slightly.


    Despite the amnesia, my gut screamed that this man was not my husband.


    I felt no connection to him whatsoever.


    Ivy quickly interjected, “Don’t listen to him, honey.


    He’s lying! He doesn’t feel like a mate to me, and I feel no affection towards him either!”


    “Yes, I know, don’t worry,” I reassured her, then turned my attention back to the man.


    “You’re lying,” I stated tly.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “I don’t feel any mate bond with you, and neither does my wolf.


    ”


    “Really?” He feigned a look of regret and shrugged.


    “I had forgotten that werewolves can sense their mates.


    ”


    I choked.


    Was deceiving people so natural to him?


    “You’re right.


    I’m indeed not your mate.


    I apologize for deceiving you,” he admitted, more openly this time.


    Strangely, his confession brought me some relief, yet a voice in my head warned that trusting him could still be dangerous.


    Nheless, I pressed him further, “Then who are you, really? Where is this ce? And how did I end up here?”


    The man replied candidly, “You are in witches’ territory.


    My name is Andrew Pierce, and I’m the man who saved your Life.


    ”


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