Chapter 3 A STRANGER IN HER EYES

DANE'S POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes flashed in shock, still tangled from the storm we'd created hours ago, but my mind wasn't only on the 100% rated sex she gave me; no, I was still in shock from what Maya pulled last night.

"Oh my, oh my... My humble dick felt her wet pussy!"

Maya was no longer the quiet, submissive girl I thought I knew; she straddles me now, her thighs pressed firm around my waist, her fingers dragging slowly down my chest, nails grazing, claiming. Her touch was no longer hesitant or shy. It was possessive.

I stared up at her, wide-eyed, lips parted in shock and arousal. "Maya...?" I said in a whisper, more of a question than a statement.

But she didn't answer; instead, she leaned down, her breath hot against me, and wrapped the bedsheet to cover her body. I could still feel the imprint of her fingernails on my back, the echo of her breathless moans in my ear.

She wasn't just making love; she was taking control, and I couldn't lie to myself-I liked it. Hell, I wanted more.

"This isn't Maya; it was a sex machine or whatever version one decides to call her." I mused thoughtfully to myself.

I think I witnessed a new Maya; the Maya I knew, soft, obedient, and always melting at my touch, was gone. All she ever does is follow my command, more like a sex doll only. But every glance screamed something new.

"If you want me, you earn me. Not command me." The words didn't just sting me; they ignited something primal in me.

I had always had my way with Maya. She never fought me. Even when she should've. I could take her with a whisper, a kiss to her neck, and a hand around her waist. But now. "Why are you covering your body? But you love to seduce me while wearing your cloth."

This new Maya would claw her way out of hell before she let me dominate her.

I turned my head slowly towards where she stood now by the open window, wrapped in only a silk robe, the moonlight kissing her skin. Her hair swayed in the night breeze, and for a moment, she looked like a goddess carved from shadow and flame.

I rose, slowly, unsure of whether I wanted to confront her or worship her. "You've changed," I said quietly.

She didn't look at me. "No," she replied, her voice low but laced with steel. "I remembered who I am."

I took a step forward. "Maya would never talk to me like that." She turned, finally, her blue eyes meeting mine. But it wasn't anger I saw in them. It was something deeper: power, pain, and fire.

"Who are you?" A question she never ceases to ask me.

"Do I have the power to fuck someone to make her lose her memory or what? Is my wolf too powerful as an Alpha?"

"Maya, can you stop pretending as if you don't know!" I growled at her. But it kept on getting worse, as her blue eyes began to glow deeper, like she was about to attack me.

"I don't know you; I haven't seen you before in my entire life?" She said, her soft voice so audible.

It's becoming too serious. How could I even comprehend that I fucked her, and she lost her memory? How is that even possible? Is this a lucid interval? The pack mustn't know about her new attitude.

"I am Alpha Dane, king of Moonshine kingdom!" I said, with my gaze fixed directly on her and hers on mine.

I was left with no choice but to fill in the vacuum, but she never flinched on hearing my name; she doesn't seem familiar with it.

"King?" She asked,

"Yes, and I got married to you, Maya; you are my queen." I continue explaining to her, especially when I noticed her strange daze at me.

Just as Maya began to rise in the storm between them, her body arched and her breath trembled on the edge of something deep, but a knock shattered everything.

"Knock-knock!" It was firm, repeated, and urgent.

We both froze in place; she's breathing heavily, hearts racing for entirely different reasons now. Her robe slid down slightly from her shoulder as she blinked. Chest heaving from the intensity that had just been broken.

I growled low, frustration bubbling under my skin as I grabbed my pants from the floor. "Who the hell is that...?"

I flung the door open to find Amelia, Maya's maid, her head bowed respectfully but her voice sharp with urgency.

"Forgive me, Alpha Dane. But it's the Cubs!" She uttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The silence behind me suddenly became loud. "What happened to them?"

"Loki and Aria are awake. They're crying, asking for their mother."

"Alright, calm them down; she'll be there soon." I said in relief that nothing happened to them.

As I watched Amelia leave the room, I turned back to see Maya standing still in the center of the room, her robe clutched tightly around her, but it was her face, her expression, that caught my attention. Her eyes were wide, confused, and terrified.

"Children?" Maya whispered. "You said... Cubs?"

"Yes, Maya. Loki and Aria. Your 5-year-old twins. They've been asking to see you." I stated. "Wait, don't tell me you don't remember your children either?"

"I... I don't know them!" Her tone changed, her voice etched with confusion. She pressed her hands against her temples, her breath growing shallow. "Do you mean I gave birth? But I lost my child!"

She sounded seriously pitiful, like a mother who lost her child in cold blood. I felt like a different man to her for the first time since I got married to her.

"Maya, we've been the king and queen of the moonshine kingdom for five years, blessed with two cubs." I explained in detail. "I'll try to fill in your memories, but I need you to act accordingly!" I asserted sharply, I have enough enemies that would love to hear that my mate has lost her memory and doesn't remember anything.