Amara’s POV.

I stood before the Alpha King, my heart pounding against my ribs as if trying to fulfill a thousand beats, after five long years of being apart. My memories had yet to return, but I could somehow recall a few memories of him.

“I was alone,” I sobbed, trying to hold back the tears but failing miserably.

The agony and emotions of a woman longing for the love of her life, whom she hadn’t seen in years, were devastating. I felt as though a piece of my soul had been missing all this time, and I had been searching for it ever since.

The makeup Hannah had done...