Not Like The Others

Chapter Thirty- Luca POV

It's so late and I feel so very very terrible and mean and awful. I am sorry, but here it is-

Luca POV

My body and mind suddenly decided it was time to wake up.

I bolted upright in a huge and startling manner, sending a small group of birds squawking off into the sky. It was like I had been paused and then suddenly the fast forward button had been pushed. I was full of energy, full of confusion, but most of all, full of shame and anger. At the same time love and pride was seeping in, adding to a strange mixture of emotions swirling inside of me.

What was going on?

Since when did I get so full of emotions?

What was happening to me?

I was Alpha Luca, son of Alpha Jonah Redthorne, leader of the Silva pack, the biggest and mightiest pack in the country, yet I was sitting on the forest floor, with no memory, a lump on my head and the lingering scent of someone delicious.

I did a quick check of my surroundings, only to find complete silence and solitude. I was way out in the back of the forest; I had clearly been dumped here and left to sort myself out. I stood up, scratching my head, trying to remember what had happened. I felt the tender lump of the side of my temple, wondering how I managed to acquire it.

I narrowed my eyes. Who would have done this to me? Who was even able to do this to me?

Satisfied that I was alone, I sat back down and closed my eyes, trying to remember the last thing that I had done...

A flash of a memory surfaced and I dived at it in a desperate attempt to remember. My face scrunched up in concentration as I grabbed a hold at the edge of the memory, but it was slippery and fast, sliding out of my grasp and back into the deep shadows in my mind. "Dammit!" I cursed, heaving out a sigh in frustration. "Trust you to get knocked out and concussed. What's your mate going to think of that? Pathetic." I stood up again and decided to make my way back to the house. Regardless of how pissed off with myself I was, there was no use sitting in the forest feeling sorry for myself.

"What an idiot." I muttered to myself, kicking a nearby tree. I trudged my way back, my mood sullen and low, when I suddenly realised what I had just to myself earlier. "What's your mate going to think of that?"

"Wait a minute..." I stopped in my tracks, replaying the sentence over and over again in my mind. Green eyes flashed into my mind. A sudden feeling of intense anger boiled up and suddenly I was back in the gym, standing over Ace, my hand fisted and marked with blood.

Mel.

I felt my intense rage for Ace, the extreme fury. He was in so much trouble. "You're dead!" I yelled, startling myself back into the forest. Oh.

I felt my heart sink as I remembered the words my mate had yelled at me. My mate. Mel. So beautiful. I closed my eyes in shame as I remembered accidentally elbowing her in the face. I replayed her words over and over in my head. "The mere sight of you completely disgusts me. I don't ever want to fucking see you again. Don't speak to me, don't look at me, hell, don't you even dare think about me, or else I shall put my knife right through your fucking heart." The memory of her got stronger and I watched in horror and fascination as she pulled some sort of weapon out of her leg. A mega lethal looking knife. I remember marvelling at the craftsmanship of it, how the silver shone and the blue stones sparkled throughout the handle. There was a flash of silver and then, nothing. Huh. She must have been the one to knock me out. My own mate.

"FUCK!!" I exploded in anger at myself, taking all my frustration out on a nearby tree. It was only a wee little one, only just strong enough to hold its own patch. My fist hit its trunk at an unbelievable force, it didn't stand a chance.