Alpha's Reborn: A Luna's Revenge

Chapter Three

Alpha Reborn: A Luna's Revenge

Ezra/Adam's POV

Pain. It was the first thing I felt as consciousness slowly returned to me. My head throbbed like someone had smashed it against a rock. My body was stiff and heavy, as though I had been lying in one place for far too long.

I blinked, the dim light blinding me for a moment. When my vision cleared, I found myself staring at a straw ceiling. The room smelled faintly of herbs. Where was I?

I tried to sit up, but my body protested. My muscles screamed, and a sharp pain shot through my skull. I groaned and felt a hand press gently against my chest, urging me to lie back down.

"Easy now," said a soft voice.

I turned my head and saw an old woman sitting beside me. Her eyes were kind, but her face was weathered, lined with years of hardship. Confusion twisted in my gut. I didn't recognize her.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Where are my guards? Where is Nora?"

The woman removed a damp cloth from my forehead and folded it neatly before placing it aside. "You're lucky, child," she said, her voice filled with quiet strength. "We found you near the river, almost at the forbidden border. If it weren't for one of the rogues spotting you, you'd have died out there."

Rogues. My heart stuttered, and adrenaline surged through me. I forced myself to sit up despite the protests of my body. The pain didn't matter. I had to get out of here.

"You're a rogue?" I asked sharply, my eyes narrowing. My gaze darted around the small hut, taking in the sparse furniture, the pile of herbs in the corner, and the single open window.

Before the woman could answer, the door creaked open. A tall man stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. I instinctively grabbed the nearest object—a stick leaning against the wall—and pointed it at him.

"Who are you?" I demanded. "Are you a rogue too?"

The man's expression remained calm as he stepped further into the room. He crossed his arms, glancing briefly at the woman before looking back at me. They weren't attacking. Why weren't they attacking?

I clenched the stick tighter. "Why aren't you attacking me? Isn't that what rogues do?" My voice rose, anger and confusion spilling out. "You should be thrilled to see an Alpha—your worst enemy—standing here unarmed."

The man exchanged a glance with the woman, his brows furrowing slightly. "You're an Alpha?" he asked, his tone skeptical. "What pack are you from?"

"Blood…" I said silently, but the name felt wrong in my mouth. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I staggered slightly, catching myself against the wall.

"Why are you asking me that?" I snapped. "Don't you know who I am?"

The woman frowned, her expression softening with concern. "I'm sorry," she said. "We don't know you. You've been unconscious for a week. You should rest."

A week? Her words struck me like a physical blow. I stumbled toward a small cracked mirror propped against the wall. My reflection stared back at me, and my breath caught in my throat.

The face in the mirror wasn't mine.

The man in the reflection had a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and wild, dark hair. His golden eyes burned with intensity, but they weren't my eyes. My hands trembled as I touched my face, searching for some familiarity, but it wasn't there.

"What… What is this?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "What happened to me? Where is my body?"

I turned back to the woman and the man, pointing the stick at them with renewed desperation. "What have you done to me? Why am I here?"

The woman raised her hands in a calming gesture, stepping toward me slowly. "Relax, child," she said. "You're safe here. You've been through something terrible. You need rest to recover."

Her gentle tone only fueled my frustration. "Don't call me 'child'!" I shouted, my voice cracking with anger. "I am an Alpha I have a Pack! I am not—" I stopped myself, my breath hitching. What was the point? They didn't recognize me.

My grip on the stick faltered, and I let it fall to the floor. Exhaustion overtook me, and I sank to my knees, my head in my hands. None of this made sense.

Why couldn't they recognize me? Why couldn't I recognize myself? And where was Nora?

The woman knelt beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You've been through more than you realize," she said gently. "Give yourself time. We'll help you."

Her kindness unsettled me. Why would rogues help me, especially if I was their enemy?

"Why was I unconscious?" I asked, my voice quieter now. "What happened to me?"

The man stepped forward, holding out a glass of water. "Here," he said. "You're probably thirsty."

I stared at him for a moment before taking the glass. The cool liquid soothed my throat, and I hadn't realized how parched I was.

"Thank you," I muttered.

The woman smiled faintly. "You're lucky to be alive. My name is Marai," she said. "I'm a healer. I used to be part of the Bloodfang Pack—before Alpha Ezra exiled me."

Her words hit me hard, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. "And him?" I asked, nodding toward the man.

"This is Jack," Marai said. "He's a lone wolf who became a rogue. What about you? Do you remember your name?"

My throat tightened. If I told them who I really was, they'd laugh at me—or worse, see me as a threat. And how could I explain what even I didn't understand?

"Adam," I said finally, the name unfamiliar on my tongue. "My name is Adam."

Marai and Jack exchanged a glance before nodding.

"Well, Adam," Marai said, "you're safe here for now. Rest. When you're ready, we'll introduce you to the others."

I nodded absently, but her words barely registered. My mind was spinning with questions.

How had I ended up here? What had happened to my body? And where were Nora and Keal?

I clenched my fists, silently vowing to find answers. Whoever had done this to me would regret it.