The Forbidden Second Marriage

"Hey, look… Isn’t that Elena Monroe?" That so-called brilliant girl who got the highest score on Crescent University's entrance exam.

A voice that is full of hate came from the crowd.

"No one would have believed that she would do such a shameful thing when no one is watching."

Gasps filled the fancy banquet hall.

"I heard she tricked her way into Drake Hamilton’s bed." "Maybe it’s true?" From another unknown second voice.

"With her background?" "How else would she have entered the academy?" Another person said.

Elena stood still at the big entrance of the hall. The space felt smaller as her eyes focused on the bright screen glowing in the center.

Nude pictures of Elena appeared before everyone in the hall.

They were laughing and whispering to themselves.

Her fingers clutched her dress tightly, as her heart beat faster.

Drake…

Her wolf whimpered inside her, full of hurt.

A sudden roar came from the crowd as Marcus Paterson, Drake’s close friend, pushed through everyone without stopping.

Marcus ran straight to the power switch that is close to the stage and turned off the screen.

There was silence among the crowd.

Footsteps echoed on the marble floor as Marcus with lots of anger burning in his eyes, turned to face Drake.

"Drake!" “Have you gone insane?” His voice cut through the silence. “Oh! You're not scared that if your memory ever returns, you’ll regret every stupid action that you have taken towards Elena.”

Drake stepped forward, his eyes cold and empty.

“If you still want to defend her, Marcus,” he said without emotion, “then as my friend and brother, I have nothing more to say.”

His next words hit like a whip.

“But Elena? She’s just a filthy ex-mate. I dare you not to ever say her name before my face again. .”

Drake’s harsh words stabbed into Elena’s heart.

Elena gave a mocking smile. As she walked, her steps faltered as if she would fall but she didn’t fall.

Her wolf whimpered again. Her mate… could no longer recognize her scent.

Drake Hamilton.

Beta heir of the Crescent Moon Pack.

The same man who once knelt before her, holding her with care, his promises echoing under the Blood Moon.

The same man who swore to marry her the day of their accident.

And then... everything shattered.

He forgot everything.

She was unconscious for two years in a coma.

But her love story with Drake changed when she woke up from her deep sleep. It was obvious to her that her mate had chosen another woman.

Her place in the pack was gone.

She tried. Moon Goddess knew she had tried.

She tried to bring back what they had and to make him remember their bond.

But that night, someone had drugged her.

Her vision had blurred. Her body had turned weak.

She had gone into the wrong room and ended up in his bed.

And now… This.

The shame was cruel and mocking that almost everyone turned against her.

Marcus growled, as he grabbed Drake’s collar with his two hands. The fabric stretched tight between them.

"Are you even thinking straight?" Marcus shouted. “If not for your obsession with the mating bond, Elena wouldn’t have been in that car with you on that fateful day! Drake! You were desperate to seal it before the Blood Moon.”

Marcus’s wolf stirred under his skin, almost breaking free. “She rescued you when that rogue attacked.

She took the blow meant for you! And this is how you repay her? By shaming her in front of everyone?”

Drake shoved him back easily.

“She took the hit for me?” His voice was flat. “Fine.” “Then we’re even.”

His next words were loud like thunder.

“She drugged me.” “Crawled into my bed like a desperate fool.” “And now she’s pretending to be the victim?”

Elena looked straight at him and what she saw broke her heart.

“If not for Cassandra,” Drake continued, “I would have exposed even more of what she did.”

The room was filled with noise again.

Voices rose.

“Elena should be ashamed of herself.” said one voice.

“She should be glad Drake Hamilton even wanted her because she is below his standard,” said another.

“She comes from nothing. She is just an ordinary omega from that filthy and poor man named Derrick Monroe.” another voice added.

But Elena wasn’t nobody. He belonged to her. Once, at least.

Elena felt her inner beast stir inside her.

Now, she was just a shadow of what they used to be.

“Marcus, you need to be calm about this and stop acting as the victim,” someone said with a mocking laugh. “Remember it’s Drake Hamilton’s birthday. No need for drama.”

“Exactly,” another agreed. “Elena needs to move on. Cassandra is with Drake now.”

“She said she won’t agree to a divorce until his memory returns.” “But what if it never does?” “Will Elena always hang around?”

“She should know her place.” “She never fit in with us. Drake’s family only accepted her because he forced them to. But after the accident, I believe that Drake came back to his senses because it's now clear before his eyes that Elena is not on the same level as him. She is not even supposed to stand on the same road that Drake walked on.” said one of Drake’s friends, Noah.

Noah lifted his palm and rubbed it at the back of his head, then whispered slowly as if he was talking to himself. “ The difference is very clear,” Noah added.

Elena’s vision blurred again, but not from tears. Something fierce awoke in her veins.

They wanted her to crawl, beg, and leave quietly. But she wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

Everyone has forgotten that Elena Monroe from the Monroe clan is not just an ordinary omega.

Then she stepped forward.

Each step cut through the whispers.

Elena stopped in front of Drake.

The man who once cupped her face with love. The man who once called her name to the stars.

The man who now stood like stone, their bond broken by memory and betrayal.

She looked into his eyes.

And smiled.

“Drake.”

Her voice was too calm. She reached into her handbag.

Pulled out a document. One sheet of paper. The ink is still fresh.

“Let’s end the mate bond.”