Mark's POV
But instead of replying me, she just cracked a smile, her eyes gleaming with smugness, making me uneasy.
"Have you ever considered the possibility that I just faked my death?" I was slack-jawed.
"Why?" My voice came out raspy. "Why would you do such a thing? Where the hell have you been all these years? Why are you involved with Poison and Wolf Shadow?"
Megan chuckled lightly, her fingers grazed my cheek. "You're still as gullible as ever. You never learned, huh?"
"What do you mean?" I panicked.
Megan slowly got up, her gaze became deep. "Mark, do you know how long I've waited for today?" Her words confused me even more.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Tell me, are you the one behind Daphne's car accident? Why would you do that to her? She's your own flesh and blood!" I was practically roaring, unable to wrap my head around how a mother could treat her daughter this way.
"Flesh and blood?" she scoffed. "Mark, we did have a pup, but she died a long time ago."
My eyes widened in disbelief. The news came as a bolt from the blue. "What did you just say?"
Tears welled up in Megan's eyes as she said, "I get it. After all, Holly's the only one in the world that you care about."
Her tone was dripping with deep sadness. "Maybe you've long forgotten about that girl you saved during the rogue attack."
When I was young, I did eliminate many rogues and saved many shifters.
But I didn't remember saving Megan.
So that was why she loved me so much?
In fact, Holly and I were childhood sweethearts, and we were so in love with each other.
Unfortunately, during a fight, I was seriously injured.
Megan risked her life to save me. Then she took me back to her house, taking great care of me every single day.
But I only viewed her as a friend, never having feelings for her.
Knowing that she was packless, I took her back to the Amber's Eye Pack, as I wanted to give her a sense of belonging and keep her from becoming a rogue.
One day, I got drunk and ended up having a one-night stand with her. So I made her my mate.
Holly, who learned the news, mated with John in a fit of pique.
Megan had always been good to me, hoping all along that I would mark her.
But my wolf wouldn't let me.
When I finally got my memories back, I stayed by her side only out of my sense of responsibility. To others, we seemed like a loving couple. No one knew that I was in agony.
Just then, my wolf, sensing my pain and anger, let out a low growl.
I could never fully open up around Megan, and despite all her efforts, I couldn't fall in love with her.
I tried, but I just couldn't convince myself or my wolf to mark her.
Later on, under the pressure from Justin, I finally agreed to have sex with Megan.
I knew she was dying to have a kid. Since I couldn't give her the love she wanted, I figured a pup would make up for it.
"I naively thought having a kid would strengthen our mate bond.
"But after I got pregnant, you took a job abroad as an excuse and stayed there for three years. That pup became my solace, but fate played a cruel joke on me. She died..."
Megan grabbed my collar, her eyes burning with pain and anger. "Do you know what it felt like when I held her tiny body in my arms and watched her slowly die?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" I felt a deep sense of guilt. I had no idea...
"Tell you?" Megan sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "You only have Holly in your mind. Would it have made any difference by telling you? Would you even care?" she yelled, her voice filled with despair and sorrow.