The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view

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Waking up in Drago's embrace was new and familiar at the same time.

I was aware that whenever I turn off my overthinking, my body navigates toward him and my heart yearns for his touch, so I knew we were close.

Everything about him seemed right, and he was objectively smoking-hot. As a bonus, I never met a man who smells so good.

He was handsome, smart, caring, in love with me. No matter how I looked at him, he was perfect.

Why did I forget about him?

I remembered that I read a lot about the mind and various conditions, and Drago told me that I forgot about my past after waking up from the dead (literally) in Venice.

My only conclusion was that I have selective memory loss that shuts down unpleasant things. It's a defensive mechanism to prevent emotional overload. It's not uncommon.

When I put all that together, it meant only one thing… something unpleasant happened between me and Drago and my mind erased him in order to prevent my heartbreak.

But he is so gentle and attentive, it doesn't seem that he could ever hurt me. Is it possible that I misunderstood him at that time?

Also, why did I forget about my father?

Drago told me that my father is in some vampire-related coma. Is it possible that his condition is so traumatizing for me, that I ended up shutting it out?

If that's the case, I'm much weaker than I want to be. I mean, who goes through life by just forgetting about the bad stuff?

If I don't think about it, it doesn't mean it's not there.

I felt the urgency to deal with my condition. I knew that the first step will be to talk to Drago about it and to figure out what unpleasant thing happened between us, but he greeted me with a big smile on his face as soon as he realized I'm awake, and then he kissed my forehead, and he hummed a happy tune while getting ready for the day. I could hear him from the bathroom even with the door closed.

I didn't remember seeing him that happy and I didn't want to spoil it, so I decided to talk to him later.

During the night, Drago stuck to his promise. He was a gentleman. Other than holding me while sleeping, his hands didn't wander, and I was not sure if I was happy about it.

The pillow still carried his scent. I hugged it and took a deep breath of pine trees and a dash of the ocean. Fantastic.

Drago came out of the bathroom with only a towel hanging dangerously low on his waist and I had a feeling he did that on purpose. I couldn't stop staring at the magnificent landscape of his muscles.

He pretended not to notice my stare, and he strutted into the closet to get ready.

"Is it OK if I make plans for today?", I heard him ask from the closet.

I knew that his plans included me as well. "What plans?"

"It will be a surprise.", he said in a singing voice.

Well, it's not like I had anything better to do.

He kissed my cheek and reminded me to get ready before leaving the room with a spring in his step.

I heard we are mates and that Drago is a werewolf, so it would be normal for him to feel maddening attraction toward me, but why did I feel like a piece of me was gone from the moment he left the room?

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When I got into the dining room, I was greeted by a scene of Drago and Lazarus bickering. Why can't they act like grownups?

I wished a good morning to Zoe, Luca, and Treva, and Drago prevented me from taking a seat.

"My plans include breakfast.", Drago said with a playful wink. "Put on comfortable shoes, and we can go."

"Do your plans also include denying me breakfast in Serina's company before I leave?", Lazarus asked Drago without trying to conceal his displeasure.

"Why are you acting like Serina owes you anything?", Drago asked dryly. "Do you expect us to change our plans because you forgot that you have a home? This is not a free hotel."

Lazarus snorted. "I am here because I came on Serina's request to help you awaken your wolf."

"You came, my wolf is awake, you can go. And all that happened days ago, yet you are still here..."

"Enough!", I snapped. I was never much around kids, but I could imagine it to be this frustrating when spoiled brats are misbehaving. "Laz, thank you for coming here and lending us a hand. I will not forget this favor. Unfortunately, Mateo and I have plans, and we need to go but we will stay in touch. I wish you a safe trip home."

I turned to Drago to see him grinning at Lazarus and I rolled my eyes. "Are we going, or do you plan to give Laz company?"

Drago snapped to look at me and then he gestured toward the door. "My lady…"

I waited for him in the hallway for a minute and then he emerged from the direction of the kitchen with a big picnic basket in his hands.

I shook my head and smiled.

"What?", he asked.

"You are much more attractive when you act like a grownup."

Drago cocked his handsome eyebrow at me. He knew I was talking about Lazarus.

"I can't stand the guy.", he said. "It's either bickering or fist-fighting."

"Laz is a good person. If you look behind the first impression, I'm sure the two of you can be friends."

Drago snorted. "Unfortunately, the first impression he made on me was him trying to win you over. And that was his second and third, and every other impression he made. Maybe you can turn a blind eye and pretend not to see his advances, but I can't. You are my bottom line, Serina. Once your memories come back, I want you to think if you can be friends with women who are persistently trying to seduce me."

I pressed my lips into a line. I didn't need my memories in order to know that he was right, but part of me hoped that Lazarus will give up and that we can be friends. Actually, I wanted Lazarus and Drago to be friends, but maybe I was wishing for too much and two loggerhead Alphas can't be anything other than rivals.

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After about fifteen minutes long hike through the forest, Drago and I emerged into a meadow, and I realized that we reached our destination.

Drago spread a picnic blanket on the ground and gestured for me to sit before starting to unload the basket.

Sandwiches, grapes, apples… and there was a small cooler hosting a slice of chilled strawberry ice-cream pie.

"Why only one slice?", I asked after checking what was in the cooler.

Drago smiled. "There is a sweetshop three blocks away from my apartment in London. We used to go there and order two lemonades and one slice of strawberry ice-cream pie to share."

"Was that in high school?", I guessed.

Drago hummed in confirmation. "And since we reunited, whenever we were in London with some time to spare, we would go there."

He paused and looked at me with the intensity that made me breathy. 

"Serina, I was crazy in love with you then, and I love you now just as much... if not more."

I could feel the heat invading my cheeks and I was not sure where to look, but then my sight fell on the  thermos. "Should I assume that's lemonade?"

"You know me well.", he said with a smile and my heart tightened.

So many memories forgotten.

"Mateo…", I called to see him frowning a bit. He told me not to call him by that name until I remember our past. "What happened before I lost my memories?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I have a feeling that my selective memory loss is due to me suppressing something unpleasant. What happened that I ended up forgetting you? If I can face that, my other memories might come back.", I said honestly.

Drago puffed his cheeks, confirming that something did happen.

"Can we eat first?", he asked.

"Do you think I can enjoy the meal while knowing that something bad is lurking?"

Drago shrugged. "Why not? Weren't you happy until now by ignoring anything that made you uncomfortable?"

Did I hear him right? What happened to that sweet Drago who was trying to woo me? "Aren't you a bit harsh?"

Drago grimaced and shook his head. "I'm sorry. It was my wolf. He is… short-tempered."

I could feel my stomach tying into knots as guilt swelled inside me.

I was ignoring my problems, and then I was focused on them, and while doing all that, I neglected the fact that Drago was fighting his own battles. And he still had time to think about me.

He was right. I was selfish.

"I'm sorry.", I said. "How are things between you and your wolf?"

"He can be difficult at times.", Drago said with a forced smile, and I knew that he was only comforting me. 

The image of Lazarus and Drago bickering popped into my mind, and I could only imagine that Drago is going through the same with his wolf.

"Can I meet him?"

Duke paused. "What?"

"Your wolf is part of you. I would like to get to know him. It needs to happen sooner or later."

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