Valentine With The Amnesia Alpha

Daniella's POV

Alpha and I arrived at the small police station near the pier, stepping inside to report his situation. The young officer on duty greeted us with an air of boredom, but his expression quickly shifted to intrigue when he started asking routine questions.

"What's your name?"

Alpha shook his head. "Don't know."

"Age?"

"No idea."

"Address?"

Alpha shrugged helplessly. "Can't remember."

The officer looked at me, his brow raised as if asking, What's the deal with this guy?

"So," he began, leaning back in his chair, "why are you calling him Alpha?"

I sighed, already exhausted by the explanation. "Because a few hours after I helped him to my house, three men were lurking outside my beach property. They were talking about someone they called 'Alpha.' They said it was impossible for him to survive being stabbed with a silver knife and something called wolfsbane. Whatever that is."

The officer's eyebrows shot up. "Wolfsbane?"

Alpha and I nodded in unison.

The officer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Are you... a wolf?"

Alpha chuckled, the deep baritone of his laugh filling the room. "I told her the same thing! But she keeps insisting that werewolves aren't real."

"And they're not!" I interjected, crossing my arms. "Wolves exist in fairy tales and the overactive imaginations of people who've seen Twilight one too many times. Let me guess—those villagers who claim they saw someone turn into a wolf were young women who conveniently fainted right after. No evidence, no proof. Just fantasies of finding a loyal wolf-man soulmate."

The officer grinned. "Fair point, ma'am. But you'd be surprised how many people in this village swear they've seen it. Some even claim to have witnessed transformations firsthand."

"Yeah, just like people claim to see UFOs. All stories, zero proof." I rubbed my temples, already regretting my morning coffee. "Anyway, I've reported his situation. If his family doesn't show up, I assume his... pack will?"

The officer tilted his head. "Are you planning to leave him here?"

"Absolutely! Can I?" I asked, practically pleading.

The officer shook his head. "Sorry, ma'am. We don't have sleeping accommodations here. It's better if he stays with you. We'll contact you if we find any leads on his family."

I groaned internally as Alpha turned to me with wide, pleading green eyes. His expression was so pitiful it reminded me of a lost puppy, and I felt my resolve crumbling.

"Fine," I muttered. "For humanity's sake, I'll take him back to my house... after we visit the hospital. But how will he register for anything without a name or ID?"

The officer smirked. "I can issue a temporary certificate for him under the name 'Alpha,' stating he has amnesia."

We both nodded, and soon after, we were on our way to the hospital.

At the hospital, Alpha underwent a series of tests, including a CT scan and an MRI. The doctor studied the results, her face twisting in confusion.

"Are you pretending to have amnesia?" she asked, skeptical.

"No," Alpha replied softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Well, there's no sign of trauma. No swelling, no clots—nothing that explains memory loss." She turned to me, clearly puzzled.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm just as confused. When I found him, he had a long gash on his stomach and deep cuts on his legs, but by morning, they were gone. Completely healed. Not even a scar."

The doctor's brow furrowed. "Could he be... a werewolf?" she asked with a playful smile.

I groaned and slapped my forehead. "Please, don't start. Werewolves aren't real."

The doctor laughed. "Of course not! But in werewolf stories, they heal quickly, so I thought I'd throw it out there."

"Right. Lucky for you, I don't read those novels. I stick to crime thrillers. Otherwise, I'd be just as crazy as everyone else in this town," I said, rolling my eyes.

The doctor chuckled again, but Alpha remained silent, his head bowed. "Medically, there's nothing wrong with you," she concluded. "This might be psychological trauma from a fall or a severe emotional shock. Hopefully, your memory will return in time."

Leaving the hospital, I glanced over at Alpha, who was now dressed in Mr. Martin's old clothes. The borrowed shirt was too tight, the sleeves barely reaching his forearms, and the pants were short enough to make his ankles visible. He looked like he'd outgrown them by two decades.

I sighed. "Okay, I can't keep looking at you in those. Let's get you some clothes."

We stopped at a local store, where I picked out a few basics for him. Alpha followed me quietly as I added a week's worth of groceries to my cart. With someone his size eating three meals a day, my pantry wouldn't last a week.

As we reached the checkout counter, Alpha finally spoke. "You buy a lot of... snacks."

I glanced at the bags of chips, cookies, and chocolates I'd thrown in. "Welcome to human life. Snacks are essential."

" My body remember I never it this kind of food ," he replied, shaking his head. "We eat lean proteins, fresh greens, and nutrient-rich meals prepared by our chef. Keeps us strong and alert."

I smirked. "Well, you're in for a treat. Tonight, we're having frozen pizza. The most nutritious meal on the planet."

His face contorted, half amused and half horrified. " Pizza isn't food. It's grease on bread."

"It's delicious. Don't knock it until you try it."

Back at the house, I popped a pizza in the oven while Alpha examined the kitchen cabinets, searching for something—anything—that fit his idea of a proper meal.

"There's no quinoa. No kale. No organic protein bars," he muttered, pulling out jars of peanut butter and jelly with a look of disgust.

"It's called living like a normal person," I teased, setting the table.

Alpha frowned but sat down reluctantly when the pizza was ready. I watched as he took a bite, his expression shifting from cautious to mildly horrified.

"See? Isn't it amazing?" I asked with a grin.

"I'm not sure amazing is the word I'd use," he replied, chewing reluctantly. "But it's... edible."

"High praise," I said, laughing.

The holidays were supposed to be my time for peace and solitude. But now, I was stuck with him—a stranger with amnesia who genuinely believed he was a werewolf. What a life.

And with the police working on holiday schedules, it was clear Alpha would be my uninvited guest until at least New Year's.

Goodbye, me-time. Hello, chaos.